My Peter Parker(Andrew Garfield)

everyone meet my mother..

(Annabelle's POV) two weeks later

Nothing much has happened between me and peter yet since that night, he's been acting kind of weird lately ever since uncle ben died. Apparently he got caught up in a shooting, but it just also happens that Peter was there which must have been a horrible thing to witness.

A death of someone that you love changes a person, I mean it would change me that's for sure.

I've been trying to visit as often as I can but peters never around so I don't see him much anymor-. my train of though had just collapsed when I heard shards of glass fall onto the floor, and someone(sounding like a middle aged woman) muttering to themselves. Something about having to deal with the consequences what even that means. But then I remembered.

Oh shit my mums home.

Remember when I said I would tell you about my mother when the time was more relevant? Well I mean what better time is there than the present?

When I used to "misbehave"(big air quotes on that by the way), and when I say misbehave I really mean leaving a bowl or dish out on the side, even though I had to clean it up anyway. Its just a stupid thing to over react about don't you think?. Anyways I'm getting off topic.

She would punish me by shoving me in a box crate and would leave me in there until she felt like it, or needed someone to do the dishes for her. Parenting am I right? It was a dark box covered with signs that I had probably read repeatedly over almost a hundred times. "Very fragile" and "This way up", just like you're average box that a kid gets shoved into.

Why would you even choose to have kids if you're going to treat them like shit? .She was a great mum to me before my dad died but ever since she's acted like she doesn't even know me. I was only five and she's treated like I'm some sort of vermin living in her house, I just wish she cared even the littlest bit, you know?

I mean who wouldn't want their mother to love them or show then the littlest bit of affection?. But no, I cant even have that. Oh well some people cant have everything they wish for.

although I think that's where all my problems started. Insomnia, an irrational fear of the dark, and panic attacks and such forth. The root of all my problems. Just all the little things watering the root to make this big tree, full of all my problems and it just keeps growing and growing and growing until one day.

Snap.

Well we can get back with the actual story now that you have more context between the relationship between me and my 'mum' .

When I started to walk down the stairs, I saw my mum in the kitchen.

on the floor. As per usual.

I mean I didn't worry too much, she only ever come back here when she has no where to sleep, is drunk or cant remember where she was previously staying.

"Mum get up off the floor, why are you even here?" I asked trying to help her off of the ground.

"I don't need help from a narrow-minded, selfish, lousy mouthed brat like you" She slurred whilst swaying from side to side unable to keep her balance .

"oh don't worry I learned it all from you, my loving mother" I said trying not to let her collapse to the ground again.

" I've got a good mind to shove you back in that crate where you belong, you've become a very vain and nasty little girl".
Isn't that what every mother says?

no wonder you killed you're father." she said aggressively

You know most of the things she has said never really hurt me, but how could she ever dare to say that. She knows what happened wasn't my fault, yet she still continuously uses it against me as some kind of way to blame me for what happened.

" You know what happened that night, how dare you!"

"No. How dare you. You get to live with the fact that's he's gone, the fact you were in that car with him, you were the one that made him crash , and that you were the one that killed him. I will never forgive you for that. Ever. I will only ever see you are the girl that killed my husband.

A murderer ."

I was done trying to please her. Whatever I did it would never be good enough. I would never be good enough.

At this point I had stopped trying to hold her and let let her go, she fell once again on the cold tiles, not even trying to get back up off the floor. She found the closest thing to her and threw it at me(which with just my luck was a china plate).

She threw it on the wall behind me making sure that the pieces of china would hit me, shards of the once beautiful plate was now scraped along my skin creating cuts going along my face.

I didn't know what to do, the only thing I could think of was getting out of the house until she was gone. I decided to go to peters house until things had all cleared up and I could think straight.

as I knocked on his door, I was welcomed by Aunt May. I tried to keep my head down so she couldn't see the blood dripping down my face. I wasn't so much in physical pain more emotional, having your own mother say such horrible things about her own daughter. Her flesh and blood. Hurts more than I thought. The only people I have now is Peter and Aunt May. Otherwise I'd end up all alone just like my mother.

"Oh hello Annabelle, What a lovely surprise, how are you?" she said giving me and hand gesture indicating for me to come in.

"I'm Great, thanks. Is Peter around?" I said lowering my head even more so she couldn't see the cuts along my face. I mean as you guys have witnessed I'm obviously not okay, but if I say I'm not okay then ill have to explain why, and talk about it and explain my feelings and my whole life story and that's not really what I want to be doing right now, I just want to hang out with Peter so he could take my mind off of the whole situation.

"No, he rushed off somewhere like usual, but if you want you can wait for him?". She said with a kind smile on her face. I could tell she was worried about him running off all the time. He wouldn't talk to her about it, and when I ask him he says he's out and if we can just forget about it. What a dick he's being.

as I walked upstairs headed to his room, the news was on so I decided to focus on something else and listen in.

"And As we continue on with our day, so has Spiderman with saving our lives. Just the other day he saved a family from a burning fire. Spiderman, we give our thanks to you. Who ever you are."

There were a lot of mixed opinions on Spiderman. Some say that he's a vigilante and should just let the police do whatever their doing and if he's trying to save the city then why is he covering his face?people think that he's trying to hide something by covering his face . Others said that he's a hero and that we need more people like him. I agree that he is a hero and that we are all grateful for him saving peoples lives, and that some people are just so fucking ungrateful.

then I heard the window open and close in a rush only to find Peter in the Spiderman costume.

"PETER???"

"So your Spiderman. Huh, I did not see that coming

hey guys this was the end of this chapter. sorry that there wasn't much of peter in this one but on the next chapter he's going to be in all of it. I just wanted you guys to meet the mum and to hear the backstory and stuff... anyways hope you guys like it leave comments!!!

What do you guys think will happen next???

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