𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 || 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫

Chapter Twenty-One

Panic
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" You know why you hate your dad? You were afraid you'll turn into someone like him. Look where you are. "

" Princess, wake up. " Peter whispered, shaking Y/n slightly. She groaned, opening her eyes and spotting Peter. She smiled tiredly, giving him a lazy peck on the cheek.

Peter smiled at her, his heart swelling with admiration. " I gotta go. May's texted me a few times. " He chuckled and Y/n smiled.

" Okay. Bye. " She hugged him for a good few minutes while Peter smiled. It faltered a little as he recalled there was a threat to Y/n. He sighed and kissed her temple gently.

" Take care. " He whispered and Y/n nodded. He kissed her tenderly before leaving. Y/n had fallen asleep again, snuggling into the covers that smelt like Peter.

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" For someone like you, you're quite a heavy sleeper. " She heard a loud voice and squinted her eyes open. There stood Harry Osborn, a sly smirk on his lips. Y/n shot up, looking around.

It was her room, than how did he get in?
" W-What are you doing here? " She covered herself in the sheets, backing against the bed post.

Harry chuckled huskily, which sent shivers down Y/n's spine. She gulped down the lump in her throat and tried to reach out for her phone.

" Ah-uh! Not happening, princess. " She cringed, swatting his arm away. " Don't. Call. Me. That. " She seethed and Harry laughed.

" See, that's what I love to see. " He inched closer on her bed and Y/n jumped off of it, creating some distance. " Get out of here. "

" That's not what I'm here for, Y/n. " He smiled evilly, causing a wave of fear to strike Y/n's body. She looked around, trying to find an escape.

" Come on, you're coming with me. " He stroked towards her across the room and grabbed her wrist. Y/n tugged her hand harshly, trying to grab anything that would stop him from pulling her away.

She managed to shatter the vase that held the flowers Peter brought for her on their recent date, and the her phone was cracked, probably dead, laying on the bed.

She tried to push herself away from him, but his grip only got tighter. Y/n felt helpless, so she started flailing.
" LET GO OF ME!! "

" Don't. Scream. " He hissed, banging her head in the nearest wall. Pain surged through her body and black dots danced around her vision.

She fell to the ground, unconscious.

" I hate doing this to you, Y/n. But you don't understand me. " He pushed the strand of her hair away before pulling her over his shoulder.

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Helen set her bag aside and made her way to Y/n's room. " She can't be sleeping, still! It's nearly lunch. " She informed Liam in the phone and knocked on her door.

After no reply, she stepped in, taking a look around. A gasp escaped her lips as she saw the shattered vase and her cracked phone by the edge of the bed.

" Liam!! She's not here! "

" Don't panic, honey. She must be with Peter. Call him. "

" N-No. There's a vase shattered and her phone is here, all cracked. " Helen choked, endless possibilities of where her daughter could be swimming around her head.