The Void

Chapter 17 - Oh Fuck

(Your POV):
My eyes opened slowly, light pouring into my vision as I took a moment to adjust to my surroundings. I was underneath a bed, making me realize that I was sleeping on the bottom bunk of a bunk bed. But I didn't have a bunk bed, the only person I knew with one was Peter.

Oh fuck.

I quickly slipped out of bed and looked around Peter's bedroom, where I must have stayed the night.

"Shit, shit, shit." Panic immediately began to set in and I patted down my pockets, searching for my phone so that I could respond to the messages that my parents had undoubtably left for me. It wasn't sitting in my back pocket like it normally was and I could feel myself starting to hyperventilate. This could not be happening. They were going to kill me.

"(Y/N), are you up?" Peter asked groggily from the top bunk, having just woken up himself.

"Why am I still here, where is my phone, what the hell happened?" I immediately demanded, trying to control my breathing.

"Woah, calm down, you're too worked up for eight o'clock in the morning. Last night you passed out on the couch and I thought that you could use the rest as I know that your treatments take a lot out of you so Aunt May let you stay the night. As for your phone, I think it's out by your homework. I probably should have contacted your parents, right? I'm sorry about that, I was more concerned about you."

"Well you needn't be, I'm perfectly capable of recovering from treatment. You should've woken me up, my parents are going to be so furious," I muttered, fear creeping into my voice as I mentioned my parents.

"(Y/N), are you alright? Is everything ok at home? I've never seen you look so terrified before, what are your parents going to do to you?" Peter asked, jumping down from him bunk and taking my hand in his.

I wanted to pull away, but instead I just gave his hand a squeeze and feigned a smile, "I'll probably just be grounded, but they'll be disappointed in me and I can't stand when that happens. Honestly, I'd rather they just slap me and get it over with as opposed to the drawn out sense of tension between us. I should really let them know that I'm ok."

Peter let my hand go and practically ran into the living room to grab my phone, which was sitting next to the homework I had been attempting to complete. I had missed probably about one hundred texts from my parents as well as about ten missed calls. The messages began with simply stating that I was late and demanding where I was, but then grew into frantic demands that I get home soon to yelling at my for having turned off my tracking device in my phone.

I quickly texted both of my parents back at the same time, I am so sorry, I fell asleep at Peter's and his aunt let me stay the night. I swear I didn't have any part in it, they decided this while I was fast asleep, sleeping off yesterday's injection. I'll get home as soon as I can.

"Good morning, (Y/N), I wasn't really expecting you to be up this early. I hope you didn't mind that we let you stay the night?" Peter's Aunt May asked as she walked out of the kitchen. "I'm making breakfast, if you would like to stay for a bite to eat."

"Sorry, but I've got to go. My parents will be incredibly upset with me and the quicker that I can get back, the quicker I can get it over with," I explained as I threw my stuff into my bag, rushing to leave the apartment.

May seemed to want to stop me and have me calm down for a moment, but my head was spinning. I rushed through the streets of Queens, finding it difficult to breathe again. I spent the majority of my life trying to impress or, at the very least, satisfy my parents and there were very few occasions in which I had outright failed them.

Once arriving outside of my apartment, I felt my blood run cold, but I knew I had to get it over with. I tried to take a deep breath, although it was instead quite shaky, and mustered the confidence to enter the apartment. My father was waiting for me when I arrived, his arms crossed and outrage in his eyes, causing me to immediately launch into my explanation.

"I'm so sorry about last night, I was still recovering from the injection, which caused me to fall asleep and Parker, well I suppose he was trying to helpful, decided that he was going to let me stay the night and not wake me up - which I would have told him, if I had had the chance, I would have preferred for him to wake me up instead, but I was fast asleep at the time-"

"You're babbling, (Y/N), that was one of the first thing your mother and I taught you not to do. Clearly you listened to nothing that we told you. We raised you to be a loyal soldier, yet here you are ignoring your curfew and making up pathetic excuses," he growled, his interruption immediately causing me to shut up.

"It was the side affects of the inject-"

"And give me your phone, you clearly cannot be trusted with your tracker turned off," he continued, holding out his hand for my phone.

I obediently gave it to him, "are you sure you want to do this? If someone finds out who I am, they'll be able to track my phone."

"Well then you'll just have to not get caught, now won't you?" He replied, his glare enough to cause a shiver to run down my spine. "Now come, you need to learn that this behavior is unacceptable."

Knowing that it was useless to try to argue, I followed him much like a dog who knew that they did something wrong. He brought me into our training complex, where my mother was already waiting, dressed in workout clothes, black gloves around her hands to protect them when punching.

Her gaze hardened as I walked into view. She walked towards me, without saying a word, and threw a punch across my right cheek.

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(A/N): This chapter title is me knowing that I have to take my French final tomorrow and also that I need to complete my theatre paper which I haven't really started. Anyway, I hope that you enjoyed the chapter!