Tangled Webs Of Love & Secrets (Peter Parker X Male Reader)

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒪𝓃𝑒 ~ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 (𝒰𝓅𝒹𝒶𝓉𝑒𝒹)

I lived in Pennsylvania as long as I could remember. My parents grew up there when they were children.. The area I grew up in was exceedingly small. You had everything you needed, and it was all just walking distance from your house. Everyone in the town knew each other's business..

I don't remember much about my early childhood, like apparently, we lived in an apartment when I was first born. But I don't have any memories of living there at all. All the information that I have about it had come from my father. We lived in the apartment until my mother passed away and my father decided that he needed some help with raising me because it was hard for him to be a single parent, so he moved back in with my grandparents. I don't even remember getting the news about my mother passing away, and you would think a child would remember that... right?

I don't remember much about my mother; all I knew was that she passed away when I was young. It was like the apartment situation. Everything that I knew about it was through my father or my grandparents. But there was one problem with the stories that I was being told, and that was that my age would change between the two versions. My dad said it happened when I was four, but my grandparents said six.. They asked me to leave it alone because it was sensitive.. But even at them ages; I feel like I would still remember small things about my mother, like what she looked like or even sounded like ... but nothing at all 

When my grandparents told me not to bring it up with them or my father again, I decided that there was only one other place that I could get the information from and that was my other grandparent. But there was just one problem with that plan and that was that I also knew nothing about them at all. I didn't know their names or even where they lived, and now that I think about it, I can't even remember the last time that I saw them. And when I started to ask around the town, my father found out and he got mad at me for going behind his back. He told me that they cut ties with the family after my mother passed away and then moved out of the city because it all reminded them of her. 

To stop me from looking any further into my mother and her passing, he decided that it was time that I knew what happened. My mother passed away in a car accident when she was on her way to work on an icy morning. They said that her body was damaged badly, so they didn't take me to the hospital, which makes sense to why I don't remember seeing her because they had a closed casket. He also told me to stop asking around because everyone in the town was really upset when it happened because everyone loved her, and it would be rude of me to bring it up and upset someone, so I never did. 

When I asked my grandparents why I did not remember any of this, they told me it was because my brain must have wiped it from my mind because of the trauma. Even with the trauma, I feel like I would remember small bits of it. But I remember nothing of it. It was like I swiped all my early childhood from my brain like the men did to the people in men in black when they saw something. I even asked them if we had anything of my mother's so that I could have something of hers. But they told me that we do not have any pictures of her because when she died, my dad was so angry at her for leaving him alone with me. He burned her photos and her stuff, so they did not have anything of hers because of it.

The part that I remember of my childhood was when I lived in my grandparents' house, as they helped my father raise me. And when I say help, I mean they did all the work while my father went out drinking all the time, well that was what I was told when I asked where he was. He took advantage of them and used them as free babysitters. He would always go out early in the morning and would not come back until late at night. I could hear him getting into fights with my grandparents about him disappearing all the time. After a couple of years of this, my grandparents started to get annoyed with my father because he was not doing anything with his life. They were sick of them being taken advantage of, so they decided that they were going to do something about it.

From what I remember, after a couple of years living with my grandparents, I was in the back of the car while my grandfather drove me home from school while my father was off somewhere for the past few days. He was on the phone with my grandmother and argued about my father. I was in the back of the car; I was pretending to be asleep because I knew if they saw I was awake, they would stop.

"Mary, I don't think it's a clever idea anymore for him to live with us," he said to her on speaker in the car. I remember feeling really upset with him after saying this. They were going to kick us out because of my father. "Well, we can't leave him alone with Y/N, we can't do that to the child, you know he is busy trying to fix his past and won't have time to properly look after him" I could hear that she was crying. My grandmother and I always had a strong relationship because she was the closest thing to a mother figure that I had. She helped me with a lot of things like tying my shoes and riding a bike.

"I know that, but he should have taken the responsibility. If he were going to be busy with his new job, if I wanted to look after a kid, we would have had another one. It is unfair to Y/N that he does not have his father in his life while he disappears for days on end and that we must keep lying to him. " I could not see his face, but I knew he was upset. My grandfather and I did not have the strongest relationship after I came out. He did not really agree with it and ever since then has been distant with me. But my grandmother accepted me straight away and told me that he needed time. When we got back to the house, I was told to go up to my room for a while so that they could talk. I knew what that meant. They were planning to kick us out. I remember going up to my room and feeling very alone and scared because my grandparents did not want me anymore. I did not want to believe they were giving up on me; I was an obedient child and did not do anything bad.

I did not have many friends because I was not allowed to leave the house. I could go to school, but I had to keep to myself and tell nobody anything. But that changed when I came out because everyone in the village found out. I was the only openly gay person in the village, so all eyes were on me. And I started to get picked on because of it. I liked a guy and decided that I would act on it, and when I did, he told his friends, and they told their parents and then everyone in the town knew.

After that, they told me I was not allowed to leave the house anymore, unless it was for school and even then, I had to come straight home after. They said it was because their place was dangerous for a boy like me. That I would be kidnapped if I went outside. But I knew it was because the town was not a huge fan of mine, so they were afraid that if I went out alone, that something could happen to me. The town was religious, so being gay was seen as a sin, so when I was out, it was all over the town newspaper. It said that the devil was living in their very town. After a while, I started to get home schooled by my grandmother because it was getting too much for my family. They were the only ones that really accepted me.

I remember one day when my father got home, there was a lot of screaming and shouting. It went on for a long time. It was mostly my grandfather and my father. I could tell that grandfather was angry because he was shouting, and he never really shouted. It went quiet for a while and then I heard the front door being slammed. I ran over to my window and saw my father storming off in an angry rage. I slumped downstairs to see my grandparents in the kitchen. They explained to me that my father was going to be gone for a while. He did not come back till the next week, and he was happy and smiley.

He told them that he got a promotion at work and that we would be moving soon, but he did not know where. I remember that my grandmother wasn't happy about it, but he just told her it differs from last time that me and him would be safe there. I just assumed he was talking about this town, so I did not really question it. It was not for another couple of months on my 15th birthday and it told me that we were moving to New York. So, I ran upstairs and began to pack for my fresh start.