My Superhero (Spiderman X Reader)

Chapter 5 - The Police

Y/N POV

I got home from the hospital with my parents. I went up to my room to lay down and get some rest while my parents went back out for another drinking drug fest. I was sleeping for a good three hours when all of a sudden I was dragged out of bed by my hair and dragged down the steps to the kitchen. 

Once I was fully awake I looked at my dad who was holding a red kife. I knew the knife was hot enough to melt the metal due to the color of the knife. My mom grabbed my arm and held it onto the counter. She put duct tape over my mouth. 

"Since you have stitches that can break open, this is how we're gonna beat you today. You can scream, but no one is gonna show up." 

I can feel my body shaking with fear. My mom chained my arms to the counter and tied my feet to the stool I was sitting in. My dad took the knife and slowly placed it on my arm. Once the metal touched my arm I screamed in pain. It was so unbearable. I had to try not to move because moving it would make it worse. 

My father did it three times on each arm. My screams filled the house. Not even the duct tape was able to muffle the screams. Once my father was done my mom unchained me and carried me down to the basement. She placed me in the dog cage, locked it with a padlock, kicked the key away, and went back upstairs. 

The basement was dark and cold. The smell of dried blood fills the room. It's my blood that always causes the smell. I pull out my pocket knife and cut my legs since my arms have third-degree burns on them. I try to fall asleep, but can't. I pull out the spare key that I keep hidden under the cage, unlock the padlock, unlock the cage, and get out. I quietly make my way upstairs. I lay back down in bed and fall asleep. 

The next morning I wake up and take a cold shower to help my burns cool down. It feels so good on them. I'm careful while washing my body so the stitches don't break. Once I'm done I put clothes on and get ready to go to school. I decided to wrap my burnt arms in a bandage with a cooling lotion that'll help heal them. I start to walk to school after I double check that I have everything.  Once I get to school everyone stares at me. I ignore them and make my way to each class to collect the work that I have missed then I go to my homeroom class. 

I sit in the seat that I would sit in before I was in the hospital. I was looking out the window listening to "Never Too Late" by Three Days Grace.  I felt someone tap on my shoulder and I turn to see Peter. I pause the music and look at him. "What's up Pete?" 

"Not much. I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay is all." 

"I'm fine. Things got worse when I got home last night though." 

"What happened?" 

I explained to him everything that happened the night before and showed him the burn marks that were on my arms. The only part I didn't tell him was when I cut my legs. I think it's better that he didn't know. 

He always has this pity in his eyes when I tell him this shit. It pisses me off. I'm sick of people throwing pity at me. I've dealt with worse. 

Peter and I talked for a while until the rest of the students and the teacher walks into the classroom. The day went on as it normally would until lunch happened. 

We got to lunch and there were cops sitting in the cafeteria. I started to panic a little hoping they wouldn't come talk to me. Before I know it, they are sitting at the table with Peter, Ned, and I. 

"Y/n L/n, we need to ask you a couple questions. Reports were sent in last night about someone screaming and making a lot of noise. They say it came from your residence. Is this true?"