The Villain's Soulmate

The nightmares

(Y/N POV)

Ever since I was very little and would go to sleep an I would hear someone reading out loud near what sounded like a fireplace on a rainy day. I could smell the burnt oak and the dapping rain, which it brought me comfort when my father was in a very bad mood.

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*"The sea is calm tonight.

The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits

on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone;

the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.

Come to the window, sweet is the night-air!

Only, from the long line of spray

Where the sea meets the moon-blanched land,

Listen!

you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,

At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin,

With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.

Sophocles long ago Heard it on the Ægean, and it brought Into his mind the turbid ebb and flow Of human misery;

we Find also in the sound a thought, Hearing it by this distant northern sea.

The Sea of Faith Was once, too, at the full, and round earths shore Lay like the folds of a bright girdle furled.

But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.

Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain*

Always sweet every time but with the sun coming up and the moon disappears Like any day my lame ass excuse of a father would ruin my day just like he always does when he tells me that I was an abomination, a waste of space or better yet throw a fit since im not a good house keeper for which I had to start the cooking and the cleaning since I was like 9 years old so give a girl a break here however since that I cause my mom's death he never showed any affection towards me not even once.

He's was the type of guy that you wouldnt think would drink and have short out burst plus be a terrible father since he always seems sweet and kind to everyone else but not to me.

Everyone said that I was a miracle since I was born dead for 5 minutes but when my mom hold me for the first time I started to cry and scream it was a joyous moment but then it turned for the worse since she died 3 minutes later

The doctors an the nurses that where there said that it was never my fault to begin with and they told me that with the look on my moms face when she first heard me cry where tears of happiness but not from him their was nothing in his eyes.

Those cold dark icy blue eyes that has no soul in them I've seen those eyes my entire life but I can promises you this it still makes me shiver every time I look up at him.

However in his mind its always my fault but I dont care anymore ever since I was eight years old ive gotten so used to the same routine over an over again that my body would go numb or I just blocked it out when he is in a fit and takes it out on me but at least before all that my childhood best friend kept me company so it wasnt all that bad I had the most awesome neighbors ever and they had a son his name is peter parker and we would always play and hangout together we would go to his room and just play video games or play tag in the woods behind the house my father at the time never stopped me from going since peters parents stepped.

Peter's mom// - look you can do the fake smiles and the fake happy father and daughter routine to everyone else but not to us we can see through all that and we know who and what you are!!

Peter an I would always wonder what she meant about my dad but the next following day I haven't seen or heard from them since, I was only six or seven years old when it happen but I hope they're doing alright at least they got out of this hell hole or better yet my father didnt do something to them right?

After all these years I tried to think on the positive side on everything even with my dreams.

I love it when I dream since that's the only time I'll ever hear his voice and get any peace and to forget where I am right now but then the sun comes up and reality sets in and I have to start my day or at least get away from him for which today I'm gonna try and finally run away from him without him getting any suspicious.

As usual I wake up around 5 o'clock in the morning to get ready for the day meaning that I take a quick shower, get dressed, brush my hair and teeth then I have to check to see if he left any marks on my face from the previous nights or better yet last night when he was drinking again thankfully it wasnt so bad just a slight bruise around my eye so its easily can be covered with some light makeup.

I usually hated when this happens, me being his own personal punching bag to do whatever but thankfully I grew a tolerance for it thank god.

My father would never let me leave the house anymore and go anywhere besides going to school and thats it but thankfully I've never told him that I already graduated high school 2 years ago when I was sixteen years old since I had a very high IQ and a female version of albert Einstein as what my teachers kept on telling me I graduated early and he was never told about it

So for the past 2 years now I've been saving up by working at a junkyards so that I can finally leave this suffocating household and away from him for which I am and today is the day that I can finally live my life.

Once I was done checking myself in the mirror of the bathroom to make sure that everything has been covered up and that I was ready to go

I dont have the best designer clothes but I make due to what I have since I'm trying to get out of this place for good

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