Y/N and Goth Peter

Is It Too Late To Say Sorry ✏️

Peter had brought me back to his place and fixed my ankle. He helped pick the sticks and leaves out of my hair and showered me.
I laid in his bed with him. He held me soft and close.
"I love you, darling. I would never hurt you on purpose."
I didn't answer him. Clearly he would after raping me in the woods.
He brushed the bruises on me.
...never hurt you on purpose...
I pulled away from his touch.
"What's wrong?"
"I-I'm scared of you."
He hesitated. "What?"
"I'm scared of you, Peter. I'm scared for my friends. I'm scared for myself. I'm scared, but I love you and can't leave."
"I just want you all to myself, Y/N."
"You do have me all to yourself. I don't belong to anyone else. I don't want TK, but I also don't want him dead."
He looked softly at me. "Don't worry, love. I won't do anything unless I have to." He ran his fingers through my hair.
"No, don't do anything at all. I'll start cutting TK off. Here." I opens my phone to my saved videos. I sent the sex tape we had made to TK. "Look, you don't have to do anything now. He's gonna stop talking to me after that."
"We'll see, darling."
I sat up painfully. "We've kinda took things too fast."
"I don't think we've took it fast enough." He smirked at me.
"Shut up, please? Just listen to me. We need to just calm down, okay? Let's go slow. It's what's better for us."
"Uh, okay?" He didn't sound too agreeing, but I didn't wanna have to argue.
I laid back down onto his chest. His clock showed 11:36PM.
"I'm gonna try to sleep, okay?"
He kissed my forehead. "Goodnight, my love."