Chapter One- How Much Sorrow Can One Take?

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-Hello?

-D—Dad?

-Peter!? What are you doing calling from this number?

-D—Dad.. P—Please.. pick me up... please, daddy...

-Where are you?

-At.. Ginny's.. party.. please! Please come get me!

-Honey, what happened? Peter?

-Please... Daddy I can't stay here any longer.. please..

-Jesus, Peter.. Okay.. ahm.. Where exactly are you? Can you tell me, sweetie?

-I.. uh.. I'm on the second floor.. I guess... on the first.. bed.. bedroom...

-Okay, you're doing great, kiddo. Just hold on for me, okay? I'm coming for you. Can you do this? Stay where you are and I'll be there in two minutes. Okay?

-O—Okay.. Okay..

-Just hold on!

Tony hangs up before himself starts freaking out.

He gets his suit and immediately flies away to this damn party.

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In exactly two minutes, he can already see the house. He decides to fly through the window so nobody sees him.

He manages to enter the bedroom.

-Peter? Peter, it's me. Where are you?

-I'm here...

Tony looks down at the tiny figure beneath him, trembling on the floor. He has a black eye and there's blood coming from somewhere in his body. The kid's hugging his legs close to his chest and very tight, slightly rocking himself back and forth.

Tony gets down on his knees to see the situation better.

-God, kid.. Did someone hit you?

Peter just nods.

-What happened then, kiddo?

Peter has to close his eyes tight. He can't say it. He can't say the word.

-Pete?

-I can't..

-Can't what? I'm not gonna be mad at you, I promise. Just tell me what's going on, I'm worried..

-I can't.. I can't!

-Okay, okay. It's fine! Can you at least tell me why you called me from that number instead of yours?

-He.. He broke my cellphone.. I'm sorry.

-Is that the same person who did that to you?

He nods a yes.

-Okay.. Ahm.. Is that blood yours?

Tears start falling from Peter's eyes.

-Oh, kid.. What happened to you? I just wanna help, c'mon.. It's okay..

He doesn't answer.

Tony just sighs.

-What do you say if we sit down on the bed?

-O—Okay..

-Okay? Good, c'mon.

Tony doesn't notice, but there's drops of blood on the bed.

-When did this happen?

-Ahm.. I... like.. half an hour ago...

-Did you fight with somebody?

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