It's Me, Peter- Peter Parker x Reader

Wide awake, at 5:00 am

As we approached the front door you could hear my parents fighting and yelling at each other.

Peter rubbed circles in my palm with his thumb and asked,
"Are you sure you should go in?" I let go of his hand and have him a hug,
"Yes. If I have to defend myself, I know I'm strong enough."
"Ok but if anything goes wrong, please get out and find help. Whether it's me, or a close by neighbor." I looked into his eyes and promised him I'd be safe. He nodded his head and waited for me to get inside till he headed home. Once the door shut behind me, I got a glimpse of Peter through the window, slowly walking towards his place.

I could still hear the whispers of bickering my parents created. They quieted down once they realized I'd arrived. I walked upstairs, straight into my room, and on the bed. As soon as I sat down I saw a text from peter, 'got home safe?'
'Yes❤️' I replied.
'❤️😇' I smiled and put down my phone.

I heard footsteps against the wood floors get louder as they approached my door. When the door began to open, I saw my mother, all bruised up. Her eyes were bloodshot red and puffy from crying. Unfortunately, this sight was an often appearance.

"Mom, are you ok?" I got up immediately and went to go see if she was alright.
"Yes sweetheart, I'm fine, but we need to talk." She put her hand on my shoulder and gestured me back to the bed.
"Of course. What's on your mind?" I asked.
"I...I...I don't think this home is safe for you to stay." She stuttered, my heart dropped at the though of not seeing my mother everyday.
"What? I mean, I know why it isn't safe but, I won't be with you?"
"All this fighting between me and your father, I don't know why I'm telling you this..."
"Mom, just tell me the truth. If it involves our safety, then it's important I know the truth."
"It's about you. The fighting. He has been drinking a lot lately, and as a result of that, he doesn't believe you belong in our home. And I've been against it, but I'm willing to let- no why! Why do you have to go and not him?"

She started sobbing but I hugged her and wiped her tears,
"It's ok. If it means all of us will be in a better environment then that's what we have to do. Because I don't think we have any other choice."
"Thank you so much for understanding, I love you."
"I love you too." I tried to stay strong for my mom, but once she left, I bawled my eyes out.

The thought of rarely seeing my mom, broke my heart. But I would do anything for her safety, and I know she's doing the same for me. I laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling, too tired to go out as blackout on a Sunday night. I fell asleep to the cities' chatter and rumble.

***

I woke up the next morning around 5:00 am. I didn't want to, I just did. "Why," I thought out loud, "why did this happen to me? I could be peacefully sleeping, and enjoying life. But here I am, wide awake, at 5:00 am."

I got up and decided I might as well get ready for school. I threw on some black leggings and an oversized tie dye t-shirt, according to the schools dress code, I could not wear leggings if my shirt didn't cover my butt. Which I believe that rule is totally and completely stupid. Why are they sexualizing me and my body? At least I'm not butt naked! "If they don't want the learning environment to be distracting, then teach boys to not be so perverted. And yes, I know not all guys stare at every girls ass, but according to the school, they do." I mumble to myself. When I'm angry, I do this thing where I literally talk to myself, as if someone's listening, just not responding.

Around 6:00am I was finished getting ready, but school didn't start until 8:55. I looked around my room, and saw all my belongings. There wasn't too much stuff, my dad wasn't going to pay for all that. Luckily, it'd be easy to pack, and I was in a bad mood so it'd keep my mind off of it.

I sorted my room in categories, there was a clothing pile, a book/school work pile, a bedding pile, a toiletry pile, a makeup pile, and a 'whatever is left' pile. I kept breaking and losing things and continued to get more frustrated. My actions became quick, sharp, and furious. The only reason I didn't use my powers to help me out was because I was already exhausted. Mentally and physically. But I kept going.

This all took around an hour to organize so when the my clock hit 7, my alarm went off. I walked up to my alarm clock beside my bed and hit the stop button but it wouldn't turn off.

BEEP BEEP BEEP. *Slam*. BEEP BEEP BEEP. *Slam*. BEEP BEEP BEEP. *Slam*

It refused to turn off. I wanted to explode. thought I was going to disturb the entire city of queens.

Eventually my mom walked in because she assumed I was still asleep, but ended up watching me angrily and rapidly hit my alarm clock, while sitting in a pile of stuff.

I was starting to tear up because of the horrible morning.
"Sweetheart," she swallowed saliva and widened her eyes, "you're holding it upside down." I slowly turned the clock around and hit it again. The beeping stopped. I glared at the clock, at my mom, at the clock, at my mom. And I stood up, grabbed my backpack, and headed out the door.

I. Refuse. To. Cry. In. Front. Of. Anyone.