I waited while Peter slowly walked out of the room. His breathing was high and his heart was pounding. I stood in the kitchen waiting for him to take a seat at the table. Once the scraped of the chair moving sounded I took in a deep breath.
"You alright? You were talking in your sleep." I questioned the younger male.
Peter took in a sharp breath and nodded his head, "Yeah, I was just, having a bad dream. I'm okay. Did- did you listen?"
"No, I heard you cry out the name 'Uncle Ben' and left. I figured you'll tell me when your ready." I responded as I began to feel around for the coffee maker. "I bought some creamer, I didn't know what you liked so I got a few of them. Feel free to make yourself a cup."
"I got bit by a Spider." Peter blurted out, his heartbeat steadily rising as silence passed.
"Um, are you okay? Was it poisonous? Do you know what type of spider it was?" I questioned feeling a bit confused.
"It was radioactive." Peter responded.
I blinked in surprise, "What?"
"My freshman year of high school I got bit by a radioactive spider and developed super natural abilities. So I tried to put them to good use. Then my Uncle Ben got killed and I fell off the deep end. I ended up murdering the person who killed my uncle." Peter practically breathed out in one sentence.
Peter took in a deep breathe before he continued, "I started using as a way to cope for what I had done. My Aunt disowned me when she found me in bed naked with another man. She was trying to help me with my problem but I guess being gay was too much for her." He let out a bitter laugh.
"When I got kicked out I was going to overdose. I didn't know how to cope with everything. I wanted to leave because I sucked as playing hero and I sucked at being the perfect nephew. I had nothing, I still have nothing." Peter sighed.
I stayed silent for a moment before responding, "You have me." I heard Peter's heart stop. "I'll be here for you. Stay as long as you need. Take your time to ground yourself and heal. I'll be with you every step of the way." I promised with a soft smile.
Peter tried and failed to hold back a sob, "Thank you." He whispered as he placed his over his face.
Suburbia By; Troye Sivan
