Spider-Man; Revealed V.2

Chapter 16- Too Much

Two weeks, that was how long until finals started, that was how long until Peter could start working every other day and saving up as much money as possible. 

With Skip around Ms. Bea refused to take any money from Peter, claiming Skip had to hold his own in her home with all the extra expense be brought. 

With everything going on, especially the conversation had with Ned and MJ, he had figured out pretty quickly that they hadn't gone to the principal, or anyone else for that matter. 

Peter spoke to his principal to set up him testing out a couple weeks early, using the excuse of wanting to work as hard as he can to save up quickly to go to college after a year of working. 

He saw them both in the hallways on that last day, when he took the tests. Ned gave him a look of pity, as if he wanted to reach out and hug him. 

MJ was the exact opposite. She looked angry, like she wanted to punch him in the face for calling out her problems that she so desperately tried to hide away from. 

Peter did feel bad about what he said to his friends, but he knew it was better this way. For the safety of everyone.  

It was a valid plan, one he just didn't know if it would work out or not considering everything going on. 

He thought of the Children's home, Ms. Bea. How would he even leave the home knowing Skip could hurt any of the kids at anytime? 

It was something constantly in the back of Peter's mind. The what if's. 

But then that night happened, Peter had gotten home from school early after finishing his tests, with luck in a few days he'd be able to pick up his diploma, and Skip was heavily drunk.

Not drinking a few beers drunk. Drinking Vodka in the middle of the day drunk. Peter immediately smelled it when he walked in the door, dreading what would come next. 

What happened was what had quickly become usual for Peter, getting beat, punches thrown and a few kicks.

Many words being thrown at him, about how dirty he was, how he was used up, once Skip seemingly had enough Peter stumbled to the bathroom, cleaned his face up of any blood and made it to his room and crashed onto the bed. 

He often went to sleep without eating in those days. Fearing cooking again for Skip would call him a fairy boy, and so much worse, for doing an apparently 'feminine' task. 

Bull shit in Peter's opinion, but his didn't matter anymore anyhow. He just didn't want yet another beating, so practically starving himself was the only answer.

Peter passed out for the entire afternoon and evening, he only woke up because he heard the scrape of the dresser moving from behind the door. 

Peter sat up immediately, ready for anything. Skip stunk of alcohol, Vodka like earlier, beer and probably a lot more, Skip made his way to the edge of Peter's bed. 

Skip sat there for a moment then he spoke up.

"You take the punches so well Peter, just like the good boy you used to be-" Skip started moving towards him, Peter stilled, he felt like he couldn't move. 

The moment Skips hands touched him he recoiled, trying to move as far away from him as possible. 

Skip ran his head over Peter's curls. 

"Your so cute when you wake up, hair all over the place. Looking like you've just been exhausted in the most depraved of ways..."Skip looked as though he was imagining that exact scenario.