Y/N POV
I don't know how long it has been. My head hurts from crying. I had sat down in the small closet, back leaning against the door. My stomach hurt but I didn't know if it was because I was horrified and shocked or because this stupid closet smelled of cum and old candles. I heard a door shut. Front door? Yeah. I then heard footsteps walking around. Was it Peter? Sarah? His mom by chance? Who knows. Just then the closet door opened and I yelped, falling backwards.
"Sorry it took so long, darling." Peter said.
I glanced back at him but looked away immediately. Rage boiled under my skin. I then remembered the knives. I went to grab the drawer handle but I was quickly dragged out of the closet by my leg.
"Let me go you fucking freak!" I shouted, trying to kick Peter with my free leg.
"Now, Y/N. We don't need to act so immature, do we now? I suggest you calm down or we're gonna have more problems. Ok, love?" Peter asked, gripping the back of my neck.
I hissed in frustration and tried to elbow him in the stomach, only for him to grab my arm and hold it behind my back. His grip on it hurt. He then twisted it, causing a choked scream to come from my throat. More and more tears pooled down my face as I sobbed in pain and fear.
"Peter... P-please.... St-stop this." I whimpered, going limp in his grip.
He just chuckled and kissed the top of my head. I wanted to gag at his attempt to be 'nice' in a situation like this.
"You're so cute when you're helpless and weak, darling~" He purred.
I growled and tensed up, using my full force to knock him back. We both landed on the ground and I used my free arm to elbow him in the side. It worked, causing his grip to loosen. I stood up and turned to the door, bolting out of his room and down the hall. I didn't get far before I was tackled to the ground. My head hit the ground and I felt a rush of pain shoot through my nerves.
"F-fuck..." I groaned.
There was a ringing in my ears and I felt something warm drip down my face. Blood was all that went to my mind. As Peter was about to pick me up there was a loud bang and Peter stopped in place. I was starting to slip into an unconsciousness. I heard faint yelling and Peter was pulled off of me. Just then someone ran up to me, picking me up into their arms. Before I could look to see who it was I blacked out.// Time Skip //
"Y/N? Y/N wake up!" An echoed voice yelled.
My eyes fluttered open. I was outside now. The noise of sirens made my head hurt more. I looked up and saw my father and TK.
"D-dad...? TK?" I stuttered, shocked and happy as can be.
"You're ok Y/N. Everything is ok now. We're here for you. You're safe." My dad said, hugging me.
I felt like crying again. This time tears of joy. I hugged him back. I then pulled away and looked over at TK.
"TK where is Opal? Is she ok?" I asked.
TK immediately looked down, shaking their head.
"No..." I muttered.
TK then hugged me.
"I'm so sorry Y/N. I wish I could have done something to prevent this." TK muttered.
"It's not your fault...." I said.
"I should have stayed by her side..." TK said.
"But then something bad would have happened to you too." I said.
"I-I guess you're right." TK mumbled, pulling away from the hug.
I looked around again. We we're outside of Peter's house. There was about 2 cop cars and an ambulance.
"Did he hurt you?" TK asked.
"A little." I said.
"Well he's gone now." My dad said.
"Can we go home?" I asked, looking over at my father.
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