LolaWaterton

Peter Perkins; who in the world could fall in love with a boy named Peter Perkins? I guess that was me. We shared a love of autumn and a chronic taste for crappy food at three in the morning. "Penny" he would always call me, and there I would be; Penelope Grayson madly in love with the man she was doomed to hunt. For some reason as I snuck into my own bedroom to grab my travel bag I felt there would be something different about this time. "Honey," he moaned turning to find my side of the bed empty. "Where are you going this time?" He didn't need to ask, he knew where I was going. "Tommy, when work calls I have to go. I'll be home soon." I k

I was a machine, my boxes were loaded and I was shoving the last of my things into a duffle bag, ignoring his glares from the corner. "If you have something to say spit it out, I won't be here for very much longer." My voice was steady and calm, but I knew the moment I let myself look at him I would loose all my strength. I closed the bathroom cabinet looking into the mirror. My eyes were brown and tired, my usual pink complexion was pale, my mouth turned down in a permanent grimace. He had met me beautiful, filled with promise; turned me into this frail girl that met my reflection. My jeans fit tight and I had put a loose tee on so he wouldn