Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 12

We get to the beach after buying Loki a simple pair of green swim shorts and get changed in the changes room provided at the beach.

I change into my bathing suit but before I leave I realize today will be the first time in public my self harm scars will be shown to the world. The ones on my thighs were obvious now and Loki hasn't see those ones yet. The ones on my arm look like it went through a lawnmower.

I grab my cover and put it on. It's long enough to cover my thighs but I'm not lucky enough to have one with sleeves.

I gather my clothes and head out of the change room to meet shirtless Loki. He instantly notices the marks on my arm showing and waves his hand causing a faint green light to appear over them.

"It's just a simple shapeshifting spell. As long as we are close enough they won't show."

"Thank you." I say quietly.

We go to a clearing on the sand and put out our blankets to lay on. Loki seems overly excited when he sees the crystal blue waters ahead.

"Come swim with me." Loki says practically bouncing around like a child.

"I will later I'm going to try and get a tan first." I lie, I don't feel comfortable with the scars on my thighs showing to Loki yet.

Loki sprints to the water and wades out 20 feet to swim and just flout on his back enjoying the cool waters of the ocean as small waves slowly push him back to shore.

While Loki is swimming I notice some people looking at me. There are 3 females in small bikinis talking to each other.

They start to walk over to wear I lay. I close my eyes and pretend I'm sleeping but I notice that the sun has been covered that had once been on my face. I open my eyes to see the women staring at me.

"Sasha Stark, isn't this a surprise." One of them says with a smirk.

I recognize them, they are the snobby girls from my high school. I got Tony to put me in a public high school so I could actually make friends but these jerks decided I was the perfect candidate from there harassment.

It went on for all four years. Each year getting worse and worse as they made fun of how I looked, how I dressed, how I acted, hell even me being part of the avengers. It was horrid.

"Hello Whitney, what do you want?" I say with no emotion in my voice. I don't want to deal with their shit today.

"I just wanted to see how our 'favourite' person is doing." She says "and looking at those scars on your arm you're not doing the best." She lets out a cold harsh laugh and the two others follow along.

Rachel and Jordan have always been her little minions, following around and making fun of people non stop.

I cover my scars with my other hand cringing that they are showing again, Loki must have gotten to far out in the water for the magic to work.

"What? Are you ashamed of what you did. If you're embarrassed to show them you shouldn't have did it bitch."

"Please go." I say in a whisper of a voice.

"Do you have rich daddy issues, is that why you marked your self up. Or is it just for the attention?"

"Please go." I say again with a louder voice but I stutters.

"Look, she even cut up her thighs." Rachel points out. My cover rid up to show them. I sit up and pull it back down to cover it again.

I feel small in their shadows, small and weak with their words eating away at me.

"If your going to hurt your self, why not just end it already. That will get all the attention you want." Whitney continues "new paper headlines 'the famous Tony Starks daughter, commits suicide.' Wouldn't that be special."

My eyes tear up and the odd tear falls down my checks.

"And now she's crying. Let's leave this little whore alone let her think of ways to end it for the fame she wants so badly." Says Whitney walking away, Rachel and Jordan follow her.

I wipe away the tears as I see Loki walking back to me to investigate what was going on.

I put on a smile and wave in his direction.

" is everything okay? Who were those people?" Loki asks.

"They were just... old friends from high school." I say. The scars are covered again and I let out a small sigh though it doesn't matter anymore.

Loki goes back to the water and I lay back down just hoping a volley ball doesn't hit me while I 'sleeps'. My mind is going a mile a minute with everything that Whitney said. At this point I just wanted to go back and sleep even with it being so early.

I do wonder what the headlines would be if I ended it. Would there be anything on the news? Would people even care? Another depressed young adult killing her self, nothing new about that.

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Around 4 hours past and I never went in the water once. Loki did try to get me to come in but I just said I was to tired.

Loki did come and lay with me for the last 30 minutes after being totally worn out from swimming and attempting to play volley ball but failing horribly.

We decide to go home since we were both a couple of shades darker and getting tired from the people around.

We get home after changing and go up to our room. We both collapse on the couch and just sit there.

"We need dinner." I'm the first one to talk after getting in the room. I'm overly hungry but we have no left overs and nothing to use to make food ourselves.

I look over to Loki to looks at me. He lets out a long sigh and stands up with a swing of his feet. "Fine. I'll go get something and then make something. Any requests?"

"Thank you. And anything is good with me." I say with a little smile.

Loki heads out the door closing it behind with with a little goodbye.

The moment he is gone I start balling. The thoughts of the beach all come flooding back like a tsunami, knocking me over.

I go to the bathroom not even caring to close let alone lock the door. I go to the cupboard and move the feminine products out of the way and grab the razors hiding beneath.