”I know what a cult is.” Peter responded immediately, his head cocking in confusion. He didn’t see how that was relevant, but as Adam continued his brows creased, his lips dropping into a coolly neutral expression. ”It’s not a cult. It’s a family.”
Adam did manage to stir some doubt into Pet’s mind though. When it was said out loud, the whole situation did seem to have moved quickly. And now that he was embroiled in it, it was familiar. Though, there were differences. Zariah was demanding, but she’d never been cruel. And Edrei had been nice.
On the surface, Peter looked calm, his eyes fixed on Adam in a steady stare. His hands however, told a different story, fingers picking at loose rocks, a few places on his knuckles bloody from the unconscious action. ”I’m happy. This... this isn’t anything bad. Its what I want.” It almost sounded like he was convincing himself as much as he was standing up to Adam. ”What... what’s gonna be fu-fucked up?”
PETER
They don't know you like I do
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
The little secrets that you keep
I'm gonna haunt your dreams at night
You'll have to hide those kitchen knives
