Eyes On Me [PETER PARKER]✔︎

12

I sat down in my bathroom, crying silently. I rested my head on the back of the counter, wiping away the new tears as I stood up, looking at myself in the mirror.

My eyes were puffy, and I definitely was a hot mess. My hair was up in a messy bun, my sweatshirt wet with my tears, my volleyball shorts to high for my liking. I pulled them down, sighing as the pressure on my stomach was released. 

I turned my head, hearing a small thud come from my balcony. I opened the bathroom door, seeing Peter in his normal clothes, his web-shooters strapped around his wrists. I slammed the door shut, quickly wiping away the tears with toilet paper.

I cleared my throat, opening the door and walking to the balcony. Peter was facing away, watching New York below him as I opened the glass doors, his head turning to face me.

The smile on his face quickly disappeared when he saw the state I was in, his feet ushering him over to me quickly.

"Felicity! What's wrong?" I sniffled, wiping away the disgusting snot that started to dribble out my nose. I put on a fake smile, looking up at him with a blurred vision. His face showed nothing but concern and worry, like something terrible had happened.

"H-Hey P-Peter.." I stuttered, looking into his eyes. His flashed back and forth into mine, his bros furrowed as he tried to figure out what was wrong. "I- I'm actually happy you're here..." I said quietly, taking his cuffed sleeve and dragging him into a hug. 

I felt him tense up, knowing he was unsure of what to do. I felt his hands gradually hug me back, his thumb moving in circular movements on my back, seeming to ease my saddened and haunting thoughts.

I backed up, taking him into my room with me. Letting go, I slowly sat on my bed, Peter sitting next to me as I rested my head on his shoulder. I sniffed again, taking my manicured hand in his, squeezing it.

He didn't say anything, which frankly, I enjoyed, as I thought about if I was ready to tell him what happened so long ago. We both sat in silence for what felt like hours. I cleared my throat, removing my head from his shoulder and looking at him.

"Why did you come over?" I asked, looking into his eyes. If it weren't for my led lights, I probably wouldn't have seen his beaming blush spreading across his cheeks.

"Well I um... Michelle texted me and said you needed someone." I felt my eyes widen as I stared at Peter, cursing at MJ. Of course she would tell Peter instead of coming here herself. 

Don't act like you like that he's here.

"Peter..." I said, looking away. I shut my eyes tightly, knowing that all my tears had been cried out during my panic attack in the bathroom.

"Yeah?" He said, looking ahead into my bathroom.

(TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE)

"Y-You know that guy we fought after school today.... The one that tried to- tried to.." I couldn't say the word. It brought back to many memories I longed to forget. But Peter understood, nodding his head as he clenched his fist lightly.

I forced out a fake laugh, taking in a breath. "W-Well.. I didn't necessarily zone out when he punched me..." I could see Peter turn his head to face me, confusion crossing it. "That man... He... harmed me when I was 14..." I looked at Peter, watching as anger crossed his face. But it was an anger I had never seen come from anyone before.

He looked like he was ready to kill someone.

"I was um... I was walking home after school... And he had followed me into a shortcut between an alley way I had taken hundreds of times before... He started cat calling me, saying he would like to take me out for ice cream and shit.. I told him to get lost.. Saying that I'd call the cops.. A-and it obviously pissed him off..." I said, my voice cracking as memories of that day came flooding back. 

"H-He grabbed my arm and pinned me against the wall.. A-And you remember at the time.. It was during middle school when we had uniforms... T-the skirt..." I remembered the skirt, the one I burned after the 'incident.' 

"He practically ripped my clothes off..." I said, forcing back tears and sobs. I let out a true laugh, making Peter confused. "H-He didn't even last 2 minutes." I said, feeling tears sting my cheeks. "And then he just left... Started calling me a slut and easy... All these names that put me down, started saying it was my fault I let him do that... And the worst art is.." I said, covering my mouth for a moment.

"My parents didn't even believe me when I told them." I could tell saying that is what pissed Peter off. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning pale white as he hitched his jaw, stopping himself from yelling.

"Felicity." Peter said in a cold voice. I looked at him, his eyes softening. "I promise you. I won't let anything like that happen to you ever again." He said, pulling me into a hug. I nodded, taking in his sweet scent.

"Peter.." I said quietly into his ear. I felt him tense for a moment, a small smile spreading on my face. "Can you stay over tonight?" He looked at me, nodding slowly as he removed his shoes. 

We both got under the blankets of my bed, my face against his chest as he hugged me tightly, his chin resting on the top of my head. I smiled gently, closing my eyes as he shut off the LED lights, rubbing his hand up and down my back as I fell asleep.

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Sorry its shorter than usual

I have plans today.

<3 A.