Your Boyfriend x Y/n A Drunk Mistake

Chapter Six

[Y/n]

The officer dropped us off at the apartment complex and Mr. Williams came out to meet us. He had already given his statement earlier, not having to go down to the station since he hardly knew anything about the events of the night. 

"Are you okay kid?" Mr. Williams asked, surprisingly he actually had a gentle tone, I only ever thought he had a rough and tough exterior. 

I felt tears starting to well in my eyes again, the guilt from earlier starting to rack my brain. "I feel horrible. I feel like I should have done something. I came home for lunch. Peter and I were both here, then we left... We could have stopped this from even happening." 

"Hey, hey, Y/n, don't beat yourself up over this. You couldn't have done anything to prevent this, and this isn't your fault, neither is it Peter's because he simply bought flowers. It's that sick bastards fault. If that fucker was still alive I'd kill him myself." Mr. Williams took a step forward and placed a gentile hand on my shoulder. "If you two were there you might have even gotten hurt as well."

Peter took a step closer to me, standing behind me now he wrapped his arms around my waist. "He's right Y/n, this isn't your fault, don't blame yourself." He said and gently rested his head on top of mine comfortingly. 

We stood there quietly for a few minutes as I tried to stop myself from crying, finally managing to do so I looked back up to my landlord. "They said I can't stay for a while, It's a crime scene still."

He nodded. "Yeah, come to my office. I'll give you back your rent money from this month. I'm not taking it." He lead us back inside, past the officers that were starting to clear out, they had removed the bodies and and closed off the room with police tape. 

He opened the door to his apartment, leaving it open so we could follow him inside. Wow, for someone so strict it was a huge mess. It was pretty small, maybe because the filing cabinets lining the walls and paperwork stacked up on his desk and floor made it look smaller then it really was. 

Mr. Williams walked over to his desk, crouching down next to his desk and quickly opening a safe after unlocking it, he reached in and counted out $500 before closing the safe and standing back up and handing the money to me. He didn't say a word.

"Um..." I took the money and pulled out my wallet, putting the money away before continuing what I wanted to say. Mr. Williams had raised his eyebrow and waited patiently for me to continue. "I..." I let out a sigh and shook my head. This was a lot harder then I thought it would be. "I've been thinking... And I can't stay. Not in the apartment where Lucy..."

Mr. Williams nodded quickly. "Hey, I get it. I do." He pulled out the desk chair and quickly sat himself down at his desk. "I'd let you switch to a different on, but I don't have any empty ones right now. Sorry." He pulled open open of the cabinets, flipping through the papers one by one until pulling out my lease. "Do you have something in mind when you go?"

"Honestly no." 

Peter perked up at that. "Stay with me!" He grabbed my hand and squeezed it tightly. "It doesn't need to be a permanent thing. You can take all the time you need and look for a new place to live if you don't wanna stay with me." He gave me a look, one that was a little to hopeful that I'd agree. 

I don't really want to, right now I just want to be alone. Maybe get a hotel room, hell maybe even see if Tk will take me in. I don't know, I just don't want to be with Peter right now. "Okay." 

He smiled brightly. A little to happy after what had just happed today. 

"Alright." Mr. Williams said, looking back down at the paper he was holding. He read it a bit before letting out a sigh. "Your lease was for a year, if you leave now that's an early termination, but don't worry about it kid. Just stay in contact. The officers told you they'd call you, right?"