Y/N and Goth Peter

Break In ✏️

It was about 2AM. I was ready to sleep after spending all my time on makeup work. I laid in my bed. My body felt numb.
In my dream, Peter was standing on top of a dead body. I couldn't tell who it was. It was like their face was blurred. He said to me, "You're mine. I won't stop until you only belong to me." Dream Peter stomped in the person's skull before walking towards me. I couldn't run. I was scared, but my feet wouldn't move. He pulled a knife from his back pocket and stabbed it into my stomach. He leaned down and made out with me while repeatedly stabbing me. It all felt so real.
A loud BANG! woke me up. I shot up, holding my covers over me. I looked around my dark room. I laid back down and sealed my eyes shut. I was quiet and barely breathed. I could feel the presence of someone.
After about 45 minutes, I heard footsteps approaching my bed. I felt the weight of a human body lay onto my mattress beside me. Arms slithered around my body and pulled me tight into them.
After a moment, I worked up my courage. "Peter, please tell me that's you." I whispered.
"Yes, my love. You know I can't stay away from you." He kissed my shoulder.
"Thank goodness." I breathed out. "You scared me."
"Good. I like when you're scared." He squeezed me tighter.
"Does Sarah know you snuck out?"
"Nah, she thought that blocking my door would keep me inside. Clearly not."
I laughed quietly.
Peter rubbed my stomach slowly. We laid in silence. He kept kissing my shoulder softly, occasionally biting me.
"Peter, can I ask you something?"
"Anything, darling."
"I went through your room yesterday morning. I found a picture of you and some redhead. Is she your ex oooorrr?"
He stopped kissing me. "Uh, yeah. She is."
"How long ago?"
"Uh, maybe a year?"
"Hm... okay." Liar.
"Why'd you go through my stuff?"
"I don't know. You left me. I just kinda went with whatever came to mind."
He flipped me over to where I was on my back looking up at him. "Don't ever do that again." His voice was stern.
"What? Why? I'm your girlfriend, can I not look at your stuff?"
"Not that stuff." He snapped.
"Why not?"
"Because it's personal. It's from the past."
"Yeah, the past being 3 months ago?" I sat up.
"... I don't know what you're talking about."
"The picture's date is from 3 months ago, Peter."
He couldn't speak.
"No answer? That's crazy." I flipped over and scooted closer to the wall. "You can leave now."
He didn't answer. He stood up and crawled out the window.