Take On Me ✧ Peter Parker

03: confess.

AMELIA**

Growing up, I never really knew about my parents. Only things that I had was old pictures that Lucia kept in a box in her closet. Some of them are on our refrigerator. It felt like their death was a mystery. Nobody has ever told me the bad details on how they died, and I'm thankful for that. But, I needed to know more. What led to this?

I don't think that Hector knew about them either. Even if he did, I doubt that he would have told me. Him and Tony were the two closet people that spent more time with my parents, besides Lucia. All together, they never told me the truth.

Nobody did.

Here I was, standing in-front of me and Lucia's apartment in the city. Outside was loud, big, and dark. The whole night had felt like forever. I was drained, and devastated.

Peter was right behind me, in fact, he had never left me. Not since we left the compound.

I can feel him reach for my shoulder, and I gasp at the feeling. I was zoning out, too busy on how I was going to talk to Lucia. "Do you need me to go in with you?" He asks, and I shake my head no. If I needed to talk to her, I needed to talk to her alone.

I needed answers.

"Okay then." He says. "Call me if you need anything, I'll be here." I could hear his accent become more thick, grabbing my attention.

I turn to face him, with a tear almost running down my cheek. "Even if it's just for a hug?" I question, and he reaches for my cheek, wiping the tears away. He smiles a bit, caressing my cheek. "Even for a hug."

I smile widely at his words, pulling him in for a kiss. Which in fact, makes things slightly better.

Peter was one of the only people that can make me forget about things.

Especially the bad things.

I watch him slowly back away, leaving me alone. I believed that I could have done this by myself, but my stomach said otherwise. I felt sick, sick enough to even throw up. I open the front door, entering the apartment, taking my shoes off as well. I close the door, and turning my body to see Lucia sitting down at the dining table. Her hands were interlocked with each other, and placed under her chin.

She looked at me with a worried expression on her face, and I already knew she was going to talk to me first about the situation.

But I wasn't going to let her.

"Did Tony call?" I ask, setting my purse down on the table.

"Yes." She replied plainly.

It wasn't really her fault, but I was still pissed.

"So are we going to talk about it?" I question her, sitting down in a chair across from her. "Because I think we have too."

Lucia sighs, setting her hands that were under her chin, on the table. "Mija, you know that we didn't want to tell you this way." She starts, and I let out a scoff. "No one expected for this to happen-."

"-Of course nobody expected for this to happen." I interrupt, "This whole situation is messed up. You guys didn't have to hide this from me." My trust was gone, and I was outraged. "I mean, I just figured out that my dad isn't even my real dad. What's next, you're gonna tell me that my parents didn't die from a break-in at the lab?"

"Amelia, please. I know you're mad, but you can get over this in a healthy way."

Lucia was my aunt. She took care of me and hector throughout the years, and her job was to protect me from all of this crap. I was mad, outraged, angry. "How can I get over this?" I ask, my eyes starting to water. I see her notice my face expressions turn from angry to sad. "You guys are supposed to be my family, we're supposed to be one big happy family. There should be no drastic changes like this."

"Amelia." She calls out, getting up from her seat. She gets around the table, trying to hug me.

"Stop, leave me alone." I say, wiping my eyes. "Please."

I planned to walk inside and tell her off, but it ended like this. It sucks to be this sensitive. I always walk out on something, or cry at the slightest things. I wanted to be strong, but I just couldn't be. I was so gullible.

Lucia sighs once more, rubbing my back. "Everyone has a happy ending." She starts, and I look up at her with teary eyes. "If you're not happy, it's not the end." She gives me a short smile, then exits out of the room.

This was so stupid.

I didn't even know what she meant by that.

I get up from my chair, once again wiping my tears away from my cheeks. I push my chair in, and start to walk slowly towards my room. The house was quiet, silent.

My phone rings as soon as I get into my room, and I close the door shut, and lay down comfortably on the bed. I pull out my phone, my face was currently stuffed in a pillow. There was a few text messages from Peter, and I reply to all of them.

PETER <333

Peter<333

hi

How did it go? Are you okay?

mills :0

hi, and yes I'm okay. Thank you for checking up on me :)

Peter<333

no worries, its my job!

How did Lucia take the whole thing?

mills :0

too much to say in text.

plus im a bit lazy

Peter<333

ah understandable

Wanna call then? Only if you want to, I know it's a lot.

mills :0

I think its better to say in person

Peter<333

What are you trying to say?

mills :0

can you come over?

Peter<333

mills its past ten

don't be a rebel..

mills :0

please?

Peter<333

on my way rn

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He makes me feel at home, even if I'm in a shitty place.