Aeipathy ↠ Peter Parker [1]

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Thursday | September 28th | 7:41 pm

"Hey May, I'm just going to pop down at the supermarket! I'll be back in 20 minutes!" Peter called in the hallway.

"Ok! Hey while you're there can you pick up some garbage disposal bags? I've run out to put the meatloaf in." May called back from the kitchen, swiping her tea-towel around to rid the smoke coming out from the oven.

"Alright! Love you!" He said mentally cursing at himself. He wasn't actually going to the supermarket but to Bailey's house. Now he had to pick up some stuff at the grocery store. He walked out the apartment building and caught a taxi to near her house.

"Here's fine," He said to the taxi driver and tipped him. He jumped out and climbed someone's roof to change into his suit from under his clothes. The house wasn't far from Bailey's, it had a clear view of the windows in which he could see Bailey in her room. He began beating himself up for caring so much about nothing. She was lying on her bed, reading a book without a care in the world.

He was about to put his clothes back on when he saw her eyes peel away from her book and to her door. A new person had entered her room. His attention turned back to the room to get a closer look at who had just interrupted her reading. A man with grey hair walked in. He couldn't see his face, only his back. Bailey's relaxed expression had instantly turned tense, Peter could sense this. The figure neared her; Peter noticed an empty beer bottle in his hand. Peter immediately started to freak out. Who was this uneasy character nearing Bailey?

The man turned around before he got to Bailey and picked up one of the photos on Bailey's shelf. Bailey's face fell as if she could tell what he was going to do. He stared at the photo for a while, analysing it with pure emotion. Peter could now see his face, a single tear falling down the man's cheek. When Peter thought the man was having a sentimental moment, he suddenly threw the photo frame down on the ground. Peter could hear the loud bang from where he was. Bailey just stared at the floor where the photo -the one of her mother- lay covered in shattered glass. With her mouth slightly agape, she herself shed a tear. She had mixed emotions of rage and anger, but also guilt, pity and misery. She got up from her bed and went face to face with the man. She began screaming at him, pointing at his face and then pointing down at the ground. She took the bottle from his hands and threw it down on the ground as she broke down even harder; she was screaming so loudly, Peter could just make out what she was saying.

"You see?! You see how much your alcohol means to me? It means nothing! Just how you can't control your feelings towards my mother! What on earth is wrong with you?! Do you just have to make my life more miserable than it already is? I love her so much and you have to destroy what little left I have of her? I hate you-" Bailey fell to the floor. Peter gasped as anger started to bubble up inside him. The man had snapped, throwing a heavy punch to Bailey's jaw. She stayed on the ground for a while, just holding onto her jaw. Peter began to put on his mask to put a stop to this but then Bailey stood up suddenly, grabbed her bag and ran out the room. Peter then saw her exit the house wrapped in a beanie and jacket, a little blood hanging at the corner of her mouth.

Peter decided not to approach her as she might get more startled and get stressed out. He started to follow where she was going, keeping an eye out for her incase she got herself hurt. She walked for around 15 minutes; 15 minutes to where Peter was supposed to be buying May's disposable bags. The supermarket. Peter accepted the reality that May wasn't going to be happy with Peter wasting her time and making her wait so they can go out for Thai with Ned. Bailey walked in and out in around 5 minutes She had a bag in her hand, containing a few things that Peter couldn't make out.

He watched her walk in the opposite direction of her house. She stopped outside some rundown apartment. She seemed to know her way around as she aimlessly climbed the stairs to the roof. Once she made herself comfortable, she began digging out the contents of her bag. Antiseptic, bandaids, Advil, bottled water and some jelly beans. Peter clung to the side of the building as he watched her apply the antiseptic to her bleeding lip. He could hear her sobbing quietly to herself as she did so. After, she suddenly groaned and clung to her head. A headache maybe? She popped two pills and swallowed them down with the water before she continued to cry some more. This was Peter's chance, his chance to understand what was wrong and comfort Bailey.