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

Chapter 66: The Search

Y/N POV

It had been about 5 days since Peter had kidnapped me. We were on good terms, though I still was slightly annoyed by him with some things. He was clingy. TOO clingy. For as much 'freedom' he said I had, he still made me feel like I was in some kinda of fucking prison. I had to let him know basically every little thing. Example. I get up from the couch and he's immediately asking questions and by my side. I've tried to tell him he doesn't need to worry or be so nosy and he apologizes for it, but then doesn't change.
  "Y/N, darling, I'm headed out to the store. I'll be back shortly." Peter called from downstairs.
Town? Other people? Fuck I wanna go. I stood up and raced down the stairs and to the front door.
  "Can I come? Please?" I asked.
He smiled nervously and let out a nervous laugh.
  "Sweety... I feel like you should stay here and... Well relax. These past 5 days must be kinda stressful. Since you're in a new environment. But I'll be back soon! I promise! I'll even bring back your favorite food, love. Ok?" Peter explained, walking over to me and cupping my face in his hands.
I frowned and pulled away, folding my arms.
  "Peter...." I whined.
  "Y/N it's only been 5 days. How do I know you won't run away from me?" He asked, sighing slightly.
  "If I was gonna run away I would have done it by now. Plus, I'm going fucking stir crazy already. I never thought I'd say this, but I need to see crowds and be in a public place. So please Peter? I'll stay by your side the whole time! I swear!" I begged.
  "Nope. Sorry darling. Now, when we get back I was thinking we could cook dinner together tonight? What do ya think? And I could buy some desert and we could watch movies too. Or play video games?" Peter asked, smiling.
I let out an irritated huff and nodded.
  "Fine. I'll cya later." I sighed.
Peter pulled me into a warm embrace and kissed me on the head.
  "I love you so much, Y/N! I'll be quick, honey." He said, pulling away and opening the door.
I could only frown in disappointment. I forced and small smile until he closed the door. Then I heard a click. Oh great. He locked me in. I let out and obnoxious sigh and walked back to my room. I flopped onto my bed. I hate this! How long do I gotta be stuck in this house in the middle of fucking no where till he finally allows me to go out in public again? My head shot up.
  "What if he never let's me leave this property?" I whispered to myself.
Panic flooded me. Now I couldn't take it. I need to find my phone now. I ran out of my room and ran into Peter's room. I ran over to his nightstand and plopped onto my knees.
  "Come on come on! It's gotta be somewhere in here." I said.
I opened the drawer and found a pair of glasses, a book, and a photo of me. I sighed in frustration, closing the drawer. I then ran over to his dresser. I opened the top drawer. Nothing but socks and boxers. Opened the 2nd. Shirts. 3rd. Pants. 4th. Empty.
  "Seriosly Peter! Where the fuck would you hide it?" I said to myself.
I ran over to his closet but stopped. Oh hell no. I'm not doing this shit again. Imma open it and find a weird ass shrine and Peter's gonna show up behind me and lock me in it again. I backed away. But what if my phone is in there? I hesitated. Do I really wanna re-experience past trauma? I grabbed the handle to the closet.
  "Just open the closet. Thats all. Breath Y/N breath." I mumbled.
I then closed my eyes and flung the door open.
  "3... 2... 1... Open!" I said, opening my eyes.
Normal closet. Huh. Just hoodies and shelves with random figurines and books. I looked over everything and made sure my phone wasn't in there. And nope. No phone. Yay... I closed the door and walked out of Peter's room. I decided to head downstairs and get a drink. I grabbed a glass of water and walked into the living room. I noticed Rat was out of her hide and walked over to see her.
  "Heya Rat. How's it going ya little noodle?" I said.
She just continued to slither about. I sighed.
  "Rat, do you know where Peter hides things?" I asked.
Her little tongue flicked in and out. That's when it hit me. The basement. I walked over to the basement door. Fuck this is how I die? Ain't it? I grabbed the handle and turned it. Locked. Of course.
  "You know what. I give up." I said, walking over to the couch and flopping onto it.
Time to think of a new plan. I laid there in silence for a few minutes. That's when it hit me. His van! I could sneak out at night and leave with his van! Genius! But he hides the keys. Well shit. Maybe I can watch where he puts them?
  "Ugh why is this kind of shit so difficult!? And why me for fuck sake!? I just wanna live a normal life... Not be held by some classmate who has a weird ass obsession over me..." I complained.
I laid there for a few moments before deciding to go rummage around the kitchen for some food. I picked out (favorite food) and then just some water. I walked back upstairs and sat in my room, eating. After that I decided to snoop around Peter's room out if pure boredom. Man, I was expecting him to force me to sleep in the same room. I walked into his room and looked around. It was kinda similar to mine. Except the walls were a dark blue and he had posters of old horror movies on his wall. 
  "Maybe I could 'borrow' one of his hoodies." I mumbled.
Wouldn't be the first time I stole someone's hoodie. I remember stealing a few of TK's back in high-school and 1 of Peter's when we were dating. I mean I did return them but it was kinda forced. I chuckled and walked over to Peter's closet, opening the door once again. I scanned through them. Man he has a lot. I decided to pick the black one with a white shattered heart on the front. That's when I remembered the sweater he wears nearly everyday. It had a half black and half white heart on it.
  "Must have a thing for heart designs. Kinda cute." I muttered to myself.
Then I continued to snoop around.

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