I didn't really sleep much that night. My arms were sore and so was my heart. It was crazy how much I cared for him and he cares for me, I feel like he's leading me on. And it hurts.

   It was Friday and I had work. I worked at a little diner outside of town. Peter usually walked me.

   I rolled out of bed with a sigh and went to my closet, grabbing my work clothes. I went to the bathroom to change. When I got in there, there was still a little blood on the sink. I cringed away from it. I didn't want memories of last night. So I hurried up and changed, practically running out of the bathroom.

   I cooked breakfast in the mornings so I started frying up some bacon, both Peter and mine favorite.

   Not to long after it started frying I heard a grunt and a sleepy Peter say, "I smell bacon." I didn't turn around, I just smiled

   "As always. Now it's not done yet, so go change so you can walk me to work." I reply, flipping a few pieces of bacon.

   He fake saluted me" YES MA'AM!"

Then he literally marched away. I laughed to his craziness and continued to make bacon. When it was almost done I pulled out two paper plates and put some bacon on it.

   "Peter! Its done!" I yelled from the kitchen. I put his plate on the little table we have and put it where he normally sits. As soon as I put he down he cane running in. "I think that's record timing." I laugh and sit down myself.

   It took us about five minutes to eat. We're hogs okay. I went to the door and pulled on my coat. Peter was right behind me pulling on his shoes. We walked out together.

   "So Peter you need to go to the store sometime today. And If  you love me you will get me a chocolate bar?" I say it more of a question. This was a normal thing for us. I jogged in front of him a bit then turned around. I was walking backwards with my hands clasped behind me.

   He lets out a dramatic sigh and a drawn out" I guess." I smile up at him. This is one of the many reasons why we are friends. We walked the rest of the way talking and laughing the whole way. I fell down once this time. Record!!

  Peter stayed with me until I clocked in. "Bye Peter." I said from behind the counter.

   "Bye Natalie." He waves and walks out. It was only me and the cook here today, and we didn't get along that well.

   A few minutes later Mr. Dalton walked in. He was awesome. "Good morning Mr.Dalton. What can I do for you today? Want your usual?"  He smiled at me from his booth.

   "That would be lovely. Thank you Natalie." He was so kind. There are so few people like this now a days.

   "You are welcome Mr.Dalton." I walked back to the cook and told him what to make. About five minutes later it was done. I took him his plate and he nodded a thank you. I nodded back and walked back behind the counter.

   About twenty minutes later a teenager walked in. Couldn't be older than seventeen. "Hi how may I help you?" I asked the boy.

   "Give me the money." He said in what I think was a stern voice. He has got to be kidding.

   "I'm sorry. I can't do that." I replied.

   He pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. "I said. Give. Me. The. Money." He said, getting louder with each word.

I shook my head. "If your not going to order would you please leave. You are disturbing the customers."

   He started to walk behind the counter and I swear I saw him crying. "I didn't want to have to do this." He grabbed a fistful of my hair and slammed head on the counter. Hard. It hurt like hell.

   He did it again but this time harder. He let go and I fell on the floor, hitting my head again, and I blacked out.