pete

pete was angry with diane and was speaking to her in harsh tones on the phone. i now regretted having accepted the weekend invitation and my (somewhat forced) decision not to get a rental car. the house was so beautiful and the lights of the city shining in the valley below made me think of how far this visit was turning from my expectations. pete glanced at me from his anger bubble just enough to let me know that malin had left the house while i was napping and now we were alone. i tried not to listen to the content of his conversation but he was pacing erratically all over the house and yard and it seemed everywhere i tried to duck away he eventually found me. i took a deep breath and tried to insulate myself from his words, but they grew darker and darker and i began to feel my skin crawl. it was a side of pete he had laughingly referred to, but never shown when we had spent time together with malin. i thought, 'this guy is an actual asshole and malin needs to leave him'.

i went back into the guest room and tried to figure out how to lock the door.