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

Chapter 62: Welcome Home

Y/N POV

My eyes fluttered open. I was staring at a ceiling fan in a slightly dark room. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. After, I looked around. The wall was a light gray and the ceiling was white. There were 2 nightstands on either side of the bed. There was a dresser on the otherside of the room in front of me and then a vanity on my right, next to the window, which had black and white curtains.
  "Where... Peter?" I mumbled.
I got up and ran over to the door on my left. Now for the moment of truth. Was I locked in? I grabbed the handle and twisted it. The door creaked open. Hell yeah! But... Where the fuck was Peter? I looked down the hall. There was a door on either end of the hall. And there was stairs on the left. Along with 2 other doors on the right. Just then I heard a loud clattering noise and Peter saying something along the lines of 'Oh shit'. He seemed to be downstairs.
  "Time to make an escape." I whispered.
I was going to slowly exit the room but ended up tripping over myself and face planting onto the floor. I groaned in pain.
  "Darling? Is everything alright?" I heard Peter call.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Shit! I stumbled to get up and ran back into the room, diving into the bed and yanking the covers over me. Oh no I forgot the door open!
  "You know you're aloud to explore. I'm just making dinner right now. It should be done soon, if you'd like to head downstairs." Peter said.
I sat up and pulled the covers off of me. Peter was standing in the doorway, wearing in apron. I narrowed my eyes at him.
  "Did you fall out of bed?" He asked.
  "Pfft no. I just may have face planted while exiting the room." I said, standing up.
  "Well are you ok?" Peter asked, a look of concern crossing his face.
He walked over to me.
  "Yeah yeah I'm fine." I said, rolling my eyes.
Peter could tell I wasn't exactly in the best mood and turned back to the door. I decided to just follow. We walked down the stairs and turned into the kitchen. Peter walked over to the oven and I noticed the front door. I kinda froze where I was standing. Can I make a dash for it? What if it's locked and he gets pissed I tried to leave? What would he do? Is he crazy enough to kill me for trying? Or hurt me?
  "The front door is unlocked. You're free to go outside if you really want to, though it is getting late. But if you try and escape, I won't exactly be happy..." He mumbled, now facing me.
I glanced over at him shocked. Was it worth the risk? Was he really still gonna allow me to have access to the outside? I then ran towards the door and grabbed the handle. But before I could open it, I stopped. It was a trick. He wants me to try to leave. What was really gonna happen if I open that door and step outside? I let go of the handle and backed away.
  "What's wrong?" Peter asked.
  "It's some kind of trap. You want me to go outside. Something bad will happen if I open the door, won't it?" I said, glaring at him.
He shook his head and walked over to the door. He opened it, revealing a small porch and never ending woods. I walked over and looked out. It was around sunset though, so it was a bit dark out.
  "Why would you put all this effort to get me here to allow me the literal access to escape?" I asked.
Peter shut the door with a small shrug.
  "I just don't wanna make you feel locked away. And... I will find you again." He muttered.
  "Mk." I whispered, walking over to the table, sitting down.
  "I just kinda wanna make it feel like home for you. And me locking the doors, windows, or just keeping you inside forever wouldn't be right anyways." He said, once again walking back to the oven.
  "What happens if I do leave and you come back for me though?" I asked.
  "You might lose privileges of a few things. And if you keep trying, I may be forced to punish you." He explained.
  "Punish how so?" I asked.
  "Do you really wanna know?" He asked in a dark tone.
  "N-no..." I stuttered.
  "Good. Cause I don't want to ever get to that point. It would hurt me just as much as it'd hurt you." Peter said.
I gulped at the thought of what he was referring to. Just then the smell of chicken and pasta filled my nose. Why didn't I notice that before? Maybe I was too focused on escaping.
  "I made Chicken Alfredo tonight. I didn't really know what you'd like at the moment, but I know back in high-school this was one of your favorites." Peter explained, walking over to the table and setting down 2 plates.
I went wide eyed at the plate set before me. It looked amazingly good.
  "Oh wow. This looks amazing. Thanks. But I'm still upset with you for kidnapping me. So don't think you got away with it." I said, grabbing a fork.
  "Got it. And I'm not the best cook, but I tried. But soon enough I'll be good. I've been reading tons of cook books and watching tutorials on cooking, so hopefully that'll help." Peter explained.
I nodded and took a bite. It tasted great! I was shocked. I haven't had food like this in awhile. Normally I'd eat fast food or ramen. Or forget to eat most days.
  "Well this tastes great." I said before taking another bite.
  "Thanks. I'm glad." He said, smiling.

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