Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 7

⚠️Sexual abuse
Please read with caution ⚠️

~♡Y/N's POV♡~

I put on my pj's and headed to the living room to clean up Chris' mess from last night. So many fucking beer bottles. I fold the blankets and tidy up the pillows on the couch. Then I walk over to the sink. I just stare at the pile dishes. I sigh as I turn on the water and grab the sponge. Not even half way done when I hear the front door slam. I jump a little and look behind me. I see Chris walking in, lit cigarette in hand. He didn't have work today so I have no clue where he could've been. I ignore him and get back to washing the dishes.

🍺: "Oh wowww. You're actually being productive for once.. Well, you missed a spot.."

🪻: He points to the coffee table with all his work stuff on it. He didn't say I had to clean that. Whatever.. I don't say anything.

🍺: "Helloo? Are you ignoring me. I'd like to be greeted when I walk through the door. After all I do for you." I can hear his voice start to fill with frustration.

🪻: "N-No, I'm sorry.. I blanked out." I say softly.

🍺: "I guess it's okay.. I mean, you are doing what I told you to do.." He says weirdly as he walks up to me. The cigarette is still in his hand. He takes a puff then blows the smoke in my direction.

🪻: I cough and look away as I wave the smoke away from me. I've always hated the smell, and how it feels when I breathe it in.

🍺: "What? Don't like a little smoke?~" He gets closer to me and puts the cigarette in my face.

🪻: I quickly step away from him. "Please stop.." I ask softly, trying to be as nice as possible.

🍺: He scoffs and walks away. "Fine.." He sits down on the couch and starts watching TV.

🪻: I sigh in relief and continue doing the dishes. I hear him crack open a beer. I roll my eyes. Does he have to drink every second of the day? Almost 10 minutes later, close to being done, I hear him get up. He probably has to use the bathroom.. I look behind me and watch him go into the bathroom. That's what he gets for drinking so much beer. After 2 minutes, I noticed he hadn't come back yet. Weird, but I ignored it. Then I sense someone watching me from behind. I look over my shoulder a little, and I see Chris leaning against the counter as he stares at me. How long has he been watching me? Chills run down my spine, and I go back to doing the dishes. Suddenly, I feel a pair of large hands move up my shoulders, holding them in place. His hot nasty breath runs down my neck. I can smell the cigarettes and alcohol radiating from him. My heart beats faster as my whole body tenses up.

🍺: "What's wrong now? I'm just admiring your hard work.. Is that so wrong?~" He says softly as his mouth moves closer to my ear.

🪻: "N-No, sir.." I say in a quiet shaky breath. I bite my lip hard, praying he won't do anything else..

🍺: "Good girl.." He whispers in my ear as one hand travels up to the back of my head, and he starts stroking my hair.

🪻: My skin crawls. I try to stay focused on the dishes, hoping he'll get bored because I'm not giving him a reaction..

🍺: "You've worked so hard. How about I give you a small break? Would you like that?~" He says in a perverted tone.