Temptation

IX

"Oh Peter, it's wonderful to hear from you again. How are things going? Did you make any friends? Are you doing any better?"

Peter thought that hearing his Aunt's voice would help with everything. That his Aunt would magically make everything better. But, Peter wasn't a teen anymore. And the broken stuff wasn't toys.

He was twenty-three years old, and a kiss to the head wasn't going to do his mind. Or save him from himself.

"I'm doing okay." Peter answered slowly. "There's a lot here that keeps me distracted. Not sure if it's a good thing."

"Oh honey, of course it is. Anything that you're not sad it a win for the day. This takes time." May responded.

"I guess that one I stopped pitying myself, life is harder with these kinds of problems." Peter replied feeling himself tear up.

"What's wrong sweetie?" May asked softly. Peter could hear one of his Aunt's favorite soap operas in the background. He felt sick.

"I met this guy, his name is Tony. We got into a fight, I think. Same said that outbreaks happen a lot during recovery. And not to take it personal. But I feel like I maybe overstepped." The male confessed.

"Sometimes we do things that are questionable to people we care about. I promise that whatever happened, he didn't mean it. Life is funny like that." May assured her nephew.

Pete smiled, "Yeah, thanks May."

"Besides! You made a friend! I'm so happy for you. It sounds like your doing really well. I'm glad." May praised through the phone.

"I mean, its only been a month. I'm eating a would meal every day, even if it is small." Peter reported.

"And I'm so proud. Please keep it up, yeah?"
"Yeah, I promise. I'm sorry I put you through this."

"Now listen here Peter Parker, don't you dare apologize for something that you have no control over. It's not your fault with what happened or how it happened. All that matters right now, is that you're getting the help that you need and that you're sticking to your treatment plan." May scolded Peter.

"Still, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to go this far. I'll do better, I am doing better." Peter rocked on his heels feeling awkward.

"I know. And while it's not okay, I'm glad that you still went out and got help. It shows that you do want to get better. You just need a push and a reason." May spoke with kindness laced in her voice.

"Thank you May, I love you."
"I love you too Peter, visiting day is coming up. I'll see you then."

Peter hung up and placed the house phone down on the holder. It felt like a weight of relive has been lifted off of his chest. And now he could breathe.

The chirping of the bird interrupted his train of thought. Peter let out a laugh as the bird flew towards him and landed on his shoulder.

"I think I've become a loser. I guess it's fine though, I just have to get better." Peter whispered to pirate.

Medicine By; Daughter