a Pete X Reader drabble for you... gn! reader intended..
wanted to feed you all a small snack while I work on your meal. love youuuuy
DDDNE!! he's being an abusive asshole ok
"you know what, thank me. fucking thank me."
those were the words ringing through your head as you felt a swift kick to your gut, one that had somehow found a new way to make you sick. Curling in on yourself further, (if that was even possible) you make out "thank you baby.. m'sorry. thanksthankyouthanky-." you sound so distant and pathetic but he knows you mean it. Or at least you hope he does.
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This whole ordeal began with Pete flirting with a random chick at a party right in front of your fucking face. Sweet talking her, grabbing her ass, even getting her number. Of course, you were pissed! The second you had returned back to your cheap motel for the night, you delved straight into an argument.
He knew exactly what he was doing, and you hated it. He hated that you thought you were so important.
"you should be grateful for me staying with someone as pathetic as you. I could have anyone I wanted, and I still choose to stay with your sorry ass-"
And it wasn't much more arguing before a harsh slap to your cheek sent you reeling. It continued on into him beating you, regardless of your incessant whining and bleeding. This was his idea of putting you in your place, one that's planets below him.
Kicking you in your gut repeatedly, your most sensitive area and in the head until you were crying and blacking out. After another kick that landed right at your nose, he broke it and you started crying harder as the blood started to fall. At the sight of this, he stopped for a moment, almost admiring the pain he's put you in.
"please I won't say that- that again, you know I didn't mean to make you mad...m'sorry... I don't ddeserve you-" and what he did understand through your tears maybe had finally gotten to him, or the blood on his shoes.
"you know I didn't mean to, baby. But you just needed to learn to appreciate what you have, yeah? I don't know what it is but you've been real bitchy lately and I'm not gonna be putting up with that."
Pete seems calmer than before, not yelling at you like he was but still clearly displeased.
It seemed like putting you in pain helped get his anger out, possibly even enjoyed it and how you were still clawing at him for some comfort even if he's the reason for distress. Still crawling back, feeling remorse and knowing you really would be nothing without him. Let him do what he wants. He might even clean you up now, that you've learned. You won't even have to clean the blood up off of his boots or anything!
