Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 54

•Continued•

🥀: We stand and wait in silence. She's standing beside me with her head down, fidgeting with her hands. I think I made it awkward.. I hope she doesn't think too much about it or bring it up.. The cop comes back out and pulls me to the side.

🚔: "I need you to stop yelling at her mother. I know she's making it very difficult, but yelling at her won't help. I've already talked to her too, so hopefully we can actually get somewhere with this.."

🥀: "Whatever. I'll shut up if she shuts up.." He takes us back into the room, and we sit down. Y/N still seems nervous and a little uncomfortable. I shouldn't have said anything..

🚔: "Now, Y/N. Please continue.."

🪻: I keep my head down and take a deep breath before continuing. "W-We were working for about an hour when I heard the front door slam and Chris yelling about how I didn't make him dinner.. Then h-he came into my room, saw Peter, and started yelling more. He told Peter to leave, and Peter was being respectful, asking if we could just finish in the dining room o-or when the next time he could come over so we could finish it. But Chris demanded him to leave, so he did. Well, we both thought he did.. Chris continued yelling at me and accused me of doing.. nasty things.. w-with Peter-.." I cut myself off cause I feel tears forming in my eyes. The next part is so humiliating for me..

🥀: I look at her with empathy, and I rub her hand. I know this is a really hard topic for anyone to talk about. I feel so bad..

🍸: "Don't touch her! Get your hands off of my daughter!"

🚔: "Ma'am, please!"

🥀: I glare at her, really annoyed. I remove my hand and set it back down in my lap. What a bitch..

🪻: She just wants to make me miserable.. I slip my hand under the armrests, under the table and take his hand. I wipe a tear and take another deep breath. "We started arguing and he kept accusing me of doing those things.. H-He grabbed me and when I tried getting away from him, he slapped me.. I-I tripped onto my bed and yelled at him. 'H-How else do you want me to prove it.' Or s-something like that.. I-I remember feeling terrified cause I've never yelled at him before.. H-He pulled me out of bed and I fell onto the floor and I couldn't breathe for a couple of seconds. He picked me up by my shirt a-and.. pushed me against the wall.." I stop for another second. Trying to prepare myself to continue. I hate re-imganing things cause it feels so real. I'm gonna try not to cry.

🥀: I smile when she secretly holds my hand. I see her pause again so I squeeze it gently, wanting to comfort her.

🚔: "It's okay, take your time. Would you like a glass of water?"

🪻: I shake my head no and continue. "I-I tried so hard pushing him off but he didn't even budge.. H-He told me he was gonna 'give me what I-I want,' since I was gonna 'd-do it with Peter anyway..'" I clench my jaw as tears fall from my eyes. My whole body is hot from embarrassment. I hope Peter doesn't think I'm weird, or disgusting..

🍸: "So you're admitting it? Me and Chris were right! You are a disgusting whore!"

🚔: "Okay, we're done! Get out! We'll finish this tomorrow!" I stand up, grab Claire's arm and walk her out of the room.

🪻: I squeeze Peter's hand tighter as I dig my nails into the back of my thigh. My heart hurts so much. Why does she automatically think that!? Tears roll down my face and I try so hard not to make a noise.