Chapter Ninety-Seven
Peter
 
     Peter Miller entered his room after a hard day's work, took off his coat and tie and then lay down on his bed. Although he was finally making a lot of money with the program he had written, he was not very happy about it; he felt he had reached a dead end. Peter was really eager to reach his parents and feel a little happiness. The good feeling of seeing his mother smile and his father help him with his problems. The feeling of having a family who loved him made him do all his efforts to find his family.
Thoughts had trapped Peter's mind. Peter thought to himself, "What should I do if my parents didn't care about me and sent me to the orphanage? What should I do if the truth is something terrible? How can there be parents who do this to their child? What if all this is really the fault of that crazy person? I shouldn't give up; it's true that I was moving in the wrong direction to reach my goal for a long time; but I won't give up." Then he turned over and said to himself, "But where should I start?" Suddenly he said loudly, "Those letters! Why had I forgotten those letters?! Damn it, where did you put those letters, Peter?" Then he got up from his place and messed up the whole room in order to reach those painful letters. When he was doing this, he heard the surprised voice of Mrs. Marks behind him saying, "Mr. Miller, excuse me, I came in, but there are some papers that you need to sign."
   Peter was surprised, but without turning his head or stopping his work; he said, "Come here."
   Mrs. Marks did the same. She cautiously passed through the objects and papers; sat next to Peter Miller on the floor and held those papers for him to sign.
   Peter said, "Pen."
   Lisa gave him a pen to sign and waited for him to finish this work. Then she wanted to get up from her place when Peter said, "Wait, I need your help. I'm looking for some letters that are very important to me. They are related to my past; they are related to my parents."
   Lisa didn't exactly know how to look for a bunch of letters, but she started looking and said, "As far as I remember, you hated your parents; wasn't it like that?!"
   "Maybe they weren't guilty and didn't do anything."
   "So you can forgive someone you hate?"
   "I don't hate you. I can say that with confidence now. I tried very hard to stop paying attention to you, but I couldn't forget you. I've been looking for you for six years and I still want to ask you why you did that?"
   "You may not believe it, but I did it because of my brother. His debts made me lose my house and savings; the debts seemed endless."
   "I wish you had a better reason for doing this that wouldn't make me so upset; you could have asked me for money."
   "I couldn't ask for help from someone who had no reason to help me."
   As Lisa Marks got up from her place; Peter said, "I can't believe you said that?! I would have helped you because you were very important to me. I loved you. We wanted to get married; I can't believe you blame me! What did I do wrong?" He cut his hand with paper; although it was only a small scratch, it hurt.
   Lisa said, "You're lying. I didn't matter to you. You didn't pay attention to me; I wanted to tell you many times that I was in a difficult situation and needed help, but you were busy with work; for the company we founded together and for the program that was my idea. You worked hard those days; sometimes I thought you only wanted this life for a bigger share of the company and sitting in my place as CEO; while I was only thinking about life and something imaginary called happiness, with you."
   "You're judging me without hearing my words and saying that I didn't love you. Since you left, I've been looking for you for six years. There was no news of the CEO job; there is no news of that company; luckily I found a boring job in the last two or three years that I was fired from."
   "I know. You blame me for the events in your life. I was following your blog. I blame you too."
   Peter said, "You were following my blog? But I have a pseudonym." Then he checked his mobile notification because a sound came; he had received a message that he read aloud: Did you know I'm a serial killer?
   Lisa said, "What are you saying?! Your face is red! You said 'serial killer'?"
   Peter laughed and said, "Did you get worried?" Then he sent this message to that unknown number: Who are you? In continuation of his speech he said, "Answer me, were you following that blog?"
   "I made that blog and that pseudonym for you, but you didn't use it until I left."
   "I want a chance to start over. I'm serious about this. I won't let you escape from me; the words you said were very upsetting. I want to prove that you are important to me."
   Lisa said, "I have to think. I'm not sure this is the right decision; I'm afraid of choosing." Then she got up and while giving a bunch of letters to Peter; she said, "I think these are the letters you're looking for. I have to go." Then she went to the door.
   Peter, while taking the letters from Lisa Marks and following her with his eyes; he said, "Wait, I don't have a good memory of these departures. Do you want to escape from me?"
   Lisa, whose hand was on the door handle; waited and said, "I'm not escaping. I really wished I had the ability to change the past events. By the way, who threatened you now?"
   "When you're escaping from me again; this is not important at all."
Lisa didn't answer; she opened the door and left.