Y/n's POV:
A couple of days later, I arrived home later than I meant to. Bracing myself, I knew what was about to happen. "What the fuck?" my Father yelled at me "Why are you late? Why weren't you cooking my dinner?"
He kicked me in the shin, causing me to fall to the ground. A tear fell from my eye and splashed on the wooden floor. "Was that a tear bitch? How many times do I have to tell you? DON'T FUCKING CRY!"
I felt my arms buckle underneath me before he kicked me in the stomach, ripping off my shirt and grabbing a belt. Thwacking it down on my back, I flinched at the searing pain now shooting through my back. "DON'T FLINCH! HOW MANY FUCKING TIMES? DON'T" the belt hit my back again, "FUCKING" and again "FLINCH!"
Sat in my bedroom with my back against the cold wall, trying to soothe my wounds, I felt silent tears rolling down my face. I couldn't let him hear me or it would happen again.
I needed to get out, it had been a couple of days since I had gone out as Shadow and I felt like I was letting the public down but as soon as I tried to put on my top, the pain in my back felt unbearable. Maybe tomorrow.
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I Need a Hero | Peter Parker x Reader | Wrong Number
RomanceY/n is a vigilante living in Queens, she likes to fight for others because when she's at home she can't fight her abusive father. One day she tries to message her friend for help when she is injured but in her panic, she types in the wrong number. T...
