Fanaa (Peter Parker)

Chapter 4

I can feel your aching bones.

I see your heart is bleeding too, let me bleed instead of you.

T.W. -Sexual assault

Fuck him. I groan out loud as I stumble across the darkened streets of New Orleans. I can't believe he did that.

Why are men such assholes?

I continue on my path home as I keep stumbling as my drunken state is not helping the situation. I shouldn't even by out right now, but since my lovely boyfriend wanted to be a complete dick, here I am.

I rub my tired eyes as I look up and see I'm a few blocks away from my house. I sigh in relief and continue on. I hear my phone ring and look down at the caller I.D. Margo. I answer the phone and hold it up to my ear.

"Girl, where did you go? I tried to ask Gabe, but he brushed me off and won't speak to me."

"Yeah, well Gabe is a dick, so I left the party. I'm walking home right now." I shiver lightly as the cold night winds hit my not-very-clothed body.

"Iris, what the fuck? You should not be out alone at this hour. Do you forget where we live?"

I roll my eyes and sigh. "Margo, I'm fine. I'm a few blocks away from home and I promise I'll text you when I get there, okay?"

"No, just stay on the phone with me until you get home."

I'm seriously not in the mood for this but I don't want to be rude. I know she is just looking out for me. "Look, I love you and I appreciate you looking out for me, but I just want to be left alone to my thoughts. I caught Gabe kissing another girl and I'm not in the mood for chit-chat."

"Omg, I knew he was a piece of shit. I'm sorry Rosati, but it's his loss. Just call me when you get home, alright?" God, I hate that phrase. It's always 'his loss' isn't?

"Yeah, I will. Bye Bitch, all the love." I hang up the phone before she can respond and continue home. As I'm almost one block away from my house, a man calls out to me from the dark alley next to me. I see he has two other guys with him. Great. Just great. Now I have to put up with this bullshit. I try to ignore them and keep on walking, but he reaches out and grabs my arm.

"Where do you think you're going princess?" I look at the men in front of me and they look to be in their late 20s to early 30s. They weren't overweight but you could tell they haven't seen a gym in a hot minute.

"Obviously away from here, but not like that was any of your fucking concern." I try to wrench my arm out of his grasp, but he just tightens his grip and drags me to the alley with the others.

"Get the fuck off of me you dick." I try to hit him with my other arm, but he just pushes it away and throws me against the wall. Fuck, that hurt my already bad back. I get out of his grasp and swing my first, which connects with his already ugly ass face.

His face turns violently as my fist throbs from the impact. He spits the blood out that was forming in his mouth and wraps his arm tightly around my throat. "You're going to pay for that princess."

He tightens his grip around my throat, cutting off my circulation as I try and gasp for breath. God this is not happening. Please, please, please tell me this is not real. I feel my heart rate pick up at the situation I'm in and I feel the panic start to kick in. I start thrashing around violently, but the other guys step in and halt my movements.

"Stay still princess, I promise it will be over soon." They start to laugh as they begin taking my clothes off.

The guy holding my neck rips my crop top from my body and then tries to take my bra off. I start to resist so he hits me as hard as possible across my face. My head flies to the side as it begins to throb. I feel tears run down my face as the other guys try and take my pants off.