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Chapter 13: It's Where My Demons Hide

The lights that once looked like little dots alined down the streets of New York were coming closer and closer to me that I could see every detail that was on the street light beside me. I couldn't die like this. I just couldn't. It was already to early for me to parish in this world. Why did I ever agree to this. How dumb can you be, Annabelle?

As the street light came closer to my body, I closer my eye and covered them with my arms, bracing for impact. Taking in a deep breath, as if I was diving into the water, I waited until I felt a a warm hold grab me around my waist, lifting me up quickly, taking the breath right out of me. My jittery arms clutched onto the body in front of me and my arms wrapped around its waist with my hair flying all over the place. I then heard the familiar chuckle and a pout formed on my face.

"I told you I'd catch you," I heard Pete say in my ear. "I don't know why you doubt me so much?"

"Hey," I said. "You're the one that bet me to jump off. Don't do that again! You said you'd catch me"

"And I did,"

I turned my head and glared into Peter, whose face was hiding behind the Spider-Man mask. I could just see the grin forming behind the mask as I gave him a hard tap on the hit.

"Hey! No hitting the driver!"

I glared at Peter one more before a cluster of giggles escaped my mouth and I squeezed my hold around him harder. Peter and I kept swinging around New York city a little while longer until he landed softly on a roof of a building. As I jumped out of his hold, I ran over to the edge of the building and looked to see how high we were. It was high but not as high from the top of the Empire State Building.

"High, eh?"

I turned to see Peter walked over me. He didn't have the mask on anymore, which made his face look bare. It was still weird to see Peter in the Spider-Man suite. I gave him a warm smile as I leaned on the side of the building and looked at the view of New York city. Good god, I still couldn't believe I live here.

"Yeah" I let out softly and then shook my head with a smile.

"What?" Peter asked me as he tilt his head and looked at me for an answer.

"It's just," I turned around so my face was facing the skyline, my back leaning on the side of the building. "I was just thinking of how my mom would like it here"

"Did she want to come here?"

"Yeah, always did. My mom and sister planned for the three of us to come here after I graduated," I felt a tear roll down the left side of my face and I brushed it off with my sleeve. "I guess...I guess that ideas over with now because," I gestured to the city. "I'm already here"

There was a pause.

"You don't ever talk about here, Annabelle" Pete said.

I nodded as I looked at the rims of my boots.

"I know. Even after three years of my mom being dead, it's still hard for me to talk about everything"

"Do you mind if I ask?"

"Ask what?" I asked with my head now turned to his direction and a confused look all over my face.

"Ask about how she died," That took the breath right out of me and I could feel my heart beating rapidly. "Come on, Annabelle. You said it was three years and we promised each other not to keep secrets anymore. I just told you my biggest secret. Now please, tell me yours"

He was right. Peter respected my wishes for the past couple months and left any questions of my mom out. He was asking now and I knew I couldn't keep this from him. The Spider-Man secret was bigger than any other. It was 10 times bigger than mine. If I kept trying to hid it from everyone, I won't have anyone else to talk to.

I let out a sigh, seeing my breath right in front of me. Trying to think of where to start.

"My...My parents where happily married for years. Dad was a cop so he was out a lot, which is why mom stayed home with us. Always taking care of my sister and I. Everything was fine...until my mom started getting depressed. We didn't know why. I guess it was because my mom didn't really go out socially or something like that. When mom started to develop this depression, we tried to help her. Took her to psychiatrist and places like that. Mom started getting better and when she actually started going out and meeting new people, we thought everything was going to get better...but that was just the beginning.

Mom then started drinking, to ease the depression but it only made things worse. Mom and dad started fighting, she started to get in fights with my sister and I. After many months of this, my parents got a divorce. My sister didn't want anything to do with my mom so she moved out with my dad. I was forced to move out but I still tried to take care of my mom but it wasn't helping.

Two years after my parents divorced, dad met Ashley. Ashley just walked into our lives. I wasn't happy, neither was my mom. My mom always tried to pick a fight with my dad. Saying that the only reason my dad left her was because of Ashley. I guess some of it got planted into my head too and because of Ashely, my mom started drinking heavier and heavier.

The day my mom died...was one of the worst days of my life,"

I felt another tear roll down my face. I looked at Pete and saw the sympathy in his eyes. I then looked up a head and tried to focus back on the story.

"I was at her place, so was Ariel. I don't know why I went downstairs but I did and as I walked around the corner, into the kitchen, I saw my mom hanging from the chandelier," I saw Peter's mouth drop a bit as I wiped away another tear. "We don't know why she did it. She was fine the night before. I don't know why but I blame myself fo-"

"Hey," Peter cut me up and cupped my face. Turning my face and making me face him. "It's not your fault. Don't ever blame yourself for one minute. She chose to do that"

I sniffed a bit and took a deep breath in and out, trying to calm myself down.

"I know its just...I loved my mom so much and I hate that Ashely jumps right in and takes her place"

Peter let out a low chuckle.

"That's why you hate her"

"No, I hate her because...I just hate her"

"Whatever you say," Peter pushed himself off the side and walked around in a circle. "You know, I wasn't to happy with Aunt May and Uncle Ben when my parents died," I stared at him, listening. "Yeah, I...I hate them trying to control me but over time I...I saw that Aunt May and Uncle Ben only met to be good to me and treated me like I was their own. They knew I could go to them for anything since I had no one else to go to. I can see Ashelys trying to do that with you. She sees you miss your mom and isn't trying to take your mom's role but trying to fill in the motherly role that you're missing"

I started at Peter in astonishment. It was true, I guess that's what Ashely was trying to do and I guess my mom was wrong about her. After all the hell I put Ashely through, I see that she still tries and treats me like the teenage daughter she never had. God, I felt like an awful person.

I pushed myself off the side and wrapped my arms around Peter's hard neck. I felt his arms wrap around my torso. I pushed back and smiled.

"Thanks Pete"

He looked down at his feet and made a smirk then looked back up at me.

"Your welcome," Peter then picked up his mask off the ground that I didn't see him drop. "Shall we take you back to your place?"

I let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, my dad's probity worried why I'm not home yet"

I walked up to Peter who now had his mask on. He wrapped arm around around my waist and I hugged him around his neck. Then a white web shot out of his wrist and we flew through New York City again.