Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Addicted to You ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: destiny dreamer 
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.07.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Hentai / Romance / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 10.07.2010 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.6K | Visits: 247 | Status: Completed
There is a place called WestBridge Asylum. It is located in the serene town of Sherwood Falls. A picturesque town tucked away from the rest of the world. It seems as if the town frozen in time back when things were simpler, people were nicer, and everyone was trusting. The town, which has an enormous lake separating it from the city, has one other defining feature other than its large forest. That would be the asylum. Why? Because the asylum is where people go to get better. Some by force, others by choice. However they end up there, they go so because of a few things. They want to get betters. They are addicted to something and it is ruining their life. It is consuming them, and they can no longer function in life like normal people should. They are trapped within the asylum until they get better. Of course, getting better is up to them, and some never wish to leave.
It was late. And the rooms were suppose to be locked. Of course...this had to be the one night the guard on duty just happened to fall asleep and forget to lock some of the doors. Peyton had to be one of those rooms and the crazy girl in room 28 just happened to be another door. Crazy Jenny, as Peyton liked to call her, had broken the mirror in Peyton's room since Crazy Jenny just so happen not to have a mirror for the same reason. Jenny was addicted to pain just as Peyton was told she was. Though Jenny...loved to inflict pain just as much as she liked to get it. After breaking Peyton's mirror and cutting herself a few times, she decided to share the joy and help the sleeping Peyton enjoy the pain as well. Of course...Peyton was not into that. After Jenny cut up Peyton's arms and some of her leg, Peyton managed to get out of her room and run. Jenny chased her yelling out things such as, "I'm trying to help! Doesn't it feel good, Peyton!? Why are you running!?"
So Peyton had tried door after door trying to find one the guard had forgot to lock. After a few floor, she finally found one and slipped inside.
"Crazy bitch," she whispered as she huddled by the door. She had no idea what floor she was on, hopefully not another crazy room with crazy people cutting up other people. The person's room she was in was sleeping so she could just wait it out until Jenny passed then she would go back to her room and move her dresser in front of the door to keep Jenny out. This, of course, didn't help with Jenny screaming her name.
"Peyton! Let me make you feel better!"
Something hard pressed against her neck as hands slid over her face. "My, my, what a pretty girl," he whispered, his cock laying against her flesh as he rubbed it over her.
Peyton paled and her face flushed. She stood quickly and slapped the person across his face. "Pervert!"
Eli laughed, his clothes gone as he stood before her naked, his erect cock on display. "You're the one who snuck into my room. There can only be on reason for them. So get back on your knees and let me treat you right."
She clapped her hand over his mouth as Jenny started down the hall screaming her name. Blood dripped on the ground and over him as she stared at the door. Great options, Peyton. Cut to death or fucked to death. You sure know how to pick them. He grinned, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him so that his cock could press against her. He pushed up her gown and started to pull her panties off so that he could slide into her.
She kneed him hard in the crotch. "I will kill you if you so much as try to do that. I'm saving myself for someone who counts, pervert," she whispered.
He doubled over in pain, writhing on the ground. "Ah, you stupid bitch. Damn that hurts!"
The door swung open. "Peyton! There you are!" Jenny grabbed Peyton's hand and drug her out with the glass held tightly in her hand.
"I'm not into this, Jenny! I don't want to 'feel good'!" she screamed.
Eli grabbed Jenny and pulled her toward him. "I'll feel good," he whispered in her ear, reaching for the glass to get it away from her. Peyton took this as her chance. She ran out of the room and to the stairs. "C'mon. Give me the glass and we'll make each other feel good."
Peyton sighed. She couldn't do that...even if Jenny was crazy. Running back to the room, she kicked Eli and grabbed Jenny. "Pervert!" she screamed. Running back down the hall she heard Jenny drop the glass as Peyton pulled her down the stairs.
"Son of a...." He growled as he held his crotch. "Damn it!"
By morning, Peyton and Jenny were found in Peyton's room. Of course...Peyton was to blame. She was the oldest and it was her mirror. She hated her life.
"Eli, put your pants back on or you're going to regret it," Dr. Green warned with a glare.
"Why what are you going to do to me doc? Show me I'm a bad boy?"
"Actually there is something I've been meaning to try. Chemical castration. It keeps you from getting hard...ever," she smirked.
He paused and slowly pulled up his pants. "Not funny."
"I wasn't joking. The next time you pull a stunt like that and I'll attach something to you that will keep you from cumming," she warned, getting serious once more. "Especially since the cameras caught you assaulting two patients."
Peyton glared at Jenny. "Stay the hell away from me," she said while Jenny pouted. She walked down the hall to the group session and took her seat while rubbing her wounds.
"Peyton, you were the one that Eli violated, weren’t' you?" Dr. Green asked once she had taken her seat.
Peyton froze. "Who?"
"That would be me," he grinned.
She glared at him. "Pervert!" she screamed and pointed.
"Yep! Thank you very much," he said, standing and giving a bow.
"Sit down, Eli," Dr. Green sighed. "Peyton, what did he do to you in his room?"
She crossed her arms and sat down. "I'm not getting his jollies off by giving you a play by play."
"Please sweetheart, it would take a lot more than you to give me the jollies."
She threw her chair at him. "I accept your challenge!"
"What the fuck? What challenge?" He just barely managed to duck as the chair went flying.
She walked over to him. "Pants off! I'm going to rock your world!"
His eyes widened and he started to pull them down. "Alright!"
"No! No! Eli, pants up. Peyton, go and sit down. He wasn't challenging you. So no fucking him."
"You are so lucky," she snapped at Eli and sat back down. Crossing her arms, she steamed in her chair.
"So lucky?" He grinned as he examined her. "Oh, I'm going to have fun with you. I bet you couldn't even make me get hard."
"Eli, stop it!"
"Yes I can!"
"You sure? You sure you could suck me off? Cause I bet you can't. I bet you couldn't even make me scream," he smirked."Eli! Orderlies, take him to his room. He's lost group privileges.""Aww doc, come on. This is too much fun."
Peyton stood. "I bet I can! I know I can!"
"Good then try it!" Eli said even as he was being drug from the room.
Peyton ran after him and grabbed his pants. Dr. Green grabbed her even as Eli continued to urge her on by berating her and saying she couldn't do it.
"I can too! I can! I can!"
"You don't have to prove anything, Peyton. Just sit down!"
With a scream, she sat.
"I bet you can't come by my room later!" Eli yelled as he went down the hall.Dr. Green sighed. Worst day ever.
Later, after lights out, Peyton banged on Eli's door with a hard face. Eli opened the door with a yawn. "Oh!? It's you the girl who can't make me cum."
She kicked him in the cock. When he screamed she smirked. "Made you scream. That's one bet out of the way."
"Fucking shit! That's not what I meant!"
"You weren't specific. So pants off."
He bit his lip, he was in pain, but that could wait. His pants seemed to disappear. She moved inside and closed the door. Getting on her knees on his bed, she ushered him over to stand before her. He did that, his cock growing harder as he looked at her determined face.
"Well that's two down. I didn't have to touch you and already you are hard." She groaned and pulled his hips closer before taking him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip before going down his length. She massaged his balls and rubbed his cock with her other hand.
He groaned as she started sucking. Damn. She was actually pretty damn good at this. Not to mention she was really easy to control. Shit. He might stay here longer than he thought if he could keep this up. She had given a few blow jobs in high school. So she knew what she was doing. She wanted this to end quickly so she started sucking harder. His hands fisted her hair while he started gyrating his cock back and forth, pushing himself deeper into her throat. "Yeah, that's it." She looked up at him. He was annoying. "Don't look at me like that little girl," he smirked. His body tensed and he held her head as he came, filling her cheeks till they puffed out with his cum.
She pulled back, refused to swallow. She coughed it all up then wiped her lips. "Gross."
"Oh please, you've clearly done it before. You must like it."
"Just because I've done it before doesn't mean I like it. I broke my leg once but that doesn't mean I like it," she said as she stood and went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To bed. I'm tired and now I have to brush my teeth again."
He was going to let her leave, but something made him stop and smirk. "I'm going to be gone in a few months. I bet you couldn't stand it to do everything I told you to during that time."
She froze. Slowly she turned to him and crossed her arms. "Rules?"
"Simple. No talking back. No telling the doctors or orderlies. Anything I say you have to do."
"And what the hell do I get out of it? I'm not that stupid you know!"
"Fine. You want something. Name it."
She started to pace. "I make the rules."
"That's it? You're not very good at bargaining."
"Deal or not?"
"Hell yeah!"
She smirked. "Rule one. No sex. Rule two. No oral."
"What!? That's bullshit! No deal!"
"You can't go back once you agreed! What are you twelve!?"
"But you're no use to me unless there's sex involved."
"Then I guess you lose and I win."
"Oh no. There are plenty of ways around your little rules," he smirked.
"Those are only the first two rules. Rule three...I can add or change rules as often as I want."
He groaned. This was pointless. "Fine. Get naked."
"What?!"
"Get...n-a-k-e-d," he said, spelling it out for her.
"Rule four, I'm not getting fucking naked!"
"Now spread your legs." With a groan, she spread her legs. Before she could react, he was on top of her. His hand was between her legs, rubbing her, stroking her, and pushing a finger into her. "Now lay there and don't move."
Her eyes widened. "Rule five..." Another finger slid into her and he began pumping her. Before she could finish her statement his thumb found her clit. "Oh...God..." she moaned.
"What was rule five?" he asked. Pumping his fingers faster, he began to push them upward. All he would have to do is find that certain spot and she would be begging for it.
Her body arched. "THERE!"
"Now who is the pervert?" He began to rub her spot. Now that he found it, he practically owned her. A third finger went into her, stretching her walls as he pushed deeper.
"Ouch...not so rough..."
"You don't give the orders, I do," he replied, his cock was already hard again. Damn he wanted to push it into her.
"Rule five, I'm a virgin and if you want to touch me, you have to be fucking gentle!"
"Fuck..." He slowed his pace down and started curling them while sliding them, trying to get her off so that he could get off. She moved her hands to his shoulder, panting and rocking with him. Seconds later, she tensed and cried out, cumming on his hand. "Nice. Let's see how you taste." Pulling his fingers out of her, he brought them to his lips and began sucking on them. "Not bad." She sat up and closed her legs, keep her gown pulled down. Once he cleaned his hand, he laid back and stared at her. "Now stroke me."
She moved over him and started stroking his cock. "Is this all you think about? Really?"
"Yeah," he said, closing his eyes to relax. "And you have no room to talk. At least mine is full of pleasure. You're psycho. Can't say no to a challenge."
"It's not that I can't say no, it's that I don't want to. At least my way I'm not getting pregnant or an STD." She pulled her hand back. "You're clean...right?"
"Pretty bad time to ask considering you've had my cock all in your mouth."
"Answer me."
"I've had all my shots. I'm a clean boy." Her hand went back to him and nodded. "Stroke faster. I want to be able to feel your hand. There' more to giving a guy a hand job then just stroking him." Newbies. "So why don't you want to say no?"
She stroked faster, holding him harder. "Why should I tell you?"
"Because you don't have anything better to do. And for Christ's sake, you have another hand. There are other parts of a guys body that can be touched, poked, and prodded," he moaned. She grabbed his nipple and twisted. His back arched and he hissed. "Shit!"
"I'm suppose to be addicted to pain. But honestly...that does not look nice."
"Yeah, it's not," he muttered. "And you? Addicted to pain. Bull shit."
"I agree."
"So why exactly are you so hell bent on accepting challenges?" She moved her hand down and got serious about getting him off. Her hand went to his balls stroking while her other hand moved faster and massaged his tip. He finally came into her hand, his breath picking up while he moaned into the room. "Ah...that hit the spot."
She pulled back and wiped her hands on his sheet. "I'm going to bed now."
"No you aren't. You're staying here tonight."
"Not likely. They find me in your bed and I'll have my privileges taken."
"You have privileges? Like what/"
I get visits from my dad on Friday and he brings me meals for the week so I don't have to eat the crap here."
"What? How do you warrant special treatment? The whole Nazi program of theirs was designed to keep us away from the outside world."
"It's called being good."
"Yeah, never heard of that."
"Figures." She opened the door and walked out.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled his pillow down so that he could rest. This might get good.
In the morning, Peyton met with her father. He talked about her getting better and going to college. He talked about what her mother would think and went on about how things should be. She waited until he was done then left the room and went to the group session.
"Peyton, so glad that you could join us," Dr. Green smiled. "Please, tell me how have you been doing?"
Peyton took her seat. "What is there to tell from yesterday? I left here, went to do my regular things, had dinner, went to bed then woke up. That's it."
It was late. And the rooms were suppose to be locked. Of course...this had to be the one night the guard on duty just happened to fall asleep and forget to lock some of the doors. Peyton had to be one of those rooms and the crazy girl in room 28 just happened to be another door. Crazy Jenny, as Peyton liked to call her, had broken the mirror in Peyton's room since Crazy Jenny just so happen not to have a mirror for the same reason. Jenny was addicted to pain just as Peyton was told she was. Though Jenny...loved to inflict pain just as much as she liked to get it. After breaking Peyton's mirror and cutting herself a few times, she decided to share the joy and help the sleeping Peyton enjoy the pain as well. Of course...Peyton was not into that. After Jenny cut up Peyton's arms and some of her leg, Peyton managed to get out of her room and run. Jenny chased her yelling out things such as, "I'm trying to help! Doesn't it feel good, Peyton!? Why are you running!?"
So Peyton had tried door after door trying to find one the guard had forgot to lock. After a few floor, she finally found one and slipped inside.
"Crazy bitch," she whispered as she huddled by the door. She had no idea what floor she was on, hopefully not another crazy room with crazy people cutting up other people. The person's room she was in was sleeping so she could just wait it out until Jenny passed then she would go back to her room and move her dresser in front of the door to keep Jenny out. This, of course, didn't help with Jenny screaming her name.
"Peyton! Let me make you feel better!"
Something hard pressed against her neck as hands slid over her face. "My, my, what a pretty girl," he whispered, his cock laying against her flesh as he rubbed it over her.
Peyton paled and her face flushed. She stood quickly and slapped the person across his face. "Pervert!"
Eli laughed, his clothes gone as he stood before her naked, his erect cock on display. "You're the one who snuck into my room. There can only be on reason for them. So get back on your knees and let me treat you right."
She clapped her hand over his mouth as Jenny started down the hall screaming her name. Blood dripped on the ground and over him as she stared at the door. Great options, Peyton. Cut to death or fucked to death. You sure know how to pick them. He grinned, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him so that his cock could press against her. He pushed up her gown and started to pull her panties off so that he could slide into her.
She kneed him hard in the crotch. "I will kill you if you so much as try to do that. I'm saving myself for someone who counts, pervert," she whispered.
He doubled over in pain, writhing on the ground. "Ah, you stupid bitch. Damn that hurts!"
The door swung open. "Peyton! There you are!" Jenny grabbed Peyton's hand and drug her out with the glass held tightly in her hand.
"I'm not into this, Jenny! I don't want to 'feel good'!" she screamed.
Eli grabbed Jenny and pulled her toward him. "I'll feel good," he whispered in her ear, reaching for the glass to get it away from her. Peyton took this as her chance. She ran out of the room and to the stairs. "C'mon. Give me the glass and we'll make each other feel good."
Peyton sighed. She couldn't do that...even if Jenny was crazy. Running back to the room, she kicked Eli and grabbed Jenny. "Pervert!" she screamed. Running back down the hall she heard Jenny drop the glass as Peyton pulled her down the stairs.
"Son of a...." He growled as he held his crotch. "Damn it!"
By morning, Peyton and Jenny were found in Peyton's room. Of course...Peyton was to blame. She was the oldest and it was her mirror. She hated her life.
"Eli, put your pants back on or you're going to regret it," Dr. Green warned with a glare.
"Why what are you going to do to me doc? Show me I'm a bad boy?"
"Actually there is something I've been meaning to try. Chemical castration. It keeps you from getting hard...ever," she smirked.
He paused and slowly pulled up his pants. "Not funny."
"I wasn't joking. The next time you pull a stunt like that and I'll attach something to you that will keep you from cumming," she warned, getting serious once more. "Especially since the cameras caught you assaulting two patients."
Peyton glared at Jenny. "Stay the hell away from me," she said while Jenny pouted. She walked down the hall to the group session and took her seat while rubbing her wounds.
"Peyton, you were the one that Eli violated, weren’t' you?" Dr. Green asked once she had taken her seat.
Peyton froze. "Who?"
"That would be me," he grinned.
She glared at him. "Pervert!" she screamed and pointed.
"Yep! Thank you very much," he said, standing and giving a bow.
"Sit down, Eli," Dr. Green sighed. "Peyton, what did he do to you in his room?"
She crossed her arms and sat down. "I'm not getting his jollies off by giving you a play by play."
"Please sweetheart, it would take a lot more than you to give me the jollies."
She threw her chair at him. "I accept your challenge!"
"What the fuck? What challenge?" He just barely managed to duck as the chair went flying.
She walked over to him. "Pants off! I'm going to rock your world!"
His eyes widened and he started to pull them down. "Alright!"
"No! No! Eli, pants up. Peyton, go and sit down. He wasn't challenging you. So no fucking him."
"You are so lucky," she snapped at Eli and sat back down. Crossing her arms, she steamed in her chair.
"So lucky?" He grinned as he examined her. "Oh, I'm going to have fun with you. I bet you couldn't even make me get hard."
"Eli, stop it!"
"Yes I can!"
"You sure? You sure you could suck me off? Cause I bet you can't. I bet you couldn't even make me scream," he smirked."Eli! Orderlies, take him to his room. He's lost group privileges.""Aww doc, come on. This is too much fun."
Peyton stood. "I bet I can! I know I can!"
"Good then try it!" Eli said even as he was being drug from the room.
Peyton ran after him and grabbed his pants. Dr. Green grabbed her even as Eli continued to urge her on by berating her and saying she couldn't do it.
"I can too! I can! I can!"
"You don't have to prove anything, Peyton. Just sit down!"
With a scream, she sat.
"I bet you can't come by my room later!" Eli yelled as he went down the hall.Dr. Green sighed. Worst day ever.
Later, after lights out, Peyton banged on Eli's door with a hard face. Eli opened the door with a yawn. "Oh!? It's you the girl who can't make me cum."
She kicked him in the cock. When he screamed she smirked. "Made you scream. That's one bet out of the way."
"Fucking shit! That's not what I meant!"
"You weren't specific. So pants off."
He bit his lip, he was in pain, but that could wait. His pants seemed to disappear. She moved inside and closed the door. Getting on her knees on his bed, she ushered him over to stand before her. He did that, his cock growing harder as he looked at her determined face.
"Well that's two down. I didn't have to touch you and already you are hard." She groaned and pulled his hips closer before taking him in her mouth. Her tongue swirled around his tip before going down his length. She massaged his balls and rubbed his cock with her other hand.
He groaned as she started sucking. Damn. She was actually pretty damn good at this. Not to mention she was really easy to control. Shit. He might stay here longer than he thought if he could keep this up. She had given a few blow jobs in high school. So she knew what she was doing. She wanted this to end quickly so she started sucking harder. His hands fisted her hair while he started gyrating his cock back and forth, pushing himself deeper into her throat. "Yeah, that's it." She looked up at him. He was annoying. "Don't look at me like that little girl," he smirked. His body tensed and he held her head as he came, filling her cheeks till they puffed out with his cum.
She pulled back, refused to swallow. She coughed it all up then wiped her lips. "Gross."
"Oh please, you've clearly done it before. You must like it."
"Just because I've done it before doesn't mean I like it. I broke my leg once but that doesn't mean I like it," she said as she stood and went to the door.
"Where are you going?"
"To bed. I'm tired and now I have to brush my teeth again."
He was going to let her leave, but something made him stop and smirk. "I'm going to be gone in a few months. I bet you couldn't stand it to do everything I told you to during that time."
She froze. Slowly she turned to him and crossed her arms. "Rules?"
"Simple. No talking back. No telling the doctors or orderlies. Anything I say you have to do."
"And what the hell do I get out of it? I'm not that stupid you know!"
"Fine. You want something. Name it."
She started to pace. "I make the rules."
"That's it? You're not very good at bargaining."
"Deal or not?"
"Hell yeah!"
She smirked. "Rule one. No sex. Rule two. No oral."
"What!? That's bullshit! No deal!"
"You can't go back once you agreed! What are you twelve!?"
"But you're no use to me unless there's sex involved."
"Then I guess you lose and I win."
"Oh no. There are plenty of ways around your little rules," he smirked.
"Those are only the first two rules. Rule three...I can add or change rules as often as I want."
He groaned. This was pointless. "Fine. Get naked."
"What?!"
"Get...n-a-k-e-d," he said, spelling it out for her.
"Rule four, I'm not getting fucking naked!"
"Now spread your legs." With a groan, she spread her legs. Before she could react, he was on top of her. His hand was between her legs, rubbing her, stroking her, and pushing a finger into her. "Now lay there and don't move."
Her eyes widened. "Rule five..." Another finger slid into her and he began pumping her. Before she could finish her statement his thumb found her clit. "Oh...God..." she moaned.
"What was rule five?" he asked. Pumping his fingers faster, he began to push them upward. All he would have to do is find that certain spot and she would be begging for it.
Her body arched. "THERE!"
"Now who is the pervert?" He began to rub her spot. Now that he found it, he practically owned her. A third finger went into her, stretching her walls as he pushed deeper.
"Ouch...not so rough..."
"You don't give the orders, I do," he replied, his cock was already hard again. Damn he wanted to push it into her.
"Rule five, I'm a virgin and if you want to touch me, you have to be fucking gentle!"
"Fuck..." He slowed his pace down and started curling them while sliding them, trying to get her off so that he could get off. She moved her hands to his shoulder, panting and rocking with him. Seconds later, she tensed and cried out, cumming on his hand. "Nice. Let's see how you taste." Pulling his fingers out of her, he brought them to his lips and began sucking on them. "Not bad." She sat up and closed her legs, keep her gown pulled down. Once he cleaned his hand, he laid back and stared at her. "Now stroke me."
She moved over him and started stroking his cock. "Is this all you think about? Really?"
"Yeah," he said, closing his eyes to relax. "And you have no room to talk. At least mine is full of pleasure. You're psycho. Can't say no to a challenge."
"It's not that I can't say no, it's that I don't want to. At least my way I'm not getting pregnant or an STD." She pulled her hand back. "You're clean...right?"
"Pretty bad time to ask considering you've had my cock all in your mouth."
"Answer me."
"I've had all my shots. I'm a clean boy." Her hand went back to him and nodded. "Stroke faster. I want to be able to feel your hand. There' more to giving a guy a hand job then just stroking him." Newbies. "So why don't you want to say no?"
She stroked faster, holding him harder. "Why should I tell you?"
"Because you don't have anything better to do. And for Christ's sake, you have another hand. There are other parts of a guys body that can be touched, poked, and prodded," he moaned. She grabbed his nipple and twisted. His back arched and he hissed. "Shit!"
"I'm suppose to be addicted to pain. But honestly...that does not look nice."
"Yeah, it's not," he muttered. "And you? Addicted to pain. Bull shit."
"I agree."
"So why exactly are you so hell bent on accepting challenges?" She moved her hand down and got serious about getting him off. Her hand went to his balls stroking while her other hand moved faster and massaged his tip. He finally came into her hand, his breath picking up while he moaned into the room. "Ah...that hit the spot."
She pulled back and wiped her hands on his sheet. "I'm going to bed now."
"No you aren't. You're staying here tonight."
"Not likely. They find me in your bed and I'll have my privileges taken."
"You have privileges? Like what/"
I get visits from my dad on Friday and he brings me meals for the week so I don't have to eat the crap here."
"What? How do you warrant special treatment? The whole Nazi program of theirs was designed to keep us away from the outside world."
"It's called being good."
"Yeah, never heard of that."
"Figures." She opened the door and walked out.
Rolling his eyes, he pulled his pillow down so that he could rest. This might get good.
In the morning, Peyton met with her father. He talked about her getting better and going to college. He talked about what her mother would think and went on about how things should be. She waited until he was done then left the room and went to the group session.
"Peyton, so glad that you could join us," Dr. Green smiled. "Please, tell me how have you been doing?"
Peyton took her seat. "What is there to tell from yesterday? I left here, went to do my regular things, had dinner, went to bed then woke up. That's it."