Tom Holland One Shots - Completed

(Gone Wrong) Zoom Meeting ? Part 1 ?

A/N- This story has a lot of violence and abuse between parents and child. It gets very trigger warning near the middle, and there are mentions of suicide. Please if you are feeling depressed you can always talk to me about your issues. I am not a judgemental person and have gone through something similar to this. I will understand what you're going through. 

Person- Peter Parker

Warning(s)- Swears, violence, traumatic events, abuse, mentions of depression, attempted suicide.

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I was wearing my boyfriend Peter's shirt while wearing my favorite sweatpants. Peter and I have been together since freshmen year, we're both in Junior year now. He's never been over for one reason only, my parents. They argue all the time, sometimes they can get very violent towards each other and sometimes towards me. We just got back from Winter break and because of covid half, the city plus our school is shut down so we're doing a zoom call.

I pull out my desk chair, flipping on my desk light to add to the dim room with the limited sunlight. I sit down, opening my laptop, and smiling at the home screen of me and Peter kissing at a fair. MJ took the photo for us, that girl has some skills. I heard a bottle shatter in the distance making me turn my head quickly while pulling up the zoom call screen. Before I knew it my parents began yelling at each other. What was it about? Honestly, I've lost track at this point. Sighing softly I turn back towards my laptop and make sure I'm on mute but my camera is on so at least I'll be marked here.

After seeing a few people join, I click 'join the meeting.' I saw Peter's camera turn on and he looked like he just woke up, kinda like me. My hair was in a messy bun, he smiled which caused me to smile and look down, blushing lightly. I tried to tune out my parents as the class went on but they only got louder and more violent. My name got thrown around a few times and before I knew it they were arguing about me and my life. 

It's been a few hours, the last class before our lunch break which is an hour and a half long. I'm currently in Chemistry and my teacher asked me a question. I typed my response but that wasn't enough. "Ms. Willsterm turn on your microphone and answer." My teacher Mr. Slone told me but I just shook my head and typed in the chat no thank you. "Ms. Willsterm, either turn on your mic or leave my class and take an F for the semester." My eyes widened at his order, debating quickly between turning it on or leaving it off and failing. I didn't have long to think because he began counting so I just sighed and turned on my microphone.

As soon as it was turned on they could hear my parents screaming at each other about my life and their debts. "You're an alcoholic Issac!" My mother screamed before my father retorted "well you're not any better Irene! You can't stop using drugs!" I turned my head towards them, right as they brought me into it. "What about Ari?" My father questioned and my mother was a bit confused "what about her?" There was a bottle smash and my body flinched. "She's a bitch!" My father exclaimed and my mother from what I could assume shoved him. 

I heard as his body fell into the table, causing what was on it to fall and break when hitting the ground. "Don't call her that!" My mother screamed at him as my father continued "she's a hyperactive little bastard that's ruining our lives! She's the reason I always drink and you take drugs because she's too much for you!" I lowered my head slightly, my class's voices drowning out. My parents going back and forth, their voices merging almost. Although, they both caused me pain. 

"She's always inside, she would only go outside for school."    "Well that's your fault, Issac, you leave so many bruises on her that she can't go outside, or else you'd get taken from us!"     "Shut the fuck up Irene, we both know it's your fault she never goes outside. She's too worried over your dumbass self to leave your side yet you hit her whenever you get too annoyed by her presence."    "Now that I think about it Irene, she has a lot of your traits."    "Is that so!?"    "Yeah! She's a dumbass like you, she's hyperactive and not in the fucking good way, she bruises easily which is always bad which restricts her from going outside-"   "see! It's your fault, you just admitted it. You're the only dumbass here!" 

"Let me finish bitch! She's also fat and ugly, clearly, she got it from you! No wonder she's single, who would want to date a pig like her? Never eating, never going outside, always quiet in class, always acting depressed. I swear to god she's fucking faking. I bet she does it all for attention, she's an attention-seeking whore."    "Issac get out!"    "Fuck off! Where is that bitch?! She hasn't left her room since the morning session-"  

My body tensed and I got up, I went to the door. I dragged my chair with me and put it against the knob as if to hold him back. Everything was blurring out, I grabbed the shirt I was wearing and balled it up, something I did whenever I got petrified. My body began visibly trembling as my father pounded on the door and yelled "open up bitch!" I bit my lip as the door shook the harder he pounded. "If you don't open this door, it'll be a lot worse!" He said but we both know opening the door wouldn't change the outcome.

The chair got shoved against me knocking me back slightly as the door slammed open. My dad was hunched over, clearly drunk as hell as he held two broken bottles. "You little bitch-" I stuttered "d-dad please, I'm sorry." I got onto my knees "p-please, I'll do whatever you want. Don't hurt me today..please" he raised an eyebrow at my begs and scoffed. "Are you telling me what to do now? Bitch I am the father here, you follow my rules!"

He stomped over to me and grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking me up and I cried out in pain. I grabbed onto his wrist trying to get him to loosen it as he took the broken bottles and smashed them against my skin, they broke on impact and I closed my eyes and made a soft squeak from pain. He slammed my head into the door before letting go and shoving me to the floor. He kicked me in the ribcage right as my mother came running in trying to pull him off. He grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall. He lifted her off the ground and yelled "every day! You try and stop me but you always fail, be a good slave and sit down. You can't do shit and you know it yet you still try."

He punched my mother in the face, sure to leave a bruise before throwing her to the side. "Now you, you attention seeking whore. Starving yourself, staying inside, acting depressed. Get up." He spoke and I was in so much agonizing pain I couldn't move before he screamed "get the fuck up!" He grabbed me by the back of my neck and lifted me up. I was panting heavily, a wound across my shoulder and head. Blood dripping down my body as my father grabbed the shirt. "Let me guess, you're just faking. Your body is gonna be fat as always with no scratch on it."

He told me with a tone like he was speaking the truth. He grabbed the shirt and tore it down the middle, leaving me in my black workout bra. "Look at that, fat as always and barely a scratch on you." But from my class's view, they could see all sides. I had a floor mirror, letting them see my front side while my back was towards them. I had whip marks, belt marks, bruises, cuts, and scars all over my back. While I had twice as much on the front side.

"Pathetic. You're a waste of space Ari, I hope you know we never wanted you. You were an unplanned pregnancy, we didn't want you and didn't want to keep you but you restricted us from abandoning you." He let go and began undoing his belt. But before he could do anything there was a knock on the door. "Hello? I heard screaming! Come to the door or I'll call the police!" It was one of the neighbors, I did a small prayer that I have a chance. "Stay there or else you won't be leaving your room today." 

He left and I glanced at my mother, she was passed out on the ground. I used my chair and struggled to get up. My body trembling as I just remembered I had class. I sat down and scooted over, answering the question my teacher had asked 10 minutes ago. I glanced up, my eyes brimming with tears from the pain as almost everyone has their cellphones out. Peter had left, his camera was on but he was gone. I leaned back in the chair, sighing softly as I glanced over at the knife hidden under some stuff. I reached over and grabbed it. 

I repeated out loud as I hit record to my personal audio diary. "Day 6,345. 17 years old, Ari, Druke, Willsterm. Was thrown around as always and I have a small window of chance. My boyfriend Peter Parker, I love you and always will. I'm gonna have to leave school, I wonder how my classmates and teachers will react." I pulled out the knife I glanced at it and spoke "I've known for a while that if you stab into the carotid arteries, you'll die faster." I heard the door slam shut and a table gets shoved into the wall. 

"This will be my last entry, today is the day I end my pain." I brought the knife up to my throat and stabbed it into my throat right as my father came barreling into my room. There was a chorus of screams as my bedroom window was smashed. My vision blurred as I weakly glanced around, a flash of red. My father fighting the red blur as my mother lays still on the floor. I can only hope that she has died too and is going to find peace in the new world. As my body tumbled to the floor I heard the echo of police sirens outside and my name being called before everything went dark.