accismus | nat x reader x wanda

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*Third-person*

italics=[y/n]'s inner thoughts

[y/n] [y/l/n] sat on the window sill, in a small apartment in Queens, gazing out at the busy street below her.

Tomorrow was the day she was going to leave this place, to get out of her father's grasp. It was the day she turned eighteen, legally being an adult, she would be able to live on her own. She had been planning out the day since her 12th birthday when her father stripped her of her innocence.

She had tried leaving when she was fifteen, but when her father caught her, the only thing she was left with that day were more scars.

He was an alcoholic. He had gone down that path since her mother died when she was five. It broke him. The loving father she once knew began lashing out at her and hitting her. She tried to blame the alcohol, but deep down she knew it was him too. He was a sick monster. It got worse the older she got, every night she would pray he had passed out from the alcohol and not take advantage of her. She tried her best to stay out of his way, but it apparently wasn't enough.

She packed her bag that night, taking food, warm clothes, and bottled water. She didn't have a phone, the one she had bought for herself had been smashed by him. It didn't help that she had to keep two jobs to pay rent because he couldn't hold one down, sacrificing her schooling in the process.

[y/n]'s mother dad passed away when [y/n] was only five. Though she doesn't remember that much about what her mother was like, some of her father's drunken complaining had given her some insight. She was, supposedly, very kind and (according to her father) way better than [y/n].

Once she had all the things she though she needed, she curled up in her blanket of a bed and hoped he wouldn't come to her room.

...

The next day she woke up early so she could sneak food out of the kitchen without him catching her. She teleported to the kitchen, without making a sound. It was a mess, there were empty vodka and whiskey bottles everywhere and dirty dishes littered the small countertop. She shuddered at the sight of him passed out laying on the ratty couch with stains all over his white shirt. She jumped as he stirred from the couch, throwing her bag over her shoulder and standing still unable to move.

"Where are you going?" He grumbled to her, eyes half open.

"I, uh, I'm going to the store, to pick up some food." She stuttered out.

He takes another swing of the beer in his hand and crumples it with his hand, making her jump at the sudden loud noise.

"Don't lie to me bitch! I see that bag you got!" He yelled stumbling towards her.

"I- I'm not lying !" She tried to yell back as he neared but the sound that came out was fraile sounding. As used to his yelling as she was, she was still afraid of what he could do to her.

He went to smack her and she braced, putting her arms out. She yelped as his hand came in contanct with her face.

"G-go back to your r-room." The alcohol was affecting his speech.

She didn't hesitate to run to the front door and out of the house, though he quickly came running after her and she teleported in a panic.

She opened her eyes, finding herself in central park. She had gone there with her mother when she was five, it was just a couple days before...the accident. It was the first place that came to mind. A few people gave her weird looks, but she wasn't noticed other than that.

Thank god people in New York mind their own damn buissness.

She was free. He was gone, out of her life, sure it was a day early, but she'd take it.

She exited the park, giving a few people smiles here and there. She ventured out into the city. Ready to make a new life for herself. Well, ready to try.

...

After a few days of--well to put it lightly-- living on the streets she found a place to live, using her savings for the downpayment. It was a small shoebox apartment, if even that. At 500 square feet, she had a small kitchen, living room, bathroom, and bedroom that she could barley afford. But hey, it was something.

But there she was, free, safe, and happy.

For now.

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a/n

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