Your Boyfriend x Y/n A Drunk Mistake

Chapter Seventeen

[Y/n]

After Peter pulled away from me I wiped the saliva off of my lips with the back of my palm. Feeling sick to my stomach after even thing that just went down I stood up to make my way to the bathroom, but I didn't get very far. 

Peter had grabbed my arm and stopped me from walking away. "Where are you going?" 

"My stomach hurts, I'm going to the bathroom." 

"Oh dear." He stood up and worriedly walked over to me. "Maybe you're hungry? Do you think you need to lie down?" He asked, concerned.

Ugh no, I just want to use the bathroom in peace. "No, I just need to pee. I mean I'm hungry too but that's not important." I shook my head and continued walking towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me and using the bathroom before washing my hands. I desperately didn't want to go back outside but if I stayed in here I knew sooner or later Peter would end up coming to get me anyway. 

I finally stepped back outside to where Peter was patiently waiting for me. Watching me like a hawk as soon as I opened the door. He clearly didn't trust me anymore after what I just attempted to do. I doubt that will change anytime soon.

He smiled. Ugh it sent a chill down my spine. "Are you feeling better now?"

I nodded. 

"Good, ready to go then?" He made his way back over to me and gently took my hand. 

"I guess." No point in arguing. It's not like it would get me anywhere. 

He glanced at the bag on my shoulder. "Want me to carry that for you?" 

"No it has a book I can read, and my game. It's not heavy." 

"Oh alright." He sounded a little disappointed that he couldn't offer to help. I would have rolled my eyes at how ridiculous he was I wasn't still in denial about knowing I'm literally giving my life back to this psycho. I mean what was I thinking, agreeing to stay with him, they even asked me what I wanted to do.

Maybe a part of me really didn't want to leave him. Hell who am I kidding, I know a part of me didn't want to leave him. I like him, even if he is crazy. I just want him to work on fixing this! I know he needs help, I just don't know how to help him. 

Peter picked up the small box with the cuffs and strawberry lube, I had a feeling the lube wasn't going to be used anytime soon but those cuffs wore going to be a part of my everyday outfit and not in a sexual way. More like an actual prisoner way, And knowing Lucy they probably didn't have safety buttons on them either.

Now I'm really relived I didn't open the second box. Who knows what other items-or heaven forbid bondage items she might have owned. 

Peter lead me out the door and downstairs, he seemed eager to get out of the apartment complex. Probably worried I'd try something. No, I'm done, there's nothing I can do. The police don't believe me. Even Mr. Williams thinks I'm crazy, I mean out of everyone he seems like the logical one, I really thought I could trust him. But sure enough he let me down too!

Bastards! I can't trust anyone!

Peter lead me out to the van and opened the door for me, I'll pretend he was being kind and did it because of my wrist. I think he was just making sure I didn't make a run for it. I climbed in and he closed the door behind me before making his way to the other side and climbing in. 

He reached over and set the box in the back before turning towards me. "So you want lunch right? You said you were hungry." He gave me a sweet smile.

Is this the calm before the storm? Why isn't he angry. Or is he waiting until we get home before he kills me? "Yeah, I can eat." 

"Great! What would you like?"