Y/N POV
I was headed to my last class when I heard my phone go off. I stopped and dug it out of my pocket. It was dad.
"Hello?" I said.
"Y/N... I need you to come home." My dad said.
He sounded sad. I began to panic.
"Why? What happened? Are you ok?" I asked.
"Well... I would preferably like to tell you when you get home... I called your principal and let them know you're leaving the school." He muttered.
"Ok. I'll be home soon dad. Love you." I said.
"Ok kid. Love you too." He said before hanging up.
I felt my stomach turn. I had an idea of what it might be. I don't wanna believe it though. I ran back to my locker, grabbing my backpack and other supplies. I then ran towards the school exit. I saw the principal standing by it.
"I'm assuming your father called you." They said.
I nodded.
"Ok. I'll let your teacher of your last class know you'll be gone." The principal said.
"Thank you." I said, exiting the school.
I ran home. As soon as I made it to my door, I was exhausted. Panting from being out of breath. I opened the door and walked into the house. My father and sister sat at the kitchen table. I noticed my father had been crying and so had Steph. They looked up as I sat down.
"Dad..." I mumbled.
"Your mother was found dead a few blocks away from her work... A murder... Her limbs had been brutally torn off and her throat had been slit..." My dad explained.
"Wh-why? Who would wanna kill her? Did she get into a fight?" I asked, stuttering.
"The cops think she was mugged, since her wallet and jewelry were missing." Steph said.
I felt sick. Tears began to form in my eyes. I know she wasn't the best but it still hurt me. She was my mother, after all.
"I... I'm sorry..." Was all I could get out.
"It's not your fault, Y/N." My dad said, placing a hand on my back.
I burst into tears, turning to hug my father. He hugged me back, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I couldn't believe it. I knew something was wrong when she didn't come home! After a few minutes, I walked into my room. I planned on taking the rest of the school week off and I texted my boss to let her know I wasn't coming in this week. My father had also taken a few days of work off. I sat in my room, looking down at the floor in boredom. That was until my phone went off. I pulled it out and saw it was Peter. I didn't feel like talking so I hung up on him. Not too long after hanging up on him he texted me, asking why I hung up and if everything was alright. I just said I needed some time alone. There was a light knocking on my door.
"Yeah?" I muttered.
"Hey... I know this isn't really the best time... But I got the job." Steph said, walking into the room.
She sat down next to me. I looked up at her and forced a small smile.
"Nice. When do you start?" I asked.
"This Saturday." She said.
I just nodded.
"I can't believe this happened." Steph whispered.
"Me neither." I said.
"But maybe it's for the best... I mean... Mom did nothing but complain about how miserable her life was... And she would have probably overdosed sooner or later with how many drugs she was doing." Steph explained.
She kinda had a point. Mom was getting a little carried away with drugs and all her medications.
"But still... She was killed in a ruthless way... And she is our mom." I said.
"Yeah, you're right." Steph said.
My phone went off again. I looked at it and saw another message from Peter. He asked if I wanted to talk about it. I just said no.
"But I'm gonna go to my room. Night sis." Steph said, standing up.
"Night Steph." I said.
She exited the room. I stood up and decided to take a shower to calm my nerves. After I got out, I laid down on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I was shocked. This all felt like a bad dream to be honest.(Hey guys! I know I haven't updated this book in what feels like forever, but I finally got to it again! Lol anyways please consider following me? It really means a lot! Thanks!)
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Peter/YB X Female Reader //Highschool Drama//
FanfictionCOVER ART IS NOT MINE!!! Warning!!: This story includes smut, foul language, suicide mention, abuse, murder, drug use, self-harm, kidnapping, and etc. 18+ Ahh, the life of a teenager. It's either you hate it or love it. And for Y/N, she hated it. He...