Pipers POV;

6 days had gone by and Peter and I had said about 15 words to each other, in total.

At first I was miserable, feeling this rejection from him every time I looked at him, or walked by him. When I looked his way, he was almost never looking back at me, although on the odd occasion I'd catch him already looking, giving me the slimmest glimmer of hope, only for it to be ripped away instantly when he'd look away as if I weren't there. When I walked past he didn't look up, he didn't shift uncomfortably like I did knowing how close we were, he just didn't move, didn't do anything differently to before I'd past.

Then around day 4 I felt this broken-hearted feeling turn to growing resentment for him. I started to remember why we'd broken up in the first place, about Will and how he'd known who killed him. I started to wonder if it had been him briefly but he wouldn't protect his own deed to this extent. He was hiding what he knew for someone else.

Then last night, day 5 I realised just what had happened. Who he had been hiding this secret for. He had been seeing someone else.

He had loved someone else enough to hide it from me.

He had cared about them more than me.

They gloomy feeling came back for a few hours then, when I fell asleep last night, facing outward looking out at the wall rather than inward and looking at him. The man who didn't love me anymore. 

Maybe he never had, but that gloominess, that disappeared as quickly as it came on, this morning when I woke up I had to get out of the bed instantly, fearful I'd hurt him if I didn't and even if he felt nothing for me, I still, regrettably, felt something for him.

I couldn't look at him anymore.

The wanting glances I'd made through the week hoping he'd look back, stopped.

I don't shift when I walk past him, not the way I did. I just keep walking as if I don't even know he's there. There's only one difference now, he's the one who shifts or looks up as I walk.

I didn't notice it at first, trying to avoid him and all but then I did. I heard the books he was reading slam shut, heard the leather seat move under him.

Peter Hayes was the worst type, he ignored until he realised he was being ignored.

He doesn't like being ignored, but I know if I want to get over him, it had to be done. I had to do exactly what he does, ignore, reject and move on. Find someone else to love and protect.

We had just had our dinner delivered, what was a steak with vegetables and mashed potatoes. A yummy looking sauce poured over.

The past 5 days I had ran over each time, lifting his tray first and placing it on the table in front of where he sat to show I had been sorry for what I'd said about us not being real. Now, I know how pathetic that looked. Why should I be the apologetic one?

So today, I took my time getting off the bed and putting my bookmark between the used looking pages, feeling his eyes burn into me as I walked to the small gap the trays had been pushed through.

Lifting one, and making my way back to my own spot on the bed, seeing his eyes on me in my peripheral.

As I sat back down with the tray in front of my crossed legs I heard the scoff leave his lips.

"Do you have a problem?" I spoke out, the first time either of us had spoken today, but ensuring I hadn't lifted my head nor met his eyes that still bore into me.

"What happened to my tray?" He put a newspaper he'd started reading down on the table.

A let a smile find my lips.

"I'm not your lackey" a laugh found it's way up and out of my throat, "get your own tray" popping the piece of steak I had been cutting into my mouth, pulling the fork out slowly, listing to his thumping steps while he did indeed get his own tray.

"Fucking child" he spat while picking it up.

"Child?" A hollow laugh escaped me while I dropped my cutlery on the plate, a clashing sound coming from them, "I'm the child?" Another scoff like laugh, "you expect me to bring your tray to you each day like some little bitch, while you ignore me the full day?" He stood still staring at me, while I refused to look back, "fuck that".

He hadn't had a response to that, he only stayed still where he stood for another 20 seconds or so before making his way back to where he'd previously sat.

There had been a change in how I'd spoken to him and I knew he'd noticed it too.

The small part of me creeping up with that sickly feeling of guilt when I laughed at him the way I had but I had tried to quickly bury that. I had no reason to feel any sort of guilt. If anyone should feel guilty it's him.

I'd enjoyed the rest of my dinner in peace, enjoyed wasn't exactly the word for it but I'd eaten in peace.

So had he, he'd gone back to ignoring me again for the rest of the night, or at least I thought he had, though he proved me wrong later that night when I had been crawling under the covers.

He stood at the end of the bed looming over me.

His silent awkward stares finally had me break down and lift my eyes to meet his.

"What's your problem now?" He didn't exactly answer my questioned, he just continued to stare for another minute or so, crossing his arms over his chest.

I had tried to ignore the flexing of his muscles while he did. His muscles he'd been working on since requesting weights and other gym equipment to
exercise throughout the day while he ignored me, just another thing to do.

"They wouldn't recognise you" his voice was low and eerily calm.

I screwed my face up, they wouldn't recognise me? Had he finally gone insane from the lack of socialisation?

"What are you talking about Peter?" A scoff once again left me while I copied his position.

Crossing my arms.

"Wren and Will" he confirmed, "they wouldn't recognise you" at that I felt my body stiffen and jolt forward to sit up straight. Had he really tried to use them against me yet again.

"I beg your fucking pardon?"

"If they were still here and they met this Piper.." he held a hand out for a few seconds to emphasise it was me he had been talking about, "they wouldn't know who you were anymore, they wouldn't want to know this Piper"

I practically jumped up out of the bed stalking down to him, lifting my hand and smacking his cheek as hard as I could.

He hardly moved, he didn't stumbled.

In fact, he could've stopped me if he wanted to, but he hadn't.

"How dare you" I tried to push his chest now that he'd dropped his arms, "you're lecturing me by using my dead brother and best friend?" Another push which did nothing, "what would they think of you?" I practically spat up at him.

"Me?" He shook his head, "they knew I was the bad guy, always have been Piper, but you?" I dropped my hands from his chest, "you were never the bad guy, but you are now"

If I'd had a sharp object it would've been impaled in Peter Hayes.

"I'm a bad guy because I'm playing your game? Acting like you?" I shrugged waiting for an answer, desperately waiting for an answer from him.

Trying to stop any tears from falling and failing miserably.

"Exactly that" he slouched slightly, "this isn't the type of person you are and you know that as well as I do" I had walked away from him then. I had walked to the small set of drawers near the bed.

A white ceramic vase being the only thing I could get my hands on I lifted it, grasping it tightly and thinking about whether this was a good idea.

Not allowing myself enough time to stop I turned round with a yell and launched it his way.

Peter had moved and it had missed him entirely, battering off the back wall of the room, glass shattering everywhere, realisation hitting me that he was right.

They wouldn't recognise me.

Running toward him I seen the shift to confusion on his face only for that to fall when I ran past, "I'm sorry Wren" making my way to the shattered glass the clean it, "Will, I didn't-" feeling more tears spill at the sound of their names.

"Hey Piper, watch!" I had heard him, but I hadn't listened.

Although when a piece of glass spit the skin on the bottom of my bare feet I'd realised just why he'd warned me.

A yelp escaped me when I stumbled backwards and right into a set of strong arms.

Peter's arms.

Peter's arms which soon picked me up in a bridal like lift, I hadn't had time to refuse with the pain in my foot. I hadn't felt any pain like this since Riley had found me.

Feeling the duvet under me he'd sat me down, kneeling down on the ground to examine the glass in my foot.

I hadn't heard nor noticed the main door open due to my trying to kick Peter away.

"Hey!" A voice I didn't recognise found me, "move away from her, now" turning my head to find a red haired man standing before the bed, "move, or I'll move you" wearing a black and blue outfit. He had been one of the men guarding the room we'd been dumped in.

"You'll move me? I'd like to see you try" Peter rose back to his feet watching this random man make his way over.

Peter never enjoyed being hit first, so, his fist raised before the guy could stop it.

Smack.

"Stop" I tired, watching Peter gain a fist to his cheek.

They weren't listening, deaf by their own egotistical thoughts.

So I pulled myself up and off the bed, "please sto-" the glass digging further into my foot, "ah shit" my face screwed up.

"Piper" Peter's voice had been filled with the sound of concern, though it hadn't been his hands on my skin, putting me back where I'd been. It had been this man I hadn't seen before.

Pushing Peter out of his way he bent down, pulling the bottom drawer out to reveal a first aid kit, in a blue box.

"Let me do this for you" he had a rather soft smile considering, "Jack" he met my eyes, "my name is Jack" a fitting name, he looked like a Jack, "and you are Piper"

"Some days I wish I wasn't Piper" I winced shortly after at the feeling of a tug at the glass that had been in my foot.

"It's not too deep, butterfly stitches and a bandage should do" one of his hands had stayed on my foot, but the other dared to caress my calf, rubbing soothing circles on my leg with his thumb to calm me.

Peter hadn't been there anymore, he'd slammed the bathroom door alerting me that he'd gone in there.

"May I?" Jack, had asked.

"Please" I finally smiled back down at the man who had been trying to help me.

Perhaps, this had been exactly what I needed.