Burn
A/N- I based this off of the song ‘Burn’, from Hamilton, and I thought it would be a good idea... anyways, enjoy!
Info- Peter Parker x Reader story
Summary- The reader and Peter have been dating for two years, and suddenly Peter cheats on her, and reveals it to everyone. He begs for forgiveness, and she burns photos of them.
Warnings- angst
“Please, (Y/N), please, listen to me? Do you want coffee? I- I can get you some coffee!” Peter looked at me, his eyes wide with anticipation.
“Coffee? You think I want coffee??” I hissed at him.
“I- I don’t know, I’m sorry (Y/N), please,” Peter grabbed my hand, before he could move, I yanked it back, looking at him in disgust.
“Sorry for what, Peter? For breaking my heart? For telling the whole school before you told me? For manipulating me, and tricking me into loving you?” I questioned him, taking a step towards him with each accusation, pushing him closer to the wall.
“I- I’m sorry, please, forgive me, I’ll do anything, please!” Peter begged me. I looked down, and shook my head, laughing. “What’s so funny?” He asked me, trying to catch my eye.
“What’s hilarious to me, is that you expect me to forgive you! You cheated on me, not to mention, with my older sister, and told the whole school about it, leaving me to find out about it in a newspaper!” I yelled at him, and he winced.
“(Y/N),” he began.
“Don’t! Don’t even try Peter!” I bit back the tears and put my hand against his chest. I shoved him against the wall, and he stood, frozen.
“I- I have something for you,” he gulped and reached into his pocket.
“What, what do you have Peter? Another lie for me to believe?” I narrowed my eyes at him, putting him on the spot.
“No, this is what I have,” He pulled out pictures of us together form over the past two years. I tore them out of his grip, and flipped through them. I felt the tears building up again. “What do you think?” Peter looked hopefully at me.
“You wanna know what I think?” I asked him, looking at my desk, where my Yankee Candle was currently burning. “This is what I think!” I took a few steps to my desk. I held the pictures in one hand, and reached for the candle.
I turned to face him, the candle flickering.
“(Y/N), no, please,” he reached put as I placed the picture of us in Central Park, the day we met.
I remember that day like yesterday. The hand holding, cautious glances at one another, the envious looks from other girls. I even remember the perfume I had worn that day. In fact, it was residing in my desk drawer right now.
I watched it burn in as I glanced at the next picture before sliding it into the flames. This one hit hard. It was our one year anniversary. Peter, my two sisters and I were out eating. I hadn’t wanted them to come, but Peter insisted, claiming it would be more special if there were people that we loved there.
Little did I know he loved one of them a little too much. I saw how close he had been sitting to my sister, Maxie. How he looked at her instead of me, with affection in his eyes, more than he had even shown me. I had noticed how she didn’t even pull away, she was smiling, looking at him in the same way. Betrayed by the two people I thought would always be there for me.
I put the candle down, holding the remaining picture in my hands. “I should have known, Peter, I should’ve known about Maxie long before this,” I flashed the picture at him, scoffing.
This one was only taken a week ago. Peter had given me a promise ring, promising to love me for as long as he lived, he promised only me. It was a silver band engraved with the date of the first time we each said ‘I love you’.
I still had it on. I put the final picture in the flames, and watched it burn, mesmerized by the beauty of the destruction. Some people may call me a pyromaniac, but how would you react if the person you loved most, shattered your heart into a billion pieces? Would you just cry if they gave you cherished memories? No, you burn it, and make sure they can’t redeem themselves using them.
I took the ring off, walking over to Peter, fake smiling. “You can have this back, maybe give it to someone you actually love, like Maxie!” I smiled, and took his hand in mine, keeping his palm upwards. I aggressively placed the ring into his palm. I closed his hand, and pressed it against his chest. He looked at me, dumbstruck. “Now, I want you out of my house.”
“But (Y/N),” Peter begged me, and I opened my door.
“Don’t! Leave! Now! Before I get my dad in here!” I threatened, and he stepped into the door way giving me one last look.
“(Y/N),” he trailed off, pure anguish in his eyes.
“Go!” I screamed, and he nodded solemnly before walking out, tucking his tail between his legs as he went.
I shut my door, and sat down on my bed, finally letting the tears fall. I put my head into my hands, and started sobbing, my shoulder shaking uncontrollably. I heard a soft knock on my door, and sat up. I straightened my back, and wiped my eyes.
“Who is it?” I asked, feeling hiccups coming, rocking my whole body.
“It’s Anete, may I come in?” I heard my little sister ask, her voice quiet.
“Yeah,” I sat up and saw the door open. Anete smiled at me, shutting the door softly behind her before sitting next to me on my bed. She wrapped her arm around me, and pulled me close.
“I’m sorry,” she stroked the back of my head, and I collapsed into her embrace. I weeped into her shirt, I don’t know for how long. I finally pulled away, out of tears.
“Thank you, Annie,” I gave her a small smile, and glanced at her shirt. “Oh , Annie, I’m so sorry about your shirt! It’s absolutely soaked!” I held my hand to my chest as she shrugged.
“It’s okay, (Y/N), you don’t need to worry about my stupid shirt, we need to worry about you, take some days off, get over him. When you walk into class, you’re going to hold your head high, and don’t let them get into you head, don’t let them know how you reacted, that’s your business. Okay? You’re gonna get through this, I’ll help you through it, I’ll always be here,” Anete hugged me again.
“Thank you so much, Annie. But, I don’t think everything can go back to normal. Annie, I’m, I’m,” I couldn’t get it out.
“It’s okay you can tell me anything,” she looked into my eyes.
“Annie, I’m pregnant.”
A/N- Hey everyone! If you like this, and want a second part, DM me, and I’ll do it! I know it isn’t very good, but I’m new at this whole writing thing! Anyways, have a great day!
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