Tony Stark's Daughter

Chapter 18

It has been 2 weeks since the incident and somehow the girls from the beach took photos of your scars and posted them online. Only hours after posting the pictures went viral, Tony tried to take them down but they just keep getting reposted. Everyone saw them, thousands and thousands of people commented on them. Some were nice saying they hope i feel better soon, others were horrid, saying I that I should finish the job, I should end it or that I'm doing it for attention and got the girls to post it so I seemed like the victim.

Pepper is on a business trip, Thor and Loki went to Asgard to take care of some things and everyone else is on a mission taking down another Hydra base so I am left alone with Friday.

I have my first tharapy session today with this Dr. Newman. I go to the common room where we are going to meet. I get there and the tharapist isn't there, I sit on the couch and wait.

20 minutes pass and finally he comes through the doorway. "Sorry for being late, I was busy with my... other patient." he says.

"Yeah, its fine. Lets just get this over and done with." I say already irritated from sitting here for 20 minutes.

We talk for 40 minutes, before him leaving. He leaves me in tears, no comforting came from him. Bitch. He explained how it was my fault for the beach incident and the pictures being spread across the web was karma for commiting a 'sin'.

I grab my phone and dial Tony hoping he will pick up even though he is on a mission. The phone rings 3 times before he picks up.

"Hey Kiddo, whats up I'm kinda busy right now?" I can here Tony is out of breath and a bunch of background noise that sounds like gun fire and explosions.

"The therapist is horrid, I hate him. He doesn't do his job right and-"

"Give him a chance, he is the best of his speciality. I gotta go now though. Bye." Tony interupts me.

"Dad I mean it, he isn't good he-" before I could finish he hangs up on me. I throw my phone in frustration. 'DAMN IT"

I go to my room, I had a punching bag put up in my room since I can't go into the training rooms because there are sharp things I could 'play' with. For 30 minutes I hit the bag let off some steam. When I finish my knuckles are blood and I'm sweating from every crevice.

I go for a shower and I wrap my knuckles after popping an advil. I go to the movie room and binge watch the twilight movies to make fun of Bella. After I go to bed with my knuckles wrapped and still sore in many ways this was another way of self harm.

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I go to the common room again for the second therapy session. I wait for 20 minutes again because Dr. Newman was late. He walks in to the room finally with his shirt half tucked into his pants and trying to fix his tie.

"Rough night?" I ask plainly.

"You couldn't imagine."

"I bet I could." We talk for 20 minutes about my mental health and more about the cutting before he starts to walk around the room.

"You know you're a very beautiful young woman?" He says. slowly walking towards me. I'm leaning on  the counter with a glass of orange juice I just got.

"Thanks I geuss."

"I would like to see you later tonight, you seem very nice." He is now only a couple of inches away. His hands reaches for my side before I step out of the way. 

"I'm sorry, I have plans... with my boyfriend." I lied trying to get out of the situation. This 40 something year old is trying to ask me out.

"Come on honey, it will be fun." I back to a wall drink still in my hand. Newman puts his hand on the wall beside me. Without thinking I splash the orange juice into his face. I try my hardest not to laugh at the sight of him drenched in my drink.

"I think you should leave. Now." The 'doctor' leaves the building leaving a trail of orange juice behind him. "Fucking creep".

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It's been two days since the last therapy session and a week and a half since everyone but me, left. It's been lonely. Loki said he would stay in contact but never did.

I'm starting to feel left out again. It's always like this everyone leaves for a while and I'm left alone with my thoughts and Friday but I can't trust them.

I would go out and have some fun but because of this house arrest thing, Friday won't let me leave or go to certain parts of the tower, like the training rooms, weapons room, infirmary and more. The only way out is possibly though the vents without Friday seeing some how.

I try to call Pepper but she doesn't pick up, I try Natasha and then Pepper again but nothing. Now I feel very alone.