Peter. Peter Parker.

Chapter 32: I was happy

LAST CHAPTER!!!

Y/N's POV:

I had been staying with Peter for about a week now. Aunt May was more than happy to have me over and let me have the couch. Peter insisted that I slept in his bed but I wouldn't let him do that for me.

The remainder of Spring Break went by in a blur. Ned and MJ visited us a few times just to check up on me which I appreciated. Peter explained to me what happened with MJ that night and I believed him. Plus, if he liked MJ, he wouldn't spend all his free time kissing me now, would he?

*wink*

I still hadn't gone home, and to be honest, I didn't have the heart to. It hurt too much. I cried myself to sleep most nights when I could sleep but I stayed up most of the time because of the nightmares. I kept seeing my mother. I also saw flashes of me attacking Peter. The want to kill him. The NEED to kill him. I wasn't alone though. If ever I had a bad nightmare, Peter would come to me and stay with me until I fell asleep again.

Once Spring Break was over, and school started back up again, life seemed to be normal. Well, as normal as it could be. I had friends, a place to stay, an amazing boyfriend-

Oh, did I forget to mention that? Yeah, we're dating now.

I was happy. I tried to forget about my dad and everything that had happened to me, and for a while, I did. All thoughts about my dad became less and less as the days went by and then the nightmares happened less and less. I slept more soundly through the night, although Peter still came and checked up on me most nights, and hardly cried at all. I was happy here, with Peter, with my friends, and with my life. I wanted it to always be like this.

I got a call and looked down to see Peter's goofy face pop up on my screen and I smiled.

"What's up dork, miss me already?"

"Y/N..."

"Peter? What is it, are you ok?"

"Y/N turn on the TV. Channel 2."

"Ok... Why are you being weird?"

"Just do it."

I had never heard him talk like this before. Something was definitely wrong.

I grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned on the TV. The reporter was talking about a girl that they had found brutally murdered. It was by her boyfriend or something. And then they showed the body. I'd recognize that red hair anywhere.

Daphne.

Time froze as the next image popped up. The killer.

Dad.

The reporter kept talking but I didn't hear a word. The thoughts and memories of what happened all those weeks ago came flooding back into my memory.

Dad

Needle

Pain

Nothing

Spiderman

Obey

Kill Spiderman

Obey

Fight Spiderman

Obey

Pain

Nothing

I heard a voice coming from my phone but I couldn't tell what they were saying. Flashes of my father and what he did to me... what I did and what I could have done overtook my sight and my senses.

I blacked out sometime after that.