𝒀𝑬𝑳𝑳𝑶𝑾 | the punisher
" she's become like you frank. she's sees a threat, she feels the need to eliminate it."
and you know for you i'd bleed myself dry
for you i'd bleed myself dry
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CHAPTER TWO — i dream of maria
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I COULD FEEL MY BREATH HITCH AS I KNOCK ONCE MORE. Only for it to be unanswered, again. Come on Pete. Don't leave me out here. I raise my hand again but before I could knock Pete opens the door, he looks down at me brows furrowing at my unexpected presence. His entire demeanor began to soften when he realized I had been crying, eyes flickering between me and then the scene behind me before guiding me inside.
He began to calmly speak to me with a strict tone. "Where the hell have you been I-" his sentence immediately came to a halt once he had closed the door, turning to me he gives me a concerned look. "What's going on out there?" he asks and I couldn't help but stand there, completely silent, trying my best to process everything that's happening. But it only made things evidently worse as I began to let out quiet sobs, Pete only stood there looking at me like he didn't know what to do, or how to react. I gasped for air between sobs as my whole body began to quiver.
All Pete did was sigh before guiding me over to a small table that sat in the corner of his living-room. It was very spacious due to the minimum furniture, so there was a light echo that followed behind my sobs. Once he had me sat he immediately got on one knee, rubbing my back as as an act of consolation as his brows furrowed.
"Hey, look at me. It's alright. Okay? I got you now.". He paused for a moment. Using his much larger hand to wipe away a few stray tears before smoothing out the wild mess of hair on my head—presumably created by the soft gusts of wind that hit me outside.
"I wanna help you kid. But you gotta tell me what's going on." I picked anxiously at my cuticle. I wasn't sobbing anymore, but I didn't stop crying either. My foot tapping against the wood floor as I tried my absolute best to catch my breath.
Pete seemed like he didn't mind and took his time with me. Grabbing the only other dining chair in the room before placing it in front of me and sitting down. Elbows perched on his knees, waiting patiently for my delayed response as my breathing thankfully began to slow.
"He's dead."
"What?" I could spot a tinge of confusion in his eyes as he looked at me. As if he couldn't believe the words that had just came out of my mouth.
"They killed him. Those guys outside, they killed my dad." I almost whispered to him. My voice was shaky, and I was still in a questionable state. But there wasn't so much as a pinch of doubt in the way he looked at me.
"Those guys out there?" He asks.
"Yeah." I confirmed my eyes flickering towards the locked door behind him that most likely hid away the sight of my—now late—father being carried away in a body bag. The man's dragging sigh before pulling me from the mindless trance as he began mumbling something under his breath.
