Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 14

•chapter 14•

TW: parental abuse, slut-shaming.

i wake up to a light shuffling under my head and groan. i open my heavy eyes and view a bare chest underneath me, with scars lining most of the skin. looking up, peters mahogany eyes meet my dark, almost black, ones. i lie back down and he chuckles, sitting up. my head stays attached to the pillow, as he gets up and opens the curtains.

"ah what a beautiful day it is!" he shouts sarcastically and i whine.

"do me a fucking favour and close that and get back into bed" i groan, covering my eyes from the luminous rays blaring through the window.

"why? it's so pretty outside!" he says innocently, i can hear the smug grin in his voice. he knows im not a morning person, especially after a night like last.

"ugh, what time is it?" i ask, sighing.

"9:30 dear! the perfect time to get up and going" he excitedly shouts.

"fuck. off. it's too early"

noise comes from downstairs as the smell of bacon and pancakes drift into peters room. everything wakes up for me as those smells enter my nose.

"fine. i'll get up, but only for food" i smirk, and pull on yesterday's jeans. i turn back around to peter and he's holding out one of his t-shirts, smiling softly.

"i mean, you don't have to wear it but i thought it would look nice" he giggles. lord, he is too cute. i take the t-shirt from him and peck his lips softly, causing him to blush slightly, and his dimples become more prominent at his smile.

we both walk downstairs, and may looks at us. she gives peter a 'i know what you have done look' and he chuckles akwardly, trying to shake off the embarssment.

"peter you better not have hurt that girl" may warns, and i laugh.

"no, don't worry may. he's been nothing but sweet and respectful" i grin. she smiles proudly.

"that's what i like to hear! sit down lovelies, i'll get you some breakfast" she turns around and walks back into the kitchen.

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"thank you for breakfast, may! it was awesome" i grin, placing may knife and fork on the plate. "but i need to be off" my smile falters at the thought of going home, but it's not like i can avoid it after sneaking out...

well.. swinging out i guess you could say.

"that's alright dear, i'll see you soon" she smiles, and peter gets up to show me out. we get to the door, and his facial expression changes slightly.

"are you sure you're okay going back?" he whispers, cupping my cheek. my face warms up at the touch, but i nod anyway.

"i'll be fine, pete. i'll see you tomorrow" i kiss him quickly, walking out the door, to mine and his despair.

the walk home was about 10 minutes, meaning nothing noteable happened, except your fair share of new york crowds. after take the elevator, i walk into the door of our apartment, and all of my family is in the living room.

i step in cautiously, and sit down, while everyone else stays in silence.

until my mom breaks it.

"where have you been?" my mother asks, with a stern expression on her face. i mean, most parents would be angry, but it's different with these two. they show their anger in a different way...

"since when has it been a big deal where i've been?" i ask with a bitchy tone.

"since you've started hanging out with that boy" my dad says, right before my mom.

"what, i can't have male friends?" i snap, earning a slight smirk from my brother.

"no. girls are meant to have girly friends!" my mother shouts, causing me to roll my eyes.

"here we go with the sexism again! whoopie!" i exclaim, throwing my hands in the air sarcastically.

my mother walks over, and grabs me by the arm harshly, already making my touched skin sting. my nails dug crescent cuts into my palms, as my anger bubbles inside me. she drags me up, so we're both standing.

"jackson, your room" my dad gestures down the corridor to my brother. i hear his feet get further away.

"you two are unbelievable" i mutter, snatching my arm away from my mothers grasp.

"we're unbelievable? who is the slut who doesn't know how to respect the people who helped raise her?" my dad questions with a harsh tone.

"slut?! wow. you've stooped that low" i nod and chuckle. however, my nodding his stopped by a hard slap that makes its way across my face. everything im doing is stopped, and i feel ultimately vulnerable. my skin heats up, but not the way it did this morning. i can basically feel the red that has overtaken my cheek, and my eyes start to water.

"get to your room" my mother states angrily, and i rush down the hall and slam my door. my breathing quickens, as i try to stop a flow of tears. steadying my breath, i sit on my bed, but stopped from laying down from a knock at the door.

"what? do you not think you've done enough?" i mumble, but loud enough for anyone outside to hear.

"it's just me" my brother whispers as he opens my door. i grin, thankful it's not one of my dad or my mom.

"sit down then, bud" i say, patting the empty space beside me. he darts over next to me.

"soooo.." he drags out his words. "who's this boy?" he whispers excitedly, making me smile at his childish actions. for an 14 year old, he is a great listener, and way too mature for his age. well, i would think that, i am his sister. and i was 14 once. but i think his maturity is mainly down to my parents. we had to grow up far too quickly.

"he is so so sweet." i beam. "he loves me unconditionally, and he is very cool and pretty"

"sounds like your ideal person" he giggles "are you dating? 'cause if you're not i think i might punch you" he winks playfully. i hit his arm softly.

"we're not really dating, but we might as well be, i guess. we haven't gone a day without seeing each other in a while. he's saved my life"

he definitely has, but not the way normal couples do, but my brother can't know that.

"he seems so nice! so when can i meet him?"

"soon. i promise"

he kisses his pinkie finger, and puts it out expectedly, i do the same, and we lock fingers.

if only this moment could last forever.