Tw: implied verbal abuse

Things were going really well with Pete. Today marks our three week anniversary. I'd like to think we were pretty serious, he's even met my parents. The thing is though, he never even mentions his parents to me.

PS: hey pete!

PW: hello my sweet little potato

PS: uhh I wanted to ask you something

PW: ask away

PS: when will I meet your parents?

PW: oh

PW: soon

PS: Pete, you said that two weeks ago as well

PW: you'll understand when you meet them

PS: which will be when?

PW: come over tonight, don't say I didn't warn you though

His last text had me worried, but nonetheless, I decided to be safe and just put on some dress pants and a pink collared shirt. It wasn't as feminine as a dress or a skirt, but it would do.

I arrived at 7:00, like Pete told me to and knocked on the door, soon revealing a smiling man and woman.

"Hello dear, you must be Patrick," the woman said. I nodded shyly.

"Pete has described you to us! We are so happy to meet you," Pete's dad said. They invited me in and I saw Pete at the table, looking very nervous. Then, I heard a harsh voice.

"Peter! Get our guest something to drink right now, you imbecile!" Mrs. Wentz commanded. Pete gave a nod and went to get water.

The whole dinner went on similarily, with Pete's parents critisizing everything he did, even how he had his napkin on his lap.

Afterwards, he walked me out and handed me a note, looking me right in the eye.

I need to reveal something

I looked up at him, expectantly.

I decieved you. another note said.

I turned the note over.

I can talk if I wanted to.

It was all a blur to me as I crumpled up the piece of paper and ran as fast as I could, just in a random direction, just to get away.

-•-

Later, I thought about it. I was angry, sure. I was also crying.

That didn't matter.

Was it a sick joke? Was he just looking for my pity? Did he really lie all this time? Did he even love me? Do I even love him?

I pulled on my hair out of frustration. I didn't care how much I pulled out. I felt tears streaming down my face.

I didn't care. Pete is what made me care the most. Right now, I want to pretend he doesn't exist.