His face is steadily growing redder out of realizing my feelings when I failed to utter a single word. My mind is filled with embarrassment, and it shows on my face and he knows it. Why does it feel so awkward with this silence? Luckily Peter broke the silence, "I'm sorry..." I quickly interrupted him because I just couldn't bare to hear the rest of it. "It's alright. It was stupid anyways. Let's just not worry about it, get the stuff, and go back."
Tears flooded my eyes when he apologized. I could just feel that he was going to say that he just sees me as a friend or worse. He could just see me as the stranger who is now working for his mother. I couldn't bring myself to hear it. Why does it hurt so much? Why must I feel? Why can't I just be what I was made to be and be unfeeling? To not have a care in the world.
I started picking up my pace and walk quicker to make sure he doesn't wind up in front of me and see me crying pathetically. I draw all my attention and efforts to find everything on the list.
On my way I found most of the ingredients. All is left is the mints which I'll most likely find them near the water. While on the path to the lake I got an uneasy feeling. Almost like that feeling a kid would get when suspecting someone is in the closet. I slow my movements and now Peter is able to keep up with me. We are being followed. I don't like this. I don't like this at all. My gaze darts around trying to pick up any signs of movement. A cold sweat runs down my back and the hairs on my arms and neck stand on end.
I stopped dead in my tracks and try to focus and listen for anything out of the ordinary. Peter then tries to ask me what was wrong. I tried to stay quiet and told him to do the same. I listen closely as Peter looks around confused. Unaware of the danger we found ourselves in.
He tries to ask again but his voice was way too loud, and it gave away our position. "Wha..." "Get down!", I screamed as I pushed him out of the way of darting arrows. I hurry to my feet and pull at Peter, " stay behind me and stay down." He looks at me with terror in his eyes, "who are they?", he asks. I look around and realize that we are being surrounded, "they are filthy bandits." I see his eyes throw into a rage as he speaks, " how can you tell me to stand behind you with this going on?"
I look at him sternly, "if you don't, they will kill you with no hesitation!" The bandits stare at us while one emerges from the shrubbery. "Well..well..well..look what the cat dragged in. It's a bunch of tourists. You should know that we own these woods. Not just anyone can just walk on in and out with safe passage. For someone to be able to walk out alive they must pay the toll."