Late Night Heartbreak || P.P. || COMPLETED

Part 24

TW: breakdown? i don't even know at this point.

my eyes open slowly, and i am hit with an unexpected amount of cold. i sit up a little, and look around for peter, with my eyes half open. slight pains travel up my body, before i see a bruise on my thigh. i smile softly, recalling the events of last night, until discomfort overcomes my emotions again. i pull mysf up, looking to my bedside table.

i see a price of paper with writing scrawled on it messily.

y/n,

may was asking me to come home, hope you had a good sleep.

love you, see you later :)

- peter :)

i smile to myself softly, my eyes flicking over the note, before drifting off into a short sleep.

(~•~)

"y/n?!" my mom calls my name up the stairs, waking me up abruptly, "we are going to dinner tonight, do you want to invite your boyfriend?" she shouts. i register what she said for a second, before promptly replying.

"yeah! i'll text him now!" i smile.

PETER POV:

my phone buzzes on my bedside table, making me let out an annoyed groan. i grab my phone hastily, switching it on. light streams through the curtains on my window, waking me up more.

y/n <3:
hey! my mom asked if you wanna come to dinner, lmk if you can :)

i go to message y/n, until I'm interrupted by a knock on my door.

"peter, honey, can i come in?" mays sweet voice asks. i sit up abruptly, only then remembering that i had my suit on. swinging around the city with your girlfriend has its upsides and it's downsides, a downside being that you forget to take your fucking suit off.

"uhh, no?!" i shout like it's a question.

"the final starts at nine honey! and you said you'd take my car to the shop because it keeps dying, remember?" she shouts, knocking again. i start to pull of the top of my suit, pulling myself up onto my wall. the collision makes a thud, as i carry on attempting to take off the suit.

"imma' get the door in just one second may hold on" my voice is muffled through the material of my suit, and i hear her ear press against the door. i fall back onto my bed, making another loud noise.

"please just let me in, alright?" may asks, continuing to knock at the door. i hop onto the ceiling, and start tugging off my suit once again, starting from the bottom upwards, however i'm stopped when the foot of my suit hits the button to open my door.

panicking, i throw myself into the bed, making the bed squeak and wobble.

"no! you can't come in" i yell, "i'm so so naked right now!"

"your finals at nine, and you're gonna take my car to the shop." may says.

i shoot a web at the boot of my suit, dragging it towards me and under the bed sheets, that i have pulled over myself.

may turns the handle of my door, opening it. she stares at my face, covered in soot, probably collected when i was trying to get home from y/ns and crashed into an alleyway.

"peter! for goodness sakes! are you alright?" she asks, shock covering her expression. "yeah, i'm okay" i assure, "i'm just.. very naked right now" i say through my embarrassment.

"what happened to your face? it's filthy!" she asks, staying the obvious. "it is?" i question, my eyebrow raised. i touch my face as if inspecting the soot on my face.

"yes!" may tilts her head to the side and shakes it a little. "oh! oh yeah. i was cleaning the.. chimney" I say, dragging out the last word after thinking for a second.

"we don't have a chimney" may says, sceptical.

"whaaaaattt?" i draw out. may rolls her eyes and replies with, "you're late" for the millionth time. or maybe i was exaggerating.

"can you leave? i'm really naked" i grimace at my choice of words. "all right, i'm leaving" she says, walking out the room and shutting the door.

"morning! i love you!" i yell, hearing a faint "i love you too." through the door.

tearing away from my spiderman suit, i stare into my closet. i find suitable clothing to wear, and end up pulling on simple black jeans and a brown sweater.

i mess up my hair, before leaving my room and entering the bathroom. grabbing my toothbrush, i start brushing my teeth and humming lowly. humming the tune of heat waves. our first kiss. my face lights up, before remembering what has happened since that day.

fights, breakups, deaths.

all my fault. i've made her life a living hell. no matter how much she assures me, both of us know i've ruined her life. permanently. how can i go to her family dinner knowing that it's my fault her brother and her parents own son is dead? i can't. i just can't. i take the toothbrush out of my mouth, that i only just realise i was gripping with an insane amount of force, then wash my face.

looking up, my reflection stares back at me. i bite my lip, disgusted with myself, everything building up. first my parents, then uncle ben, jackson. who would be next?

take a guess.

y/n.

that's it.

my fist connects with the mirror in front of me, my appearance in the glass now distorted. the glass shatters but does not spill into the sink, leaving me to still feel incomplete, however the emotion does not last for long as the throb on my knuckles increases.

looking at my hands, tiny cuts appear on a couple of my fingers, but nothing i haven't dealt with before, and nothing i can't handle. looking back up to the glass, i see the true version of myself.

scared. frustrated. broken.

Y/N POV

i tug on a black bra, clipping it, and pulling up my mid thigh black dress with a single silver bejeweled chain for a belt.

accesorising, i put on a few thin silver necklaces, and a black trenchcoat over the top of the dress. happy with my efforts, i smile, admiring myself. something i never would've done a year ago.

"y/n! it's time to go!" my dad shouts from downstairs, making me jump a little. i grab my small black bag, stuffing my phone and some mints into it, and pull on some tights and chunky black knee high boots.

after applying a lot of highlighter and a lipgloss, and a quick double check in the mirror, i smile at myself and leave my room in a rush.

(~•~)

i sit at the table, my leg bouncing rapidly. our food had already been served, and peter wasn't here. i was texting him, still getting no reply.

i start to pick at the skin around my fingers, until my phone buzzes, again and again, telling me someone is calling.

I check, and it's peter. all my nerves dissipate, seeing his name, and i excuse myself to pick up.

"hey?" i say cautiously, "you okay? you weren't responding to my texts."

"yeah, i'm okay. i- i can't come" he says with a rough voice, sounding like he had just been crying.

"what? why?"

"i just.. uh-" he hesitated, sighing. "can't"

"are you safe?" i ask, starting to get worried, but also slightly angry, careful not to let it show though.

"i'm fine, i just couldn't bring myself to come"

"what?" I ask, anger building up, "you couldn't 'bring yourself' to come? i told my parents you'd be here" i whisper the last sentence. i face away from the restraint, staring at the brick wall.

"i'm sorry, okay? i'll see you later" he says, sounding agitated, and hangs up. my mouth falls agape slightly, taking my phone down from my ear and looking at it with shock.

wow. just wow.