Chapter 1

y/n pov:

My heart boomed in my chest as I heard my clumsy brother stumble into the run down apartment. BANG! Something had also heard him. Something heavy and unbalanced. I knew it was the grotesque creature that we once felt comfortable enough to call our father. I sped into the hallway where my brother stood, staring at me with fearful eyes.  He whispered cautiously, “Help me?”

A rumble spreads down the corridor and my stomach drops. He stomps towards us, it’s yellow rotted teeth were jutting out of his mouth that smiled cunningly. It’s rancid breath winded me as I nearly choked on the nauseating smell of alcohol.

He moved slowly, his anger emanating off of him. I stand before peter protectively, but it was futile. He shoves me to the floor and grabs peters shirt, shaking him. “DON’T SLAM THAT DOOR EVER AGAIN!” My father roared. My fathers hand plunged into the side of peters face making him howl in agony. I throw one of his beer bottles at him, missing. Slowly he turns to face me, outrage consuming his face. I hurried to my feet as I darted out of the neglected apartment while my drunken, deranged father hunted me.

He forced me to the foul-smelling floor. My heart racing, he raise his fist and struck me repeatedly in the face. “DON’T THROW STUFF AT ME, YOU BITCH!” he boomed. He reached for a rotting vase off of the side launching it directly at me. Thousands of shards sunk into my face as I covered it with my arms. “Im so sorry! I didnt mean it!” I pleaded. He clenched his fist throwing it into my jaw. I squirmed as the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. My fathers massive boot collided into my stomach repeatedly. It felt like he would never stop! He kept going over and over and over again, his boot crashing into my back, face, arms, legs and stomach. I lay there helplessly on the grungy floor. I was too tired to even defend myself.

Eventually, he gave up as he searched for more tequila. I heard someone bellowing down the hallway “y/n!” peter screamed. He sprinted to my limp body. “ARE YOU OKAY?” he questioned worriedly. I was to exhausted to answer. I tried to focus on his bloody face but my vision kelt blurring. Slowly sounds faded to nothing and my vision faded to black.

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peter’s pov:

I couldn’t breathe it was like I had ran 20 miles. Flustered, I decided to call the only people I could think of for help.

My hand shakes as i dial the numbers. When he answers nothing but a squeaky sob leaves my mouth. “Woah kid, whats going on? Where are you? What happened?” His voice is laced with worry and i feel tears sting my eyes. “Help me?” He hangs up and 10 minutes later he runs in. “What. Happened.” I just look between her and him as tears escape my eyes. I feel his arms lightly wrap around me. “Okay kid, lets get her to the tower and you can talk there.”

Authors note: if you don’t understand peter is y/n’s brother. Sorry the first chapter is short but it felt right finishing it here.