LONELY HEARTS | ❝You don't have to be a hero, just like I don't have to be sad all the time, but sometimes fate works in strange ways and, well, here we are❞
PRE-CIVIL WAR → HOMECOMING | PETER PARKER
BOOK ONE IN THE HERO OF HEROES SERIES
Plot: tinke...
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DIANA'S ENTIRE WORLD CAME CRASHING DOWN THAT DAY, STARTING WITH THE MENTION OF HARRISON THOMPSON. The man that had made his family's life a living hell, who had finally been arrested by none other than Gwen's father, who was never supposed to get out and see his family again. Diana grew sick at the thought of him, his sickly smile and the smell of alcohol that filled the apartment she had grown to call home. She could only imagine how Flash was feeling.
"How long?" was the first thing she asked. She just stared at Flash, her body slack and numb whereas he seemed to be tense and full of nerves.
"About two months ago," he said, almost conversationally, "Just showed up with mom one day for dinner and he didn't have a single drink."
She breathed a sigh of relief. "So, he's sober? He's done with drinking?"
Flash barked out a laugh. "You sound like Jesse. She believed it. Mom's always taken his side on everything, so she just let him come crawling back. Me, I didn't count on it. And I was right."
She frowned and reached out towards his arm, stopping when he grabbed her wrist. She stared at him steadily. "Has he hit you?"
Flash shook his head. "Shoved me. Screamed at me. But we've only let him have a few drinks, not like he used to. I'm counting down the days until he sneaks them and everything goes to shit."
She pulled her hand away slowly. "Is he living with you now?" She inwardly winced; it was as if she didn't live in that apartment as well, as if she were still living at the house in London.
He shook his head. "No, but he's over a lot. Sometimes mom lets him crash on the couch, but he's staying over at a friend of his usually. I almost forgot he had friends." He glanced down, smiling widely despite everything.
Diana stared helplessly at the boy, barely registering as she moved forward and pulled him into a hug, holding him tightly. She dropped her head onto his shoulder, trying to apologize without words, trying to convey just how sorry she was.
Flash just sat there, stiffly, waiting until she pulled away.
She continued to cling onto him, waiting until he hugged her back, but he never did. He just sat there, stiff as a board, waiting until she was done because he had never felt more betrayed in his entire life. Not that she would know.
"Flash," she whispered, gripping the back of his jacket.
"Don't ruin the fabric," he mumbled hoarsely, "I know it's not Danny's suits, but I didn't think I'd have to wear one to pick you up. Come on, we need to get home."
