"I don't care. What matters is that I'm alive and that you're safe." I said through small sobs. I forced a smile and allowed the tension I saw in my dad's body fade away. I looked to Peter, still smiling. He was staring off into the distance, not realizing I was looking at him. My dad piped up turning my attention back to the tablet. He said he had to go. Understandingly, I nodded. The screen went black as my dad had ended the call.
Once again, I looked up at Peter. I was still smiling from having talked to my father. This time he met my gaze. Without worrying about the pain of my wounds, I got up to sit beside him and gently leaned against the wall. I took a bit to find a comfortable position. I slowly leaned and rested my head on his shoulder. His shoulder moved slowly up and down with his calmed breaths. The steady pattern of breathing calmed me to a point where I actually felt safe. With a small but careful movement, Peter put his arm around my back pulling me into a comfortable embrace. This made me feel even more safe.
Leaning into Peter a little more, I started to cry. I couldn't contain it any longer. After a few minutes, I wiped the tears from my eyes. Slightly curling up, my eyes started to get heavy. I took a quick look at Peters face, he looked understanding. Before I knew it, I drifted off to sleep.
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Kidnapped
Short StoryThere was a girl who's mom was out of town and her dad was deployed with the army. She was passing time by one night when she heard a strange noise. It was a window smashing to make room for a person to walk in. Join the girl on her experience of be...
