OUR PLACE (SEQUEL)

[5] I Will Hurt You

 A/n: Ooooh shit is getting interesting!!!

T/W: N/A

"Y/n... I have to go. You know this..." My mom gathered her keys from the table as she pulled her purse over her shoulder.

"But why so much?" I follow her intently as she tries to leave, I force her to look at me. Holding her wrist in my hand. "You've been leaving me so much now... just a few months ago you could barely let me be alone for a few hours now you're gone by 8 and back by 7..."

"Y/n," She had used her 'Mom' voice as she ripped herself away. "I have to go now or I'll be late for work. I am this close to getting promoted! Not everything is about you!"

"You care more about work than me.... I thought I was your daughter. That you'd love me..."

"Of course I love you. But things change whether we like it or not. Now get ready and head to school. I'm needed at work." She walked out on me. Leaving the door unlocked.

I couldn't help but sigh out of annoyance. She was someone I could always count on, but now I can rarely count on her making it to dinner. I snatch up my bag and swing it over my shoulders as I walk out, locking the door behind me. My feet pound against the cement in aggrieved stomps. My mom's words ring around my head, continuously. Repeatedly. Like a carousel. Like that annoying song stuck in your head.

Eventually I walked into the schoolyard and inside the building. Meeting Peter, Mj and Ned just next to Peter's locker which was conveniently across the hall from mine.

"Hey," I say, making my presence known.

"What happened?" Mj asked, her eyebrows furrowed downward, pointed. We both knew something was up, it seemed I was an open book when it came to my overwhelming rage.

"What do you mean?" I opened my locker and put away my things as I ignored it to the best of my ability.

"Your attitude, did something happen this morning?" Peter filled in. He landed a gentle hand on my shoulder which I stared blankly at.

I closed my locker with a slam. Spooking him enough to back off.

"I'm fine." The bell rang abruptly. "Come on, let's head to class."

"Y/n if-"

"I'm fine. Let's. Go." I told him strictly as I stormed down the hallway and into biology. I took a sharp right turn and walked to my seat, people stared slightly but knew better than to bug me. Instead just looked at me with wide eyes.

"Y/n?" Peter whispered as he took his seat.

"What?" I retorted sharply.

"Talk to me, you've been... bitter today. Did something happen?" I sighed out deeply. Hanging my head slightly as I massaged my temples.

"My mom's been... she isn't the same," I swallow slightly and lick my lips, "She keeps leaving." I look at him in the eyes. "I don't see her anymore. She's just... gone. Vanished. Like she doesn't care about me anymore...." I whispered a response.

"She does, she loves you. Y/n... I love you. I do, really. What can I do? I just want you to be happy again..."

"I don't know anymore..."

"It'll work out, I know it." He turns back to the teacher as she starts the lecture. Throughout the lecture I took notes not paying much attention to the fact Peter had been attempting to talk to me. Multiple times. Until half way through class when it looked like he had given up.

"Fine. If you don't want to talk that's fine." Fine. The definition of fine has most definitely been skewed. What I didn't realize that with him giving up on trying it would-

"Ms. Y/n, are you paying attention?" My eyes lifted upward as the whole class's attention was brought to me, yet again.

"Yes of course..."

"Then what's newton's third law?"

"Every action has an equal opposite reaction." She nodded and I continued my notes almost in a haze. Every action has an equal opposite reaction. An example being, Peter stopped trying which causes me to feel... empty. A bit numb. Guilt... I swallowed that feeling as much as possible. Hoping to just hide it now. 

The day continued on with little complaint. I avoided conversation and was able to remain invisible to the majority of people. My friends had given me my space, something I'll have to thank them for eventually. Apologize as well...

I didn't mean to lash at him, to be bitter but- UGH. I just want to scream and let these feelings empty out like draining water in a bathtub. But the drain is closed tightly and I can't figure out how to open it back up. I want it to thunder and rain but the sky is empty of clouds. My thoughts were quickly forgotten when a knock was heard from my window. Peter. He was at the fire escape sitting in his suit.

"I'm sorry for pressuring you earlier..." Peter surprised me with an apology.. I was the one in the wrong. I ignored him. I was mean.. I

"No, I'm sorry, Peter.. I shouldn't have even-"

"You're dealing with stuff. It's okay. I've been there..." He looked around for peering eyes before sneaking in. I let him. He quickly ripped off his mask and stuffed it in his pocket.

"How did you handle it? Stuff." That word was a little foreign but reminded me of one of the first encounters I had with my dad. The short lived midnight talk.

"I don't know. I kinda let it run its course. 

"My mom just got back... you should probably leave before she sees you," I told Peter as I heard the keys jingle and the click of her work shoes.

"Why, I am your boyfriend?" He teases as he leans in.

"Look in the mirror." He does as I say and realizes he's in his suit.

"Oh... um..ok bye! Love you!

"Love you too..."

I watched as Peter made his way to the window, turning back to give me a quick peck on the lips before swinging away. I turned back and made my way downstairs where I could hear the distinct sound of heels and the sound of the purse being sat down.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk..."