open f2f; on the diamond
They never stopped, every other night it was a different man-- a different place, and she didn’t know what to do; Peter obviously knew far too much about her, that he knew where she was at every time and place. She made the choice to move out of Matt’s for now, scared that he would find out that she was there and God forbid go after him; she would never forgive herself for that. With her black eye fading, now a shade of yellow with a bit of purple, she didn’t have that to worry about, only now a busted lip and bruised ripcage; that was from last night. But she needed out, she needed out of her head, out of everything and everyone-- so that’s how she found herself at the baseball diamond, the feel of a glove and ball so foreign to her hands. She looked down at Oscar, a hand smoothing over his head before she gathered a bucket of baseballs, and perched herself on the mound, ball after ball leaving her hands-- faster and faster after every second. Sweat started to bead down her temple until the pain became far too much, hands going to her stomach as she closed her eyes, taking in a few deep breathes.
