May 25th, 2001

"What do you mean, you didn't get in?" seethed his dad, with a fury that Peter had only seen a handful of times.

Peter took another swig of his whiskey, while he sat opposite to his dad in the study, and tried desperately not to smile. He loved the fact that he was infuriating Arthur, it didn't happen that often, "I got in, I'm just not going."

The words easily rolled off his tongue, with a lot of smugness to them. Of course he'd gotten in, he'd studied non stop after Candice's death. It was all he really did, when he wasn't in school. But spending that time with her, had also opened his eyes to seeing where his true passion lay.

Arthur scoffed, "The hell your not! Do you know how much money I've put into your tuition at Georgetown? You're going to Harvard Peter, end of discussion."

Again, he shook his head, knowing from the beginning that this would be difficult. It wasn't really a smart idea to get on his father's bad side, Peter knew that, but he also knew that he'd never forgive himself, if he gave in to the life he'd never wanted. He yearned for the freedom to be something else, something that would ease the pressure in his chest- the one he felt when he saw Arthur or Nathan.