YB male reader x peter (17+) (Ongoing Story)

chapter 4: morning (TW, SLIGHT GORE)

Peter slowly stirred next to me under the covers as the sunlight attempted to poke through the the dark blinds. The small amount that made it through blinded my eyes after an entire night of only getting just a couple hours of sleep just to wake up in the middle of the night from pain and instead just staring at the ceiling in fear until morning..

I hate how much I have to depend on him now..i hate him more than anything, but at the same time if he simply paid me no attention, i would b e completely helpless or worse, die.

Believe me, i wanted to get some sleep. I really did. Even now i could barely keep my weary eyes open, but last night i had to stay alert..Peter was right next to me for several hours and it was too dark for me to see anything. Hell if i knew, he could be easily rearing up to hurt me again and i wouldn't know..I needed to make sure he didn't try anything while i was supposed to be asleep. It felt like being trapped in the lion's den and the moment you let your guard down that lion was ready to pounce and give you no regard as anything other than a meal.

Its not like i could sleep anyways, everything hurt too much to do so... I still coulden't believe that peter had cut me that badly last night!..i knew he was crazy, but damn..The huge gash on my stomach paired with all the bitemarks he made on my skin ached and burned too much for me to even get a second of relaxation, let alone good sleep.

God, was it terrifying, like some game to test how long i'd hold out for, all built by the mastermind himself, peter...Hell, I was probably just overthinking it like i always do, but I swear that there's more to him just wanting to hurt me physically. He is too smart a psychopath to not realize all the mental damage that came with it..he wanted me to feel like this.

He wanted me to react like this..to feel all sorts of pain..like i was some sort of pin cushion he could stab for his amusement.

Mmm..that night...it started to make me miss being left alone in that cold, scary basement where all the shadows seemed to dance around like demons and made me go crazy..i would ignore them, but out the corner of my blootshot eyes the shadows would rear up on me and only stop when i blinked..i watched them for hours every night, just to not feel vulnerable..

I guess my mental state was deteriorating more than i thought..

But at least then i was away from him..but now, I was stuck in the lions' den.

Peter soon sat up in bed and switched on the overhead lights in his bedroom. He stretched a bit and began speaking to me.

"Mmm...good morning darling!.." He whispered in my ear while cuddling up against me under the covers. He messed with my hair a bit and kept talking to me, hoping for a response. "How'd you sleep, hm?" Judging by my dry, bloodshot eyes that barely blinked all night in order to keep watch and wounds caked with dried blood, he could take the hint that I haden't slept well at all.

Fuck, just hearing that voice close to me and feeling those arms wrap around me again was enough to make me tense up without thinking...and god did it hurt. I let out a little whine of pain feeling him weigh down on my freshly scabbed over wounds.

"Aw darling, you sound so cute~" he cooed, playing with my hair again.
I was shivering and whimpering under his touch. I know it's stupid, but god was i scared he'd switch from happy and content to angry with me in an instant again..i was so scared of him now..

"Im sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to be so rough with you last night or hurt you just now..." He trailed off, lightly dragging his hand down my exposed hip over all the irritated, bloodied bite marks he had made the night before..

He then gently placed a kiss on my cheek and carefully covered me back up under the layers of blankets.

I could feel him roll away from me and scoot off the bed. I heard him retrieve his pants from the floor and zip them back up before talking to me again.

"Its okay darling, I can make it up to you! I'll go make breakfast, you stay here for a bit, okay love?..rest up.."

I was not going to talk to that messed up psychopath after last night. Not unless i had to.

"Alright, you don't have to talk to me right now darling, i understand how this new life will tame some getting used to- i'll come back in a minute with breakfast, okay?~..love you~" he purred, starting towards the bedroom door, now in my line of sight. He could see my eyes on him and his own scars that adorned his skin..He flashed me a toothy smile, blew me a kiss, and finally retired to the kitchen just out of view from where i was laying.

He isn't right in the damn head..What sane person would carve someone's name in their body multiple times and then make that person look at it?..that's..that's more than fucked up could ever describe..

When i was just hanging out with him i should've seen all these obvious red flags he gave off and ran..I should've ran far away by now. But look where that got me..like usual, i was too trusting and played right into the abuser's arms once again.

And this time, there was no weaseling my way out of it.

I was never going to see my miserable little apartment and my friends ever again..not even TK..god, i missed them so much. I hope theyr'e okay taking double shifts at the diner to make up for me being gone..During times like this, they were all i thought about that gave me even a spark of hope. But lately, the feeling of hopelessness made its way closer and closer to me by the second.

If you can hear this, lucy or TK or even Don..i miss you guys a lot... No matter how badly i want to give up, I promise i'll hold on a bit longer for you all..

Hopefully, i can still make it home to you...

TK.