Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 57

•Continued•

>Time skip<

~♡Y/N's POV♡~

Me and Peter walk to his van and he drives to the police station. I'm starting to get nervous. I really don't want to see my mom. She just keeps making it worse. She's making it hard to defend her.. I hope she actually listens to me this time. I guess Peter noticed me staring blankly ahead cause I felt his hand on my shoulder. I snap out of it and look at him. "What?"

🥀: "You okay?"

🪻: I sigh and look back towards the road. "Yeah.. Just thinking about my mom.." I say softly.

🥀: I look at her with sympathy and squeeze her shoulder a little, hoping to comfort her. "Why are you defending her?"

🪻: My brows furrow when I remember what Peter said to my mom yesterday. ('And I know for a fact she's defending you for some fucking reason when in reality you know all the shit Chris has done to her!'). And now, he's asking why I'm defending her.. How does he know that? I look towards him with a confused look on my face. "How do you kno-.. W-Why do you think I'm lying? Yesterday, you said you 'knew' my mom knows about Chris.." I ask nervously.

🥀: I bite my lip as I think. Shit.. I forgot she never told me.. What do I say? How would I know? I can't just tell her that I've seen it with my own eyes.. "Uh.. Y-You told me you didn't want to see your mom yesterday cause she's mad about the situation and thinks you're lying.. And watching her defend Chris so much makes me believe she's hiding something.."

🪻: "Oh.. Okay.." I guess that's a good reason, but I'm still suspicious.. When we get there, Officer Johnson greets us before taking us into the room with my mother.

🚔: "Oookay! Remember, listen with an open mind and let her speak." I say to Claire before turning to the boy. "And you, just stay quiet until I tell you you can speak.. Now, let's begin. Please start where you left off yesterday, Y/N.."

🪻: My mom is staring so hard at me. It's making me uncomfortable.. I look down at my lap as I start to fidget with my hands.. "After C-Chris said he was gonna give me what I-I wanted, I told him multiple times not to touch me a-and that I'd do anything.." My voice gradually gets quieter cause I'm embarrassed to admit that I was begging.. I just feel pathetic.. "H-He told me to be quiet then covered my mouth.. I-I heard him taking off his belt, and I tried to push him off of m-me.." My voice breaks a little as tears fill my eyes when I'm reminded of what happened.

🥀: I feel sad and angry. I don't like seeing her like this. It hurts my heart. She doesn't deserve this.. I take her hand and squeeze a little. I want her to know that I'm here for her..

🪻: I feel a little better when Peter holds my hand. "T-That's when he plugged my nose, and I passed out. I-I don't know what happened after.." I say softly as I wipe a tear.

🍸: I roll my eyes and hold back when I see that boy grab her hand. Who does he think he is? That's my daughter. I get to tell her what to do. And who she can hang out with. He looks like a drug addict. I don't want her to hang out with him.. I scoff when she wipes a tear, and I lean back. I am so done with this already.

🚔: My brows furrow when I hear her mother scoff. The nerve of some people.. Some adults shouldn't have kids.. I pat her knee before turning towards her mother. "Do you have anything to say to that?"