A Sunday Kind of Love- a Peter Parker x Reader story

Chapter 2

Y/n's POV

The sticky note wasn't the first time that has happened. Last week, a full on chair got stuck to my hands and I couldn't get it off. Everyone that sees it thinks it's a joke when it's not. I don't know what's happening to me.

I've had other things besides being sticky happen to me. A few days ago, I got home and was angry about something Kail did to me. I slammed my door and threw my backpack across the room. Except, instead of landing on the floor, it busted through the wall. I've always been weak and not athletic, so this was insane to me.

I wake from another night mare which have become more and more frequent. My mom comes bursting through my door still in her scrubs from her night shift. I've expertly moved my bed over the hole in the wall so she doesn't see it. My mom has curly brown hair and almond eyes. She has too many worry lines for people her age, and I'm afraid they were put there from me.

She stands in front of my bed, one hand on her hip, and I know the school talked to her.
"Y/n. The note was stuck?!" She asks angrily.
"Yes mom! God why won't anyone believe me?"
"Honey, you have to stop this." She pulls up an image on her phone of the note. "I don't believe you because I think you just didn't want him to see this."
"Well I mean you aren't completely wrong." She groans and sits on my bed.

"Love, what do you want me to do for you? What can I do to help you with this?" She rubs my leg.
"Well, there's two things we could do. One, we could move away from here." She smiles sadly at me. I've already heard her response to this. Honey, this is the best place for my job. Honey, we are practically broke and can't afford to move. So I try to make the conversation lighter.
"Or two, we could kidnap Carl and throw him in a nursing home." She laughs and sits next to me on the bed. She pulls up the picture again and I lay my head on her shoulder.
"It's a really good pig-person, I'll give you that." I smile and kiss my mom on the cheek. She eyes the photo on my night stand and grabs it.

It's a photo of me, my dad, my mom, and my dog, Elfie. We had gone hiking that day and were incredibly muddy. In the picture, we are standing in front of a waterfall, and my dad is holding both of us tightly. We're all laughing as the cold water splashes against our backs.
We were all cold, dirty, and hungry, but none of that mattered because we were together.
All of us.

My mom leaves to take a shower and sleep. I yawn and get up for another day in hell. My mom doesn't know about Kail. I don't want to give her another thing to worry about. Besides, he hasn't really raped me or anything, but he makes me incredibly uncomfortable. I put on jeans and a sweater that is big and warm. I wash my face and brush my teeth, putting my hair in a low ponytail. I pull on my converse and walk out of our apartment into the cold autumn air.

Last night I hadn't gotten much sleep. I get coffee on the way to school but I still feel like shit. I don't want to talk to Kail or Rach, I just want to get done here and go home.
Of course, that doesn't happen.
This is actually the day that I screw up even more than I thought I could.

I get through half of the day just fine. I sit at lunch with Rachel and her friends. The boys sit across the cafeteria from us, but still in eyeshot of the girls. I stand up and throw away my half eaten food and so does Kail. The teachers are at the opposite end of the room, so they don't see what he does to me.

I accidentally drop my apple on the ground and I bend over to grab it. Kail comes right behind me and I can feel him touching my ass. I can feel him pretending to thrust into me. I can hear the boys laughing behind him.
And I break.

I turn around and punch him in the face. I throw the apple right at his balls and he groans in pain. He wipes the blood from his nose and looks at me angrily.
"You bitch." He lurches at me and tries to punch me. Somehow I know he's about to do this so I grab his fist and slam it against the wall. He kicks me in the shin and I push him. Hard.
So hard, he goes flying into the wall.
Just like my backpack.
Bricks rain down on him and people are screaming. The teachers run up to him and I realize what I've done.
"Is he dead?" Some one shrieks.
Oh god.
I turn and make eye contact with Rachel. She's wide-eyed and her mouth is opened. I can see her mouth to me,
Run.

So I run. I can't stay here. I run through the exit doors which sets off an alarm. I run faster than I thought I could all the way to my house, scared that if I look back, the teachers would be there, running after me.

I climb up the fire escape into my room and close my window behind me. I fall to the ground and I'm shaking. I'm out of breath and I run my hands through my hair. What have I done? I take one of my hands out of my hair but the other is stuck again.
"Shitshitshit." I try to pull it out but it won't come out. I begin to cry.

My mom must've heard me and comes in to my room.
"Honey? What are you doing home?" She bends down and tries to take my hand out of my hair.
"God you weren't kidding." I cry harder.
"Mom I'm so sorry I didn't mean to I promise." I repeat that over and over again and she looks at me confused.
Her phone rings.
It's from the school.
She answers and turns pale.
"Oh my god Y/n. What have you done?"