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

chapter 6: hurting (TW, SLIGHT GORE)

After hours of counting the seconds tick by to see how long i was still alive for, I fell into an uncomfortable sleep..

Soon, i awoke, but not to a pleasant morning feeling..

Every second felt like agony...just keeping my damn eyes open felt like a chore at this point. I'd been refusing to talk to peter and eat since the day I lost my leg and suffered more cuts from the broken window in hopes of peacefully passing away from starvation in my sleep, but no such luck..

I was still alive.

I don't even know how i was still going, i'd lost so much blood and my wounds remained scabby, uncleaned, and definitely not healthy looking for days now..

It was like a routine, every day he would bound down the stairs, tell me about his day, and attempt to feed me while i refused every time. Then he would come down to talk to me and attempt to get me to eat exactly 2 other times throughout the day, to no avail, and then the cycle would repeat over again within a couple hours when he was not asleep.

I just wanted some closure, some relief from the pain at least..

But that relief was never coming for me as long as peter was around..he told me he loved me, but anyone who loved me even a little at all would have put me out of my misery by now..

It was cruel to make me keep going all because he "loved" me. I was starting to lose a dangerous amount of weight, i barely slept a wink anymore, and the gash on my stomach coupled with my stubby leg kept draining more and more of my energy each day. To top it all off, the cuts from the window hadn't scabbed over yet and the bite marks were now painful purple bruises.

I would rather be dead than go through this hell.

Like clockwork, as usual, i heard the basement door unlock in the blurry darkness as peter walked down the stairs to greet me. Surprisingly, this was the first time he had came to see me all day.. It was definitely longer than usual between meal increments.

I coulden't tell time accurately down here, but i could tell the difference from routine at least.

"Hello darling! How are you? i missed you so much today, i'm so glad i can come home to you~ i love you so much, today was great! I'm sorry i coulden't come see you sooner, I had to go over to the next town to get rat some food and..."

He sputtered joyously as i tried to drown out his rambling. I coulden't stand to listen to him talk to me like everything was normal anymore. Because it wasn't normal, and this wasn't love.

I did my best to drown it out with other thoughts, but soon he approached me with a bowl of steaming food and was preparing to try and feed me.

Once the duct tape was taken off, as usual, i dodged the spoon and if it got close enough to my mouth, i kept it wired shut. God i didn't want to eat. I just wanted to wake up and have this all be some sick dream..

He frowned at me as a look of concern spread across his face.

"Not hungry, hm?.. Y/N you have to eat..look at how skinny you're getting.." He replied with a worried tone, more so than usual.

I snarled at him in return and tossed my head back in disgust, tearing my eyes away from his. I coulden't stand another damn second looking at those sad eyes giving the illusion that he cared about me..it almost made me feel like i was being the asshole in this situation.

He reached a warm hand up to my face and gently turned it towards him so that i was looking into his eyes again.

"Darling..what's wrong?.." He asked quietly, his eyes boring into my soul.

Like before, I leaned my head over in a quick attempt to bite his hand, but he moved it away from my cheek too fast for me to even graze his hand..

His expression was a mix of surprise and pity, but was soon overtook by the pitiful part.

"That's okay darling..i get why you'd feel that way after the other days' events, but..but it was only to keep you safe and here with me, i promise!.. Besides, who needs legs when i can carry you?..hehe.." He teased, desperately trying to lighten the mood.

Seeing as i wasen't amused, he spoke again.

"Speaking of that.. We have to check on your wounds darling- also, you haven't showered properly since you've got here and probably can't because..you know..but that's okay! I can help you!anything for you, my dear Y/N!~" he giggled as he undid my restraints and hoisted me up into his arms with a now reinvigorated mood.

Humming to himself, he approached the stairs to the basement and bounded up them like an exited puppy. He soon turned the corner and brought me into the bathroom.

God, TK..i hope you can forgive me for what's about to happen again...because i sure woulden't.

All I can have now is hope..

TK pov:

Y/N was still missing, and i had no plan to find him..

It's been days now. Lucy's previous uncertainty had now turned into worry.
Lucy stayed home for a couple days to "look" for Y/N, but i knew she just stayed near the door like a sad puppy waiting for him to come bounding through with an explanation.

I didn't blame her. I could tell she shifted the blame of his disappearance heavily on herself. We all felt like that, but she seemed to take it harder than others like Don..

He had started to take better measures to protect the apartments y/n once stayed in lately, which was good i guess..Once I'd walked in to see Lucy and he was installing a whole video system. He was more of a quiet guy, but i knew it affected him too.. I mean, it was nice of him to try and prevent it from happening again, but..it still didn't fix the fact that Y/N was still gone.

Someone had to do something at least instead of mourn his possible loss..He was still out there..he had to be.

I mean, i had already done what i could to help find him in my free time..i went to places he frequented and asked around, filed a missing persons report, handed out fliers on the streets, even went to the news to get a small segment dedicated to his finding..sure, it cost a pretty penny to get a segment on a usually busy local news station that almost everyone around here watched, but it was worth it if it'd help find Y/N faster..

I missed him so much. The little things, like seeing him after work to hang out or his loveable jokes during shifts which i now braved both on my own started to turn the whole world grey for everyone he had an impact on.

I needed to call lucy soon..recently, we had made it a point to call each other every two days in case either of us had any news on where Y/N was.

Of course we had no such luck, but..it was still comforting to hear her voice once in a while.

The phone rung for a bit, but after a couple seconds Lucy picked up.

"Hey, TK..how are you?.." Lucy sniffled into the phone, clearly crying before she had answered me.

"Hey...i'm doing fine thanks, what about you?.." I asked cautiously, not wanting to make her more upset than she already was.

*sniffle*"i think you can already tell..anyways, ya got anything on Y/N yet?..." *sniffle* she reluctantly responded while choking back more tears.

"I'm sorry..no, i got nothing..no one on the streets recognizes him other than a handful of strangers that'd seen him once or twice and no one has called the number that we put on the news or the fliers around town yet.." I said, dreading her reaction.

She chuckled a little before spouting into tears again.

"Hehe..Wow! He's really gone huh??.. And who's fault might that be?.." She blubbered.

"Lucy..it's none of our faults, i promise you..We will find him, okay? It'll be okay, you know Y/N won't go down without a fight.." I stated with a twinge of hope in my tone.

"Fuck..yeah, i hope your right TK.." She sighed.

We miss you, Y/N...please come home soon.