Spider-Man: Homecoming Preferences and Imagines

Abuse ~ Peter x Reader

Request for abbeywashere

Major trigger warning!!!! Talks about abuse and suicide!! If you're sensitive to those kind of topics please don't read!!
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(Y/n)'s Point Of View

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"That's it, dad! I'm leaving!" I scream at my drunken father who fails to form any sort of reaction due to his wasted state. "It's not like mom would care anyways!" I cry out while slamming my stuff into a small suitcase.

I calls my 25 year old boyfriend, Paul, that I've been dating for a couple of months on my way out of my old home that never truly felt like a home, and I slam the door behind me in the process. "Can I move in with you" I ask, not even trying to conceal what I feel whatsoever.
He agrees and picks me up in my weak state from the apartment building I used to live in.

That's when everything changed. I first noticed it during the car ride to where I'd now live when Paul 'playfully' hit me, expect this time it hurt... and it hurt a lot.

~~six months later~~

"Excuse me, are you (your full name)?" A man said coming up to me at my empty table in the corner of the hectic lunch room of my high school. I nodded my head slowly, suddenly snapping out of my trance. "Please come with me."

I stood up slowly, getting dizzy when I did so, to follow him. "You can bring your lunch with you." The teacher suggested, but I just shook my head while leaving it exactly where it is with no intention of coming back to get it.

From there I was transferred to a small room with a really nice lady who asked me all kinds of questions about life at home, but I refused to answer any of them.

"Ugh" the school therapist said with a heavy sigh connected to it. "You can't just sit there without saying a word." I ignored this too. Why am I even here?

"How did you get the bruises?" The therapist bluntly said after losing her patience.
"B-bruises?" I questioned, trying to play it off cool, but it was so obvious that I was shocked that the lady knew about them. "What bruises?"

The therapist sighed again, "The gym teacher saw them covering your whole body."
"Well I don't know what he's talking about!" I shouted with tears in my eyes as I got up to run out the door.

On my way out I made eye contact with golden brown eyes that were so inviting, and fluffy brown hair that was scattered across the boys head. I tried faking a smile and walking past him, but he grabbed my arm and attempted to talk to me. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked, trying to meet his eyes with mine, but I refused to look up from the white tile floor. "Nothing, I'm fine!" I said a little too harshly.
"No, you're not fine." He said, hoping I'd listen. "I know." I finally raised my eyes to meet his. "Let's ditch school for the day, okay?" The boy suggested, and I was about to agree to it, but then I caught myself. Paul would be angry. "I don't even know you."

I began to walk away, but the boy wouldn't leave me alone and he followed me instead of going our separate ways. "Well, I'm Peter." Peter said with a heart warming smile that could brighten a whole town.  I thought for a moment, Paul doesn't have to know about this. "Okay.... fine, Peter. I'm (y/n)" I said, walking with him out the school doors.