Hard Luck Woman: A Y/N x Peter Criss Story

Go Away

There was a knock on my door and I jerked my head up, eyes narrowing. I rose to my feet, looking through the peephole, and let out a curse. Of course Peter was standing on the doorstep. I turned away from the door, grabbing the cardboard box off the counter and yanking open the door.

"Perfect, I meant to give you this," I snarled, shoving it into his hands. 

"Wh-what's this?" he asked.

"Everything you gave me. I don't want it anymore," I spat, slamming the door shut in his face again. 

"Y/N, please! I-I'm sorry! I-I'm sorry, I only kept it secret b-because I was scared of you loving me for just the money and the fame, I wanted you to love me for who I really was, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done it! I've just had my heart broken before, I was scared of it happening again and I just didn't know how to explain things, I'm sorry, I promise I love you, I really do love you! I want to date you, I love you more than anything!" he cried. 

"If you didn't tell me, fine! That's one thing! But that isn't what you did! You flirted with me as-as Peter too, you shouldn't have done that! You should've just dated me as George instead of confusing me! What the hell is wrong with you?!" I shouted.

There was a pause before he responded.

"Can I please just come in and talk with you?" he asked.

"No." 

"Bambina--"

"I said don't call me that! I said that we're done! That's why I've given everything back to you! You can have all your stupid drumsticks and roses and letters and photos!" I cried. "I don't want to see you again, I don't want to see any part of you!" 

"Please, Y/N, I'm sorry! I love you, I'm so so sorry I've hurt you, I never should've done what I did and I really am sorry with all my heart! Please, give me a second chance," he said, practically begging me. 

I jerked the door open, shaking with fury. 

"You don't get a second chance! How am I supposed to trust you, huh?! How am I even supposed to believe that you love me?! Everything's been a lie! From the first time we've met, it's only been lies! How am I supposed to have trusted anything you've said?!" 

There was a pause as he looked at me before darting forward and trying to kiss me. I shoved him away, going from mad to enraged. 

"I said leave me alone!" I shouted, kicking him in the shin. 

He jumped back with a yelp, dropping the box in favor of clutching his leg, sending letters and flowers and every other little gift he got me scattering everywhere.

"Y/N please, I'm so sorry!" he said, dropping to his knees and scrambling around to collect everything. "Please, j-just give me a second chance!" he begged.

"No! You don't get a second chance! All I want you to do is get out!" I said, kicking the box further away from him and slamming the door shut, leaving him still doing his best to gather up all his old gifts for me before they blew away in the wind.

Shaking, I stormed off to my room, tears pricking my eyes. I wanted to love him, but I couldn't trust him, not after everything that had happened. Not after he had lied to me for months, complicating things for no real reason. 

I laid on my bed for almost an hour before my phone began to ring. With a sigh, I picked it up.

"Hello?"

Ace: Hiya curly, you got time to talk?

"Hi Ace. If it's about Peter, I'm--"

Ace: Oh it is Peter! I know he's hurt you and he's really sorry, could you please forgive him? He's heartbroken and we can't have him heartbroken 'cause he's the drummer and he's gonna be a mess at the show if he's this upset.

"I don't care. I don't forgive him, I'm not taking him back, he can get over himself and deal with it!" I shouted, hanging up and letting out a frustrated cry. 

Everyone wanted me to get back with Peter but no one seemed to want to listen to me when I explained exactly why I wasn't going to do just that.