The One You Trust (YB Peter x Reader)

Chapter 2

After sleeping on your fire escape again, and watching you drive to work, Peters plan was in motion. First thing was following Lucy around, trying to figure out what her schedule is, who she interacted with, and if there was a way to get rid of her without bloodshed. He knew it would hurt you to have her die, especially if she was murdered by someone. But... if you were upset again...

No.

He shook the thought away. Killing her without knowing if it was the only option would be hurting you, and that wasn't acceptable. Killing was the easy route, and he knew you were worth far more than just that. He'd have to get rid of them as quietly as possible, and death just wasn't that. If he got caught by them, or left him no choice, then he'd kill them. Not... not right out of the gate. His therapist did say to do whatever it took to get closer to you, as it would benefit the two of you emotionally, but this had the opportunity to be dealt with in a better way. For now.

Lucy left home only a short half hour after you did, and got into her car, leaving the apartment building alone. In order to truly understand Lucy, and know what kind of a person she was, he'd have to break in to your apartment. Neither of you were home, so it shouldn't be too big of a deal. Plus, nobody paid attention to the fire escape anyway. No risk of getting caught!

He first tried the window, pushing it up in an attempt to see if it was locked. Lucy didn't seem to care about either of your safety, as she left her window unlocked. "Careless," he scoffed. He slipped through the opening with ease, scanning the room around him. Other than her bed, it was a decently tidy space. Everything was where it was supposed to be from the looks of it. Nothing was left on the floor, giving off a very type "a" personality. Judging by how you left your car, that was something you both were opposite in. He wondered if that made you have arguments with the other person, or if it caused a rift between you two.

He poked around the room, opening drawer after drawer. Nothing much was of value. Lucy didn't have any family photos, no boyfriend or girlfriend photos either, nothing of the sort of thing he could use against her. There was a ton of bdsm stuff in her closet, but that's not what he was looking for, nor wanted to find anyway. By the looks of it, you'd be the only one truly effected if she just... disappeared. Hell, even Don (who he'd look into later) seemed like he just wanted her gone.

You, and whoever she was sleeping with, were the only two people he knew that even knew anything about her. Keeping her alive seemed less and less plausible.

He went into your room, unlocking and opening the window in the case that he needed to escape. He questioned if you'd leave it open tonight, but even that was a doubtful hope. In any case, he knew everything about you from a simple scan of the room. It was obviously an organized mess. Clothes were in piles on the ground, most likely determined by dirty or clean, pictures of people he assumed were your family were on your dresser, a game boy (how out dated) sitting next to them, all of which solidified your neurodivergency.

He'd clean your room if it wasn't going to make it obvious that he was there, or someone had broken in. Actually, now that he thought about it, maybe it would tip the scale in getting rid of Lucy... he shook that off too. That was too big of a risk to take. If she had proof she was somewhere else during your work, he'd be the second to blame, or the cops would show up and pull finger prints from around the room. No, he needed to wait to do that as well.

He sighed in frustration. "Do anything that you think would benefit them, Peter." He heard the counselor say. "You love her, don't you?"

Lucy had to go, and unfortunately, he couldn't find any alternative to simply killing her.

That plan could wait, right now this was his first chance to see the space you come to unwind after a stressful day. Perhaps even "relieve" yourself here. God, to witness that... his pants grew tighter. Now wasn't the time for dirty thoughts. No, instead he continued looking through your room.