Peter/YB X Female Reader //Highschool Drama//

Chapter 57: Too Soon...

Y/N POV

// Time Skip //

Me and Ryder were already headed back to the diner. Luckily we were able to role everything embarrassing that happened off our shoulders. We were currently talking about Ryder's pet snake, Rat.
"That's so cool! So do you ever feed her live mice or just frozen?" I asked.
"I've tried live, but she doesn't really show interest. In fact she befriends them if anything." Ryder explained.
"Wow. I'd love to own a pet, but my landlord won't allow that and I don't have time in general for one, sadly." I said.
"Yikes. Have you had any in the past?" Ryder asked.
"Well, when I was like 5 we had a dog, but he ran away. Otherwise no." I said.
"Sad. Well, if you ever do look into getting any pets, I know where a great pet shop is. They have daily adoption days, where they bring in dogs, cats, and sometimes other small animals that were rescued. And they have pet's their daily too, such as snakes, lizards, fish, and more. I actually got Rat there." Ryder explained.
"Heh. Maybe if I ever move out, I'll consider that offer." I said.
We approached the diner doors. I mentally sighed, knowing that it'd probably be getting busy again soon. We walked in. TK exited the back with trays of food.
"Hey TK. I'm back. And before 2pm even! You best be proud of me!" I joked.
"Well good and I am...." TK stopped dead in their tracks.
Their eyes were on Ryder. I looked over at Ryder.
"TK meet Ryder. Ryder meet TK." I said.
Just then there was a loud bang along with some clattering noises. I froze and looked over at TK, who had dropped the trays they were holding.
"Oh my gosh, TK! Is everything ok?" I asked, running over to them.
"Oh ugh... Yeah yeah... The trays slipped I guess. Shoot, better clean this up." TK said.
I looked over at Ryder.
"I'll see you after work, Ryder? Right? I better help TK with this mess." I said.
"Oh yes! Of course. After work! Yeah! Cya Y/N." Ryder said, turning to exit the diner.
I began helping TK clean up. Just then they grabbed my arm.
"Are you fucking losing your mind?!" TK whisper yelled.
"Wh-what? What do you mean?" I asked.
"Do you not realize who the fuck that is?" TK asked.
I shook my head.
"In the back, now." TK said.
I nodded, picking up the trays and walking to the back. I set the trays in the sink. TK walked into the back, folding their arms.
"TK..." I muttered.
"Y/N... You seriously don't realize who that is? It's clear as day who that person is." TK asked.
I once again shook my head.
"That's Peter, Y/N. I don't know how, but it is. I will never forget a face like his." TK explained.
My stomach turned in realization. Maybe I was just in denial? The blue eyes, the sharp teeth, the references from high-school, the bold flirty moves, and the names. Darling. That name will always stick. Tears began to stream down my face. I didn't want to believe it.
"I'm sorry..." I muttered.
"Hey, Y/N. It's not your fault. Please calm down. It's gonna be ok. We'll figure it out, ok? I promise." TK said, walking over to me.
I hugged them, still sobbing. Was Peter mad at me? Did he plan on killing me? Or was he gonna kill TK and Steph and then kidnap and torture me to death? My mind was racing. TK rubbed soothing circles on my back, holding me tight.
"You're gonna be ok. I promise. I won't let that freak hurt you. No matter what. But we should probably get back to work, ok?" TK said.
I nodded, pulling away from our hug.
"I'm gonna run to the bathroom quick. Then I'll be back to help." I said.
"Ok." TK said.
I walked out of the kitchen and too the bathroom. I opened the door and walked in, locking it. I walked over to the sink and let out a shaky sigh. How the hell did he find me? How the hell did he get out of prison? Fuck, my life was already a struggle and now Peter has to come back and make things worse? I turned on the sink and cupped some water into my hands, splashing it on my face. Maybe this is just a bad dream? I hope. I walked back out and decided to just roll it off for now.

// Time Skip //

Me and TK finished closing. We stood in the kitchen, putting away the last few dishes and wiping down the counters. It was around 9pm.
"So, should we call the cops?" TK asked.
I shook my head.
"I'm gonna talk to him." I said.
"Y/N. No. That's too dangerous. The guy is a fucking lunatic. Who knows what he'll do if he found out you figured out his real identity." TK said.
"I know TK. Just... Let me do this." I said.
"No! Last time I tried to warn you, you did what you wanted and look what happened in the end! We are not doing a replay of high-school! Got it?" TK said.
"Maybe he changed?" I said.
"He didn't fucking change! He tracked you down and pretended to be someone else! Who knows how fucking long he's been out of prison and following you!" TK yelled.
"Enough! This is my choice, not yours." I shouted.
TK just stood there, upsetly. They sighed.
"Mk. But if anything happens, I'm calling the cops. Even if it's just a threat." TK said.
"Good. Now I'll see you tomorrow morning." I said.
"Cya Y/N. Good luck." TK said.
I walked out of the kitchen and too the diner exit. I saw Peter sitting on a bench.
"Hey Ryder." I said.
He looked over and smiled.
"Hey Y/N. How was the rest of the day for you?" He asked, standing up.
"Eventful, you could say." I said.
"In a good way or a bad one?" Peter asked.
"Depends on how you look at it, kinda." I muttered, turning to head back to my place.
Peter followed. I felt nervous, yet I just wanted the truth.
"Well, I guess you have a point." He said.
"So... How'd you do it?" I asked.
"D-do what?" Peter asked.
"Get out of prison, Peter." I said.
Peter stopped dead in his tracks. I stopped and turned to face him. He seemed surprised.
"Go on. Let's hear it." I said.
"Oh yeah ugh... A few years of being there, I became friends with the warden... I eventually manipulated my way out. It was easy, you could say." Peter said, seeming proud of his work.
A small smile crept onto his face.
"How'd you track me down? I blocked you on everything and changed all my social media accounts, switched numbers and even towns. I debated on changing my name too, but I felt like that's where I draw the line for now. Plus, I never expected to see you again." I explained.
"I... It's a long story. I'm sorry..." Peter said.
"Sorry ain't gonna solve this shit, Peter. You killed my mother. My best friend. And innocent students. For what? For what fucking reason?" I asked, folding my arms.
"Because they were getting in our way! You're mother was cruel and abusive! Opal and TK did nothing but say you were better off without me! And the other 2 were just straight up fucking assholes to you! I did this for us! For you Y/N! I wanted to protect you! I wanted to show you what real love was! No, none of this is just a sick fantasy! I truly meant every fucking word I said, Y/N! You are my everything!" Peter yelled, walking up to me.
I stepped back, fear filled. He noticed and stopped once again. He looked like he wanted to cry.
"Then what was with the locking me in your closet? What were you gonna do there? Keep me locked away forever?" I asked.
"If that was gonna be the only other solution, then yes." He said.
"You're fucking crazy!" I shouted.
"And only for you! I'll do ANYTHING for you Y/N! Any-fucking-thing! Name it!" He yelled.
"Then just go away." I said, turning to walk away.
A hand gripped my arm. I stopped and pulled away. I looked over my shoulder. Peter was now crying.
"Please give me another chance? I'm so sorry. I'm sorry! I'll do whatever it takes to make it up to you!" He begged, using the palms of his hands to wipe his tears.
I felt bad. I shouldn't feel bad! He was crazy! But... I still wanted to hug him... To comfort him... It was like my body had a mind of it's own. I had turned around and wrapped my arms around him, burying my face into his chest. The smell of cigarettes and cologne filled my nose. Memories of the past filled my mind once again. Good ones though. The ones I missed. I began to cry too.
"I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry. Please forgive me, darling? Please?" He whispered, hugging me back.
No. This was wrong! All of this was wrong! He murdered people! He stalked me! He had a fucking shrine for me! But... I still missed him.
"Fuck you Peter." I said.
We both were silent. Soon it began to rain. Thunder could be heard and lightning could be seen. I pulled away from Peter. We both kinda just stared at each other for a moment. We can't just stand in the rain like this forever. I grabbed his hand and began to make my way back to the apartment.
"Where are we going?" Peter asked.
"My place. We'll talk more when we get there. I just don't wanna stand in this storm." I said.
"O-ok." Peter stuttered.

(Hello Everyone! So this little part was edited in, just incase ya didn't know. Anyways, NoodleBoxwashere made an awesome comic based on the last few paragraphs of this chapter and I suggest you go check it out and consider following them too! It's really amazing and I really appreciate their work! uwu thanks if ya do check them out!)

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