Its been five hours since his parents have left, miles had eaten the leftover three hours prior, it was still early miles had told himself though the anxiety had already gone up hours ago.
He had been anxious since the whole thing with the spider society, he had woken up too many time with the thought that his father had indeed died. He sometimes felt that his father wasn’t there and that it was just his imagination, sometimes he thinks he back a earth 42 and think about that mother, the prowler being him too.
Since he had been back all he wanted was to say to his parents who he really was, what he did in his off time but he couldn’t not after 42, it felt a sin, to explain to his parents his mother that there was a world exactly like thier but without a Spider-Man because he had stolen there spider, that the to-be Spider-Man was put onto a the wrong path, their Spider-Man was supposed to be earth 42 miles not him. That his father was dead , that his mother was struggling and it was all his fault.
So instead he kept quiet, that pained him to. Canon wasn’t nice, to know that his parents could die without knowing hurt. His anxiety had been with him since those days, death felt so close like it was following him no not him his parents, he had been going out whenever anyone went out. His mom was happy about that, same with his father but anxiety always was there bubbling in his stomach, it was irritating this everlasting sense of dread.
Today it was date night for them so he had to let them go, at six they left and now it was eleven twenty two, he was getting worried but he tried to ignore it , he had been anxious all month but this time it felt stronger. He had to-
A knock threw him out of his thought, they were here, he had probably been too impatient.
He open the door, and
It wasn’t them, instead it was a cop, a rookie from the way he stood, his dad always talked about rookies and how it was clear that they were new.
“ is this the Davison house?” And clear tone of uncertainty and uncomfortableness
Miles nods too worried that his voice wouldn’t come out, this was it wasn’t, no cop comes to deliver good news.
And he right as the cop put his hat one his chest over this heart, it breaks miles before the officer can reside that stupid speech
“ I’m sorry to inform you that captain Jefferson and his wife, Miss Morales have been in a..” the officer stops as if he thinks over his words, he doesn’t take notice yo Miles crumpled face, to deep think about those next words. “ deadly Incident, they didn’t make it”
Tears spring from his eyes, the officer sigh tiredly and continues speaking but miles doesn’t listen briefly he hears “call” and “someone”. Miles nods as the officer is done , all he knows is that he wants to shut the door and cry. The police man leaves afterwards and Miles shuts the door and leans against it, he curls up sobbing restlessly for hours knowing his parents aren’t coming.
The officer was a rookie or maybe desensitized, no cop leaves a kid after telling him his parents had died nor do they leave them without calling cps because Miles is clearly underage and yet when Miles nods to him asking about any relatives that live with him or that he can speak to , the rookie is satisfied with it.
Miles doesn’t stop crying unit he passes out from crying later, there dead there dead is said over and over in his mind, there dead and he’s alone. And he was alone where was he going? CPS would let him stay.
CPS, the thoughts pouring in about having to move. He would be thrown into foster care or given to a family member that was miles away from New York. He didn’t have family in New York, he didn’t even know how to drive, his mom always putting it to the side because they weren’t moving. Why would she need this as her home? Their home.
Their house,he would had to move from everything he knew, everlasting memories would be chucked to boxes or throw into thrift store
People would buy them not knowing the memories that were attached that were fading away.
God his house felt cold