Goth Boy Peter~ [Peter x Fem Reader]

Chapter 60

•Continued•

🚔: I write all of this down as she speaks. Everything about this is so depressing. No child should have to go through this. I clear my throat as I look at her. "Do you have any evidence of the abuse? For the case.."

🪻: "Oh.." I didn't think I'd need proof. I don't really have proof. Except one.. "I-I don't have a lot. Sunday, after my mom picked me up from Peter's house.. S-She was already mad because of the whole situation, and started drinking.. Both of them are heavy drinkers.. I took a nap and when I woke up I decided to get water from the kitchen. I got to the fridge, a-and that's when my mom came out of her room with a glass of bourbon in her hand and started screaming at me. Blaming me for everything, and how Chris didn't deserve it.. S-She said I took away the only person that made her happy.. I told her she still had me, a-and I made her happy, because I-I'm her daughter. O-Obviously I make her happy, cause s-she's the one who had me. Such a stupid question to ask, r-right..?" I can feel tears forming in my eyes as my voice shakes. Rambling on about how it's a dumb question since I'm her daughter and every mother loves their daughter.. I stopped talking to take a deep breath but also waiting for someone to answer my question. Still picking at my nails with my head down as my leg bounces from my anxiety.

🥀: My eyes fill with worry when I hear her almost break down. Her questions are odd, but sound genuine. I rub her thigh a little, wanting to comfort her and encourage her to keep talking.

🖊: Her question worried me a little. She sounds heartbroken. And it's like she's actually asking. Wanting an answer.. The sound of her voice shaking just hurts to hear. I feel so bad for her.

🚔: My brows furrow with concern and confusion. She speaks and asks questions as if she's actively going down a downward spiral. Like she's completely broken. "I-I wouldn't consider it a stupid question. But it's not something you should have to ask.."

🪻: I wipe my tears before continuing. "Y-You're right. I shouldn't have even asked her. It would've been better.."

🖊: I turn towards her and put my hand on her shoulder. "Did she say no..?"

🪻: I take a deep breath and sit up straight. "I-I guess it should've been an obvious answer in her opinion. I'd rather her just say no.. but instead.. S-She threw glass right next to my head and screamed at me that I have n-never made her h-happy.. A-And that she 'should've aborted m-me when she had the chance..'" My voice breaks and I go quiet again, trying not to break down in tears.

🥀: My eyes widen at her words. Her mom is actually crazy. I feel so bad for her. She shouldn't have to go through any of that. The fact that her mom admitted that is so evil.

🖊: I can't even process what she just said. This couldn't have actually happened. The thought of a mother being this cruel is unbelievable. But sadly, it is possible.. I squeeze her shoulder a little.

🚔: I'm kind of taken aback. I haven't worked on a lot of child abuse cases, so hearing this is just sickening. "You don't have to continue. You can come back when you're ready."

🪻: I slowly shake my head no. "I-It's fine. I'm already here.. After she yelled at me, she started walking towards me. Obviously, I'm scared, so I stepped back cause I don't know what she's gonna do.. I was too distracted to watch where I was stepping and slipped on the drink she threw at me. I-I fell right on the broken glass.. She pulled me up and pushed me towards my room before leaving the house to get 'a real drink.'" I say softly, holding back more tears. "So my evidence is on the counter in my bathroom.."