CH.18 The Truth

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Peter POV
When I got home, I was in deep trouble with Aunt May. She was really pissed about what I did to Harry. But he deserved it.
May:"Peter what the hell is wrong with you?! I've never seen you like this before! Going around and beatin' up your best friend-"
Peter:"He's not my best friend. Not anymore."
She sighed and sat down next to me.
May:"I know what he did to Mary Jane was extremely wrong, but Pete you can't just beat him up."
Peter:"What am I supposed to do? Sit there and let him do that to her? This isn't the first time he did this to a girl before."
She got quiet and looked at me. I was still to angry to just have a conversation about Harry.
May:"Then why'd you let him and MJ be in a relationship then?"
Peter:"He said he "changed." But I guess I was wrong."
We sat there silent. Nothing else to say. I need to go see Mary Jane. I needed to know if she was okay.
Peter:"I'll be right back."
I walked out of the house and went to Anna's house.

Mary Jane POV
I couldn't leave my room. Anna wouldn't let me because she thinks I'm gonna go to Harry' house. Which I'm not. Danielle was in the room with me and didn't want to leave. I heard a knock on my door and I sat up quickly. Please don't let it be him. Danielle sat up too, with cautious, wide eyes.
MJ:"Come in." I said with a hard gulp.
Danielle looked at me and mouthed 'what the fuck are you doing.'
The door open and I was so relieved when I saw someone else. Peter. I got up and ran to him and hugged him. It was hard for me to hug him because he's extremely taller than me. We stopped hugging and Danielle got up and left the room. We sat down and he exhaled deeply.
Peter:"I have a lot of unanswered questions from you."
MJ:"What do you mean?"
Peter:"You know what I mean. What I saw in the bathroom. And don't think I never payed attention to your bruises and black eye's I've been seeing ever since you two started dating."
Does Peter know every-fucking-thing? I look at him and know I should trust him. I've told him about what's been happening to me before I moved here and after he moved here. His eyes are begging me to tell him. I get angry, suddenly and just spill it all out.
MJ:"Fine! You wanna know?! Fine I'll tell you! He's been beating the shit out of me when I started dating him and he doesn't give two shits about me and neither do you and he said if I ever try to leave him for you, my ass is dead okay?! Oh, and why would you care anyway?! Huh?! You have Gwen now! So just leave me alone!"
I felt tears forming in my eyes. I was so tired of everything and everyone. I'm tired of hoping everyday that Peter would love me again. I'm tired of hoping Joseph would apologize to me. I'm tired of hoping to feel like I'm going to be okay, and I'm not. Peter looks at me and doesn't move at all. He gets up and is still staring at me.
MJ:"Peter, I said get ou-"
He cuts me off by kissing me. His lips move up against mine and I run my hands through his hair. My back is up against the wall and I'm still in shock of what is happening. His hands are on my sides and I really couldn't keep up with his kissing. I parted my lips and he slips in his tongue once or twice. He nips at my bottom lip and start kissing me again. Mary Jane, what the fuck are you doing?! Kissing him was like a drug at this point. I couldn't stop. My back is now on my bed with Peter on top me and my legs around his torso. His lips went to my neck and started kissing it slowly and god it felt so good. I tried to convince him to stop, but he wouldn't.
MJ:"Peter, we got to stop." I whisper with my eyes still closed, really not wanting him to.
Peter ignoring me, starts kissing my stomach and swirling it with his tongue. Dear god this boy is driving me insane! I moan out and grab onto my pillow above my head.
MJ:"Peter please." I whisper and moan at the same time.
His lips went back to mine and the doorbell rang. He stops kissing me and looks at me. I look up at him, thinking it's Harry. It wasn't. I heard a girl voice. And I immediately get up and so does Peter. I go downstairs and see. Gwen

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