The One You Trust (YB Peter x Reader)

Chapter 15

Peter waited until there was absolutely no food in the house to go grocery shopping again. It had only been a few weeks, but there was no ability to wait out the storm that was bound to hit if he went out. So he bided his time, making the bare minimum for himself, and as much as he could possibly give you while rationing the supplies. However, his time was now up. He had to leave again.

He opted for a car his sister had left behind instead of his van, as that was absolutely placed into the "keep a look out for the murderer so we can find the person he kidnapped" list. It had enough space to fill with groceries, but it wasn't his preferred vehicle. That van had so many uses...

In any case, he'd left you tied in the basement, and locked the door. Making sure all locks were in place, and unbroken as he did so. God forbid you managed to escape the basement. But hey, that was a couple weeks ago. You had been quiet for the time period, which... wasn't ideal, but it wasn't like you were cursing him out anymore. Nor were you begging to be released again. It's not the best, but it's better than the alternatives.

He drove to the store, parking in a lesser populated area of the parking lot, and exited the car. He was wearing a black hoodie and a baseball hat with the local team printed on it (thank you sister), hoping it wouldn't draw too much attention to him. Worst case scenario, his handy dandy knife was tucked away in his jeans, ready to fuck someone's day up. Given, it would probably his day being fucked, but he'd take someone down with him at the very least.

The store was decently empty. Even with the town being small, this was the only store for a good couple of minutes, so people came and went frequently. They had to. Have you seen gas prices? Regardless, no one paid him any mind, hardly even glancing at his direction. Well, except for the cashier, who wore a look of confusion and concern as she bagged the items of the people ahead of him.

She knew.

There's no way she didn't.

He was happy she was too busy to be able to call anyone. She made no motion to call anyone when it was his turn to be rung out, nor did she speak about the incident to him. She was trembling though. Obviously so. The poor lady. She looked to be about middle age, late fifties maybe, and clearly was not prepared for him to enter the store.

If she tried to attack, he'd be able to take her down in an instant. If she tried to run, he was faster. If she motioned to call? Well... he'd have to run most likely. He didn't want more bloodshed. He really fucking didn't. You were already terrified enough of him, he didn't need another addition to his body count increasing that fear. But fuck, if any one of the fuckers in this place tried to take you away from him?

They'd be dead.

Instantly.

He took his cart full of bags and exited the store as quickly as he could without drawing suspicion, and got to his car safely. He placed the bags wherever they fit, and hurried into the vehicle. He guessed he maybe had a five minute head start give or take, as she'd no doubt call the police as soon as she was able to. He'd have to go. Now.

And so he left, knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel, trying to drive carefully and quickly. He wasn't focused though. Honestly, he just wanted to make it back to you. Make sure you were safe. Which... wasn't the best idea in hindsight.

Blue and red flashing lights appeared in his rear view mirror, instantly sending him into a panic attack. He had a fake ID on him, thanks to some dark web friends, but the car was in his sisters name. Plus, if the cop recognized him, he'd be fucked.

He pulled to the side, stopping his car.

What the fuck was he supposed to do...?

He looked at his surroundings.