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

Part 25

we leave the table, thanking the waitresses, and drive home. the whole drive, my parents talk away, mouths moving at a rapid pace, but my head can't function what is being said. my mind is wrapped around the words peter said.

'i couldn't bring myself to come' six words, nine syllables, and they've ruined my night.. and they've bought up so many questions. why? why couldn't he come? was he safe? was it because of me?

we eventually get to the apartment, my mind clouded and foggy as i pick up my airpods, sending my location to gwen, with a simply explanation like 'just going to pick something up.'

"going somewhere?" my mom asks. i look towards her, and her face wears an accusing expression. i open my mouth to talk, memories of that same expression flooding back, until she continues, "no it's okay, stay safe and be back by midnight, okay? make sure to send gwen and i your location" i nod, sending it to her too, and reply with an over-joyful 'okay! love you' before leaving through the door, going down the elevator, and go on my way.

eventually, i get to peters street, and notice mays car is away. thank god. i would not even think of being this agitated with her around.

i knock on his door softly, my confidence slowly deteriorating. would o really do this? we both seem angry. we've never had an angry argument before.

he walks up to the door, until seeing me, his face dropping.

"what do you mean 'you couldn't bring yourself to come'? you made me look ridiculous!" i blurt as soon as he opens the door.

"maybe come in before shouting at me?" he snaps, annoyance laced in his voice, moving out the way for me to step in, which i do.

"so. i'll rephrase.." i say, a fake smile plastered on my face, "why didn't you come tonight?" i repeat. he stays silent, keeping his eyes fixated on his shoes.

"pete?" i ask softly, "it's him isn't it? it's my brother?" i state, more like a fact than a question.

"we both know it's my fault he's gone, y/n. both of us. if the conversation slightly diverts, i know we're both thinking of him." he mutters, finally looking me in the eyes. "i could of saved him, i could of stayed with him, but it's my fault, and i can't face his own family like that"

"and i've told you that it isn't, far too many times, pete."

"and i've told you too many times it is!" he raises his voice a little, still not a yell, but not a softer voice like before.

"pete, you can't let this come in between us. you were saving new york. that's why you're spiderman, remember? to save people? he wanted you to save people." i say, "this has been a topic of conversation far too much! you're not protecting me by distancing yourself from me and my family. you and i both know that it would be far worse for me."

he mutters something along the lines of "but i couldn't save him" but i don't acknowledge it, and continue, "i was really looking forward to tonight, and, this may sound selfish, but honestly i don't care right now, but you can't just ditch me without warning."

"well i'm sorry!" he shouts, irritated, running both his hands through his hair.

"you're clearly not!" i say, walking past him into the kitchen, instead of standing in the hall. he follows me, annoyed, his eyebrows furrowed.

"pete, you can't let my brother stop you from coming to these type of things!" i laugh in disbelief of this very stupid argument.

he pauses for a moment, before replying: "y/n, you don't know what it's been li-"

"don't you fucking dare finish that sentence, and tell me i don't know what it's been like!" i shout, my eyes watering and my eyes blinking rapidly to keep the years from falling, shocked and furious at the words that were about to come out of his mouth, "yes i know you feel guilty, but i was his sister! imagine how i would feel?! me! i could've saved him that day! my own fucking brother!"

"but you don't know what it feels like to be the source of all these deaths! uncle ben, jackson, who's next? you? may?" he yells, "your parents? i don't fucking know y/n!"

"it's not your fucking fault, i don't know how many times i have to tell you! i am willing to take the risk if it means being with you! we're going round in circles here!" i yell back, my arms being thrown up in the air. anger bubbling past levels i didn't know could be reached.

"this is pathetic! you're pathetic!" he repeats, eyes wide with annoyance.

this is the worst argument we've ever had. the ones we've had up to now have all been soppy and emotional, but we're both furious right now, and you can tell.

"oh my god peter! you're calling me fucking pathetic?! you're not even turning up to your girlfriends family dinner! i would never do anything like that to you!"

"oh my god y/n!" he mocks, making me grimace, "i'm not in a good place right now! are you listening to me? stop making it all about yourself!" my fist tightens, and my mouth opens to speak.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" i question, "fuck you, peter! honestly! we've all been in bad places!" i shout, "i don't even know why i came here, 'cause i knew you were already gonna be a douche about everything, i mean, what's new about that?! peter, 'always has to be a douchebag and not turn up to his girlfriend's families dinner!', parker! honestly i can't- i can't deal with you right now!" my voice ever so slightly getting louder, tears now threatening to fall.

"well if you can't deal with me, with this! get out of my house, you massive bitch!" he almost screams at this point, his hand hitting the table suddenly, making me jump. my expression softness, but my shoulders tense, ending the argument.

i'm gone.

i turn around, walking past him and opening his door. i turn back towards him, and his face has fell, from it's furious state to an upset one.

but he can stay upset, for all i care.

before i reach for the door handle, i turn back in a moment of uncontrolled anger, pointing an accusing finger at him, finally letting a single year fall. "you know what? if you really, really want to believe it: it was your fucking fault"

slamming his door, i make my way down his street, and towards his house, my whole body ending up drenched from a downpour of rain as i think back on what i say, angry with my own words.

after greeting my mom and dad, i throw myself onto my bed, our heated argument replaying in my head like a broken record. my breathing becomes more ragged as tears start to form, and stream, quiet sobs leaving my throat raw.

i don't fucking need him. calling me a bitch after her doesn't turn up to a family dinner?

unbelievable.

lol.

by the way like i don't expect you to root for anyone they were both kinda bitchy in this chapter but have your own opinions 😚

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