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Peter's p.o.v I walked back and forth outside Mara's house as I tried to calm down and hold Derick back, he was pacing back and forth and whimpering loudly, something was definitely wrong. If Mrs Hart was to come out, what was I going to say, was I suppose to lie that mara had left her books back at school?, Well that would be one of the dumbest lies ever. Or was I suppose to pretend to take on her invitation of dinner, something was terribly wrong with Mara, I just had a gut feeling that she was either in danger or Derick was overreacting, I took in a deep breath then knocked on the door. The door was quickly opened by Mrs Hart who was looking at me furiously. "Where the hell is my daughter?" She asked loudly. I frowned then stupidly looked behind to make sure she was talking to me