Jumping Realities - OC x Marvel

Chapter One - Brady

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Chapter One written by Brady.

"You're useless, you know that? All you ever do is sit in your room watching that stupid Marvel shit!" Is what I heard as I ran up to my bedroom. I have a shit family life, and don't have an appropriate caregiver. My sister often makes fun of me because of my regression tendencies, and my parents refuse to spend money on ADD medication. They are very often verbally abusing me because of my school grades and lack of attention.

I accidentally slam my door shut when I make it to my room. Oh fuck. I hear my dad's thundering footsteps coming up the stairs. I cower in my corner as he starts banging on the door. He grabs the screwdriver, and starts to undo the hinges on the door. The door falls over, and my father's large frame blocks the light from the hallway.

"I should've done this a long time ago!" He thunders as he walks over to my television.

"No!" I shout. Marvel is the only thing that helps me cope with life. My dad has often threatened to take it away before, but now he's actually doing it!

I run over to him to attempt to stop him, but I get a harsh slap to the face. I fall backwards, and feel my cheek. It stings like fire.

I get up and grab my emergency backpack while my dad is still taking the small TV from the wall. Without his noticing, I silently run out of the room and down the stairs. My mom jumps out at me, but I manage to out maneuver her and escape.

I run out the door, not looking back. I slow down once I'm half a mile away from the house. I always had a plan just in case, but I never truly refined it. I don't have anywhere to live! I don't have anyone I can live with. Am I just going to have to live on the streets from now on?

I sit down at a supermarket, and look through my backpack to see what I have. It's not much, only $118.87, a few sets of clothes, baby wipes and diapers for when I regress, a notebook, and a pencil. This is terrible. The $100 I have will barely be enough for food and drinks for a few days! I rub my forehead, feeling tiredness taking over my body. I ran/walked multiple miles in only an hour. I lay my backpack as a pillow, and try to fall asleep.