Why was I crying? Was I crying because I knew that Peter Parker was too good of a guy to break Daddy's promise? Or was I crying because of Daddy's death in general? The second option seemed more believable at the moment. The first option sounded stupid. Worrying about that when your father just died? I laughed with no emotion as I wiped a tear that was easily gliding down from my eye. I knew that Daddy would want me to be strong, but after my first day back at school since everything has happened…I feel like a totally different person. An empty person.

Mom was too depressed and so were the boys. Since I was the oldest I let them all come in at night and sleep in my room the first week of Daddy's death. Just because I knew them too well. I knew they didn't want to sleep alone after Daddy died, there was just an emptiness in our home that will probably never be filled again.

I sighed and stood up so I could glance out at the window, maybe secretly hoping that Peter Parker will stride up to it with his goofy smile on his face. But I knew in the back of my mind that it wouldn't happen. Maybe it would never happen, but I didn't like the thought of that. And in my heart I knew that Peter wouldn't either. Was he thinking about me? Was he sleeping soundly, not even bothering to put me on the tip of his brain?

Maybe not, and that's what scared me.

I looked over at my alarm clock realizing that it was almost 2:30 at night. I sighed, and looked around my room as if it would give me some kind of an answer. I saw my cell phone lying motionless on my computer desk. I hesitated to pick it up, I don't know why though. When I picked it up I clicked it on. My heart sank a little when I realized that Peter didn't try to call or text. I just needed to hear his voice, just to know he was there.

As gently as I could, I activated my voicemails. It gave me options on who's messages I wanted to hear. I clicked Peter's without hesitation. I closed my eyes as I listened to his voice. "Hey," His voice said in a croaky tone. "I just wanted to see if you were okay. Give me a call when you get this."

End of message. I instantly clicked the next one. "Gwen, I'm sorry about tonight's dinner…" Peter said nervously, which made me laugh sadly. "It didn't go as I expected but," Peter paused and laughed to himself. I found myself starting to cry. I closed my eyes, trying my best to stop the tears from falling down my eyes. But that didn't work. "I'm sure glad I kissed you," He said with a happy tone in his voice. "I've liked you for as long as I could remember…I just…well, you get the picture."

End of message. That's when I let myself go into a mental crying stage. I threw the phone across the room angrily. Why did this have to happen? Why did Daddy have to die? Why did Daddy make Peter promise? Why my Peter? My Peter.

That's when I got up and picked my cell phone back up, trying to make myself calm down. As I was doing that, I quickly dialed Peter's number. As the phone rang, I took deep breaths. I knew that he wasn't going to answer, but I just wanted him to hear my voice. I knew that Peter always listened to his voicemails ever since his Uncle Ben died.

Peter's voicemail sounded after about fifteen rings, which I knew he was probably asleep. "It's Peter, say what ya wanna say and I'll get back to ya." The machine beeped making me realize I had to leave a message right then. I panicked all of the sudden. What was I going to say? I should have thought this through but I didn't. I just took a deep breath and started speaking my mind. "Hey, it's Gwen," I said in barely a whisper. "I just want to see if you're okay…" I found myself crying again, choking up sobs of sadness. I cussed in my mind for being so stupid, now Peter would know that I would be crying. I chuckled, trying to make Peter realize I was okay but it was useless.

I cried, I just cried in the state of shock. Daddy just died. Peter was gone. I was gone…or at least I wish I was. Daddy shouldn't have made Peter promise! He knew I would need someone when he died besides Mom and the boys! He knew good and well he was going to die right then! "Why aren't you here with me?" I suddenly screamed through the phone. "Why did you leave me? Daddy's gone, and I need you!"

One of the boys rushed in at that moment, I was too upset to realize which one it was. "Gwen, what's wrong with you?" He asked in a panicky voice. Then, Mom walked in with her hands on her hips looking annoyed. But then that annoyance turned into great worry. "My god," She practically yelled as she ran over to me. "Gwen, what's wrong? What's wrong, baby?"

Their voices seemed muted to me. I realized I was crying because of Daddy's death, it literally just hit me like a wave of emotion. I was crying for the loss of Peter Parker too, because I wanted him with me more than anything in the world. I was rocking back and forth in my Mom's arms. The boys were huddled around the two of us with worried eyes. Mom just kept kissing my forehead and stroking my hair, "Calm down, baby, calm down."

But I couldn't. I couldn't calm down. The vision of Peter promising Daddy kept flashing into my brain. I could see the hurt in his eyes when he told Peter to promise. Then I could see Peter whimper a little when Daddy reached to end of his life. "Peter," I whimpered with a small cry. "Daddy! I want Peter and Daddy!" It seemed like I screamed that last sentence over a thousand times like I was a stupid nine year old girl who didn't get what she wanted.

Mom looked up at the boys with sad eyes, "Go to your rooms, everything is okay." She pretty much commanded to them. When they just stood there idly, Mom raised her voice. "Now!" Her voice hissed at them. That made them go back to their rooms with sleepy and scared looks on their faces. Mom looked down at my phone, and quickly pressed the end button.

A/N: I don't know if this is just a one shot or a two shot, I just don't know. I watched the new Spiderman today and I LOVED IT. It was so amazing! And while I was watching the movie I knew I had to write a fan fiction about it for you guys! I hope you enjoyed it!