Don't Make Promises You Can't Keep

Dad

I woke that night to the sound of my mother coughing. I sat up and looked around, where'd Peter go? My mind drifted to what happened a couple of hours before. He loves me, and I love him. Everything was perfect, my life was going smoothly for once. And I was loving every part of it.  There was a knock at the door and I groaned. Whose here at 9:00 at night? I pull my hair into a bun and grab my phone off the dresser. 

I open the door and my phone falls from my hand, My father stood in the door way. "Wh-what are you doing here?" I say putting my arm across the door in hopes he wouldn't try to go past me. He stumbles a bit, "I came to see- see my- daughter." He states between hiccups, drunk of course. "Well you seen me now i'll call a cab so you can go back to Brooklyn." I bend down to pick up my phone and a large knee pushes me down. 

"No! I'm not going- back to Bro-oklyn. I'm staying here." He sits on the couch and looks around. "Now, get me a- damn beer!" He grabs the remote and tries to turn the television on but failing. "I think you've had enough, and we don't have any.." My voice is small and there is a moment of silence before I see him stand and come towards me with a stone cold face. "What do you mean you don't have any?!" He raises his hand and I brace for the impact when it doesn't come I open my eyes to see my mom holding his hand in place. weakly, she pushes him back stating, "What the hell are you doing here Andrew?! Get the fuck out of my home now!"

Raising her voice sent my mom into a fit of coughs that my father took as a way of punishing her. He started to hit my mom and I stood there in shock. I soon realized that no one was coming to our rescue. Not Spidey, not the police, not even Peter. so I took action. "HEY!" He looked over at me, I stepped forward and as hard as I could, kneed him in the crotch. He fell to the ground in pain and I sent more blows, to his head, to his stomach and to his legs. "Honey honey, its over stop baby, stop." My moms voice sent me back to reality and I sobbed, my mom rubbing circles into my back. He was out cold and I grabbed my phone and dialed 911.

After about 15 minutes the police arrived and a small crowd formed outside the building. "Now Ms. Lynn, we are going to take you in so we can check out your lungs, upon testing your injures, you were coughing quite a bit. Is that okay with you?" My mom nodded at the nice paramedic, said goodbye to me, and left me alone. I didn't want to be alone, not now. I checked the time on my phone that I was clutching to my chest. 9:45. I wonder if Peter was awake. 

I dialed his number and held the phone p to my ear.

"Hello?" Peter asked obviously annoyed.

"H-hey.." My voice was barely above a whisper.

"Max? Everything okay?" His voice became softer and filled with worry.

"Y-yeah... No, no i'm not okay. Nothings okay. I really don't want to be alone right now. Ca-can you come over?"

"I'll be there in a minute." He answered before hanging up.

I waited patiently, silently shaking. There was a knock and I froze, what if its him? I walk to the door and open it slightly, seeing Peter holding two coffees. I smile and open the door, allowing him to come in. 

"Hey." He hands me the coffee and walks with me over to the couch. "Hi."

"So, you wanna talk about it?" I smiled taking a sip of my coffee. 'No'  I thought but if I didn't talk about it then I would suffer even more. "It was my dad," He looks at me in concern and I sigh. "He-he came here an-and started to hi-hit my mom and I hi-hit him and I didn't stop hi-hitting him and I don't know what came over me I-I just wanted him to feel what I felt and what my mom and brother felt and I-I just wanted him dead and I-" A pair of warm hands stopped my rant by grazing under my eye, wiping away the tears. "I'm sorry." I sigh and buried my head in his chest. His arms went around my waist and he pulled me closer to him. "Hey, hey, it's alright. You don't have to apologize. I don't understand how you are feeling and that's okay, but I do understand you wanting to kill someone, iv'e been there." I laughed a bit at his joke and I felt his chest rumble with a quiet chuckle. 

"Will you stay with me?" my voice being muffled by his chest. "Always." He kissed my forehead and i soon fell asleep in his arms, Peter twirling my brown hair around his finger tip.

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