"Wanna have a drink?" Peter asked, as they got close to a pub bar called "Pervisitor", owned by The Stones Family. It was a small bar which looked rather old than other bars around but it actually had a good number of customers due to the fact that its an inheritance from generation to generation since 1922, with just some changes in it.
"It okay if you dont want, i have no...."
"No, its fine by me" Tanisha said, Cutting peter from completing his statement. As they got into the bar, peter chose a table for both of them and walked towards the counter. Tanisha, staring all around the bar, finally set her gaze on peter as he ordered made an order for them. Alot played in her mind from why she's never noticed him as he being this nice to why he was this nice to her. She had a boyfriend but they've been having too many crises in past few months to which she's finding hard to tolerate much longer but the main thing at the moment was why he's being super nice to her.
"He'll be here in a jiffy. Do you in any way dislike or hate alcohol?" Peter asked, his face giving a puzzled look, his eyes deep into hers. She felt a strong wave in her body, making her blush slightly to which she made a successful attempt in making sure he didn't notice. His eyes, hazel in color with his dark eyebrows, really dark hair, braided at the upper area and barbed at both side to make a layer haircut and well cultured little beards made him look even more charming. She avoided his straight gaze while trying to hard to play hard to get. "Well, i don't. I just barely take it" she finally answered, just before the waiter arrived their table with their orders. "Wow" she exclaimed lightly, surprised by the order. "What's wrong?" Peter asked, puzzled. "I'm just surprised by this though. I mean, the order" she answered, a little smile across her lips. "Ohh. You don't like it? I'm so sorry, i should've asked first" he apologized, staring at the contents on the table. "Its okay. I just didn't think you would buy a stuff this expensive. I mean, this wine came with a flute and champagne glasses" her response was more like a whisper, her eyes narrowed towards the cups. "It's okay. Ignore my curiosity please.."
The first five minutes after that conversation was solemn. Peter took the little time and he observed tanisha. She was a quite odd girl, she was ebony at the same time, blonde, which made everything even more hard to understand. She was five foot, seven inches tall, which was short, in comparison to peter's credible height. Her brown eyes which sparkled in a unique way expressed the beaut even more than ever. She had a round face and a plump, thick body figure. Although peter never had in mind the kind of girl he'd like but staring at tanisha gave him a second thought on the love mindset. His mind started racing through many things and wild imaginations grew a shelter in his mind "Well, she has a boyfriend. She'll definitely snub me. I'm not here type. Pfft, she's too great to notice my type of dude. I'm a geek, I'm the..."
"Hey. We can't be quiet for this long, you know" tanisha finally spoke out, breaking his train of thoughts. "Uh yeah. yeah, you're right. Forgive my manners. So what's been up in the cheerleading team? I heard about the race for a new leader" peter replied, fiddling with a chess pawn his grandfather gave him some months before he passed away, in attempt to kill the nervousness already rising in him. "Well, it's tough, i must confess. Mr Derulo's been acting weird of recent and Vivian is being bossy for no reason. Ever since Sammy graduated and the leader post has been vacant, she's been tryna show herself worth the position. Mr derulo once said I'm fit for it and she's just being nasty and provoking" she spoke in a really calm manner like as though she wasn't bothered about the entire thing. She definitely is, peter thought. "What are you gonna do..." He was cut short by the call that came in. It was his dad. "One minute please " He requested, just before walking some meters away to take the call. His mom health had worsened and he was to be at the hospital she was at.
"Uhm hey" peter spoke out, as he sat back on his chair, his face looking pale. "What's wrong, pete?" She asked, noticing his look which was obvious, no matter how nicely he tried to hide it with a smile. "My mom. She's ill. I'm to be at the hospital. I really don't mean to cut off this blissful evening" he explained, trying hard to keep a straight face because deep down, he was broken and restless. "It's fine. I understand. Run along, I'll be just fine. Trust me" her reply was calming and still distressing. He's never been on a date so he knew nothing about how she'll feel if she's left alone. "Are you sure?" He questioned, looking into her eyes like as though he was looking for answers. "I'll be fine. Your mom needs you now" she smiled, then held his hand. "Thank you. Please be safe. Or maybe i drive you home? It'll be faster for you" he suggested, still feeling guilty. "It'll be stressful for you. I shouldn't be a burden. Just go. I'll be alright" she assured him.
Just before he left, he pulled out a two hundred dollar note and gave it to her for her ride home. She refused but after persistence, she collected the money. He then ran to the counter, had a brief talk with the bartender and paid for the serve.
Driving at a hundred and fourty kilometres per hour, he got to the hospital in no time. He parked at the front of the hospital, which prompted the security to chase him after her jumped out of the suv and ran inside the hospital. Running towards the hallway of theatres of operations, He recognized his dad, wearing a black leather jacket, a black jeans and a black suede oxford boot. He was standing by the door of the theatre his mom was in. "We had no choice, pete. She was in pain" his dad said, just before peter could utter any words. "I made it clear its not safe ! Doctor chavez knows this. Its a dicey way to seek redemption. I want my mom !" He yelled, attempting to barge into the theatre. "Peter! Peter!! Stop it peter!!!. There's no way you can change this. It has begun already so lets hope for a successful result" His dad dragged him to a chair, some meters away, talking to him. "I'm scared dad. I'm scared" peter finally spoke out after crying for a minute.
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As he walks down the path, he observed how lonely and deserted the entire road was. It was a field and by the western side was an abandoned park with tall grasses engraving the slides. Up ahead, he noticed a strange looking building, a mansion with an oddly massive door. For a reason he does not know, he walks directly into the house, pushing the cranky gigantic door, which bore a big confusing symbol like a sun drawn with a triangle in it, until there was enough space for him to get through. As he got in, his eyes wandered around the inside, it had a really massive sitting room which had old sofas which looked like they were made of hard leather, arranged in a circular position to face the fireplace. The center table had a big bowl filled with black apples which he had never seen except in stories and folklores. He treaded forward, his heart racing faster than his brain could calculate, towards the table. Then he heard the unexpected.
"Who art thou?" A masculine, extra thick baritone voice thundered, making peter trip backwards. He looked up to see where the voice came from, the fear in his rising with adept desecration. "I'm sorry for coming in here. Please sir, I'll leave !" Peter hollered back. As he answered, he noticed an old man sitting on rocking chair. By his downward gaze, thick white beards and the dark lights in that part of the big room, the man looked like he was ancient and weak. "Who are you?" Peter asked, unusually desperate to see his face. "They're coming" The old man bellowed, his face still faced down. "Who's coming?" Peter questioned, puzzled by the fact that someone would ever enter such a building. He looked around, trying to decipher the words the old man said. "They're coming" He repeated, this time, hitting the walking stick he held, vigorously on the wooden floor. "Who os coming?" Peter pressed on, aggravated by the entire scene the man was spinning off. "They're Coming !!" The old man finally raised his head up, his eyes were dark with pure wickedness, the dried wrinkles expressing hateful intent. He had a small pointy nose which stretched downwards with his lips expressing a gremace. He stood up slowly, then moving speedily towards peter to which in response, began to run towards the door. Getting close to the door, it shuts. He tries to pull the handle but the door didn't budge. Turning back, the old man stopped some meters away and repeated the same statement before running towards him, the walking stick waving on the air..
"Hey. Jeez. What's wrong?" Peter's father, asked in utter confusion. "You've been yelling almost through the couple of hours you've laid on these chairs. A nightmare?" He asked. "Yeah. It was just a dream dad. How's mom?" Peter finally said, after trying to figure out the significance of the dream. "She's in her ward. We'll see her tomorrow. The doctor won't allow today" his dad replied. "Okay. Let's get going" he sighed, his mind still racing about the 'dream'.