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

Chapter 61: A Long Ride

Y/N POV

What happened? I could hear what I would guess is the rumble of a vehicles engine. I groaned in annoyance remembering everything that happened between me and Peter. Wait? Was it a nightmare? My eyes shot open and I was greeted with a never ending road in the middle of the woods.
  "Fuck." I whispered.
  "Glad to see you're awake, darling. I apologize for scaring you back in the alleyway. I got a little carried away." I heard Peter say, joyfully.
I growled and looked out the window, refusing to make eye contact with that bastard.
  "I know you're upset, but I promise once we get home, you'll be happier." Peter said.
  "Happier my ass." I said, going to flick him off before realizing my hands had been duck taped to the arm rests of the chairs.
  "Sorry... I would have used rope, but I didn't have any. So I had to use duck tape." Peter said.
I glared at him. He glanced over at me and gave a nervous smile.
  "PULL THIS FUCKING VEHICLE OVER OR ELSE!!" I yelled, struggling to free myself.
  "Or else what?" Peter asked, seemingly confused.
  "Or! Oh... Or... I... Ugh... I'll scream until you do." I said.
  "Please don't. I don't want you to get a sore throat, darling." He said.
  "Then I'll... You know what fuck it. How long was I out?" I asked, giving up.
  "An hour and a half. Maybe 2." Peter said.
  "And where are we going?" I asked.
  "Home." He said.
  "Where is home though?" I mumbled, frowning.
  "My house." He said, grinning.
  "You know what, fuck you. I'm asking what town! Address!" I said.
  "Can't tell you that." Peter said.
I huffed in frustration. Why aren't I more panicked in this situation? Why the hell do I like... Care but not care at the same time? I'm so confused.
  "Can you please pull over though?" I asked.
  "How come, sweetheart?" He asked.
Fuck I hate those pet names.
  "Bathroom." I said.
  "Mm... No. We're in the middle of nowhere. Plus I can't have you escaping on me. That'd be bad. There are wolves, mountain lions, and grizzly bears in this area." Peter explained.
  "Wait wait wait.... How fucking far do you live from me?" I asked, confused.
  "About 3 or 4 hours away." Peter muttered.
  "So everyday you drive 3 or 4 hours to see me?" I asked.
  "Nah. I'll come for about 4 or 5 days at a time and head home for a little bit." He explained.
I was shocked.
  "So you plan on torturing me? How about rape? Do you plan on like sacrificing me?" I asked.
  "What the fuck no!!! Last thing I wanna do is hurt you! And rape!? Never! I am all for consent! And sacrifice!? Who put that idea in your head!? Was it because of my phase in high-school?" Peter said, shocked and slightly offended.
I couldn't help but laugh.
  "Oh sure but you can keep a whole shrine of me in your closet along with sex toys, fucking rope, and knives. Sure Peter. You are crazy!" I said, frowning at him.
  "Please don't remind me..." He mumbled.
We were silent for a moment.
  "Are you mad still?" He asked.
  "Well no shit. I've been kidnapped. Again. By my crazy ex." I said, sighing.
  "I mean no harm darling. I promise. I just wanna protect you. And keep you safe. Now that you're with me you won't have to pay rent or work 3 shifts because your whore of a roommate wants to fuck and do drugs versus help you. I want to love you and cherish you. Like I said, you're my everything, Y/N. And I'd do anything." He said, smiling a little.
  "Lucy has her reasons. She's been trying to get a job. It's not her fault they never call her back after an interview. And I don't mind working 3 shifts. TK works with me a majority of the time, so I'm happy with that." I explained.
  "Lucy has been lying to you. She never got applications or never had interviews. And TK. Just fuck them. They're always manipulating you and shit." Peter growled.
  "Oh yeah? And how do you know?" I asked.
  "I have been stalking you Y/N! Didn't we make that clear the night before!?" Peter shouted.
I jumped slightly at his raised voice. He sighed and took a deep breath.
  "Sorry. I just... You know you should probably get some more rest. We have a few hours to go still." Peter said.
  "I'm fine." I muttered.
  "It's not a choice." Peter said.
Just then he grabbed that rag from his pocket and placed it over my nose and mouth again. I tried to move my head away but failed. Soon I once again blacked out.

Peter's POV

Gosh I need to really control my tone. But I feel like I mentioned that to her? Oh well. Plus, she needs to be out the rest of the way anyway.
  "I'm sorry, darling." I mumbled, shoving the rag back in my pocket.

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