Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 5

🪻: I pause in shock. Am I hearing him correctly? I'm not imagining this, right? Did he actually just tell me to stop apologizing..? What do I say to that? I watch him rub his face. Is he annoyed? I can't tell. I don't know what else to do, so I nervously walk out of the classroom. I'm walking home, all alone. Left with my own thoughts. I'm so confused. That whole interaction didn't feel real. He wasn't acting like his usual self. I mean, a little, but he was actually being kind of.. nice? I make my way home, and I head to my bedroom.

~♡Peter's POV♡~

I hear her leave the classroom, and I let out a big sigh as I lean up against the wall. That was such a difficult interaction. I wasn't expecting her to ask about yesterday. She's usually too shy and nervous. What happened? I hope she forgets about it. I hope she didn't notice my behavior. I don't want her to get suspicious of me.

I ran my fingers through my hair before grabbing my backpack and following behind her. With a greater distance this time because I gave her a 2 minute head start. This walk is extremely quiet. I wonder what she's thinking about..

I walk up to her window and watch as she goes into her bathroom. Then I'm startled by a car door shutting. Shit I peek around the corner of her house, and I see her step dad's car. Oh no.. I know how her step dad is. I know he's a toxic abusive bitch. Hopefully, he's in a better mood than usual. She doesn't need more stress right now. I peek back into her window, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom.

⚠️Verbal and slight physical abuse⚠️

~♡Y/N's POV♡~

I wash my face and brush my hair. That's when I hear the front door slam. I jump a little, and I freeze, listening to who it could be. I recognize those footsteps. Fuck. My step-dad is back from a work trip.. I wish it was longer. I wish it was forever. I'm thankful that my mom comes home by the time I'm in bed, so I don't have to deal with her. But Chris (step-dad).. He'll drag me out of bed for all he cares. I really hope his work trip went well. I don't want to deal with him when he's in a shitty mood. I quietly walk out of my bathroom, straight into my bedroom. Please don't check on me. Please don't check on me. Hopefully, he'll go straight into his room. I don't want to see or talk to him right now. I grab my sketchbook from my backpack, and I sit on my bed and start drawing.

Only 10 minutes later, I hear heavy footsteps getting closer to my room before my door swings open.

🍺: "Where the hell is my dinner!?" He yells.

🪻: I flinched a little by the sudden yelling. "I-I'm sorry.. I-I'll do it now.." I say nervously as I get up and quickly walk passed him, into the kitchen.

🍺: "Well, you got no choice now. You KNOW I would like to have it ready for me by the time I GET HOME."

🪻: "Y-Yes, I lost track of time.. I-I'm sorry. I'll get it done now.."

🍺: "Hurry up, I'm hungry. I expected it to be on the table already! I've had a VERY busy week. The least you could do is REMEBER to make my dinner!"

🪻: "I-I'm sorry, Chris. I won't forget next time, i-it was a simple accident.." I say softly, trying to calm him down as I grab 2 pots and turn on the stove. I'm just gonna make spaghetti cause it's easy.

🍺: "Shut up and make my food!"

🪻: "Sorry.." I say quietly as I begin to boil the water and make the sauce. I don't get why he has to be so mean. I've always been nice and do things for him. But he still treats me like I'm his personal slave. It's so tiring.. As I make dinner, I occasionally look over at him on the couch. He's starting to drink.. That only makes it harder for me. Just get it done and over with.. I finally finished not even 45 minutes later. I make him a bowl and slowly bring it to him on the couch. "H-Here you go.. I'm s-sorry for making you wait."