He listened attentively, she thought. He absorbed information, and though she knew he would probably end up using it against her, she still told him.
Everything.
How they would break her things, how they would attack her until she was a bloody pile of broken bones and purple/yellow bruises. She told of how they gave her nightmares, ones she couldn't escape even while awake, and how she craved unconsciousness for the peace it brought her. How they pushed her down the stairs once, and didn't call an ambulance when she still hadn't moved five hours later. How they, children and adults alike, stepped over her unconscious bleeding body. How she'd had to drag herself to the hospital, broken legs and all, because the staff wouldn't let her use the phone. How they'd hide her schoolwork, or write rude things on it so she couldn't hand it in.
How no one cared.
They'd tried to drown her once, she said, indifferently, and when that failed they stopped her from receiving food for six days. She had collapsed on the seventh, and they had taken her to a hospital, where she was shown kindness for the first time in her life. When she'd gotten back, they set fire to her hair, and beaten her mercilessly. The adults joined in, and when the children were tired, they began to cut her. It was thanks to this that she had such a high pain threshold.
As she cried, she became conscious of a pair of strong arms encircling her, gently rocking her and whispering sweet nothings in her ear.
She fell asleep in Loki's arms, and for the first time in so long, she had no nightmares.
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Winter Sunshine
FanfictionSavannah Winters works for SHIELD, for the Avengers, for the sake of Earth. Right? But she is sitting in the bath, idly watching blood trickle down her wrists for the first time in ten years, when the phone rings. Loki is back, but somehow, not th...
