Teen Wolf Imagines

Savior -Peter Hale

prompt - peter finds a girl who's been attacked in his car park, can he help save her after years of abuse
Pairing - Peter Hale x reader
Warnings - trigger, abused reader, detailed description of beating.
A/n - flash backs in italics, the is a detailed account of abuse reader stuffers.  Also sorry it's been so long since my last update, I have been writing Christmas one shots ready for posting in December
Story

You felt the rough stones and sharp glass in your feet as you ran, but the adrenaline and fear made it not hurt. Your lungs burnt as you forced yourself not to stop. It had been over ten blocks since you heard his voice, but you needed to keep running. If he'd caught you, you knew he would definitely kill you this time. You found an indoor car park something made you run in to hide and catch your breath. You saw a large bin, like the ones in the back of bars and restaurants, quickly hiding behind it. Once you stopped the pain of the beating your step father had given you was to come back. The cold night air ate at your skin, as you brought you knees to you chest using the dirty torn tee shirt to cover some of your legs. Without warning you start to cry a mix of pain and emotion.

Peter got out his car locking it walking to the lift to his penthouse. He was about to press the button when he heard a heartbeat coming from the far corner of the car park. Curiosity got the better of him he walked towards the sound, the closer he got he could heard staggered breathing like someone was crying.

He called out "hello, who ever is here it's privet property leave now" looking at a large bin. No one came out, Peter was about to say something else more threatening this time but stopped when he heard a voice "please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me" over and over. He wouldn't of heard the girls words if he didn't have his werewolf hearing, it was burly a whisper.

When he looked the girl looked tiny, crouched up between the wall and the bin. He noticed bruises over her arms and legs, goose bumps covered her skin as he saw she only had a short sleeve tee-shirt on and her underwear. The girl wore no shoes and Peter could see the blood on the soles of her feet, guessing at some point she's stepped on glass. He crouched down becoming more her level. His voice became softer "I'm not going to hurt you" he said. The girl looked up at him although she was 20 at the moment to peter she looked at lot younger, she was thin and looked malnourished her skin was pale under the patches of bruises old and new.  As she lifted her head Peter's stomach turned when he saw the large bruise around her neck, like she'd been strangled with something.

"my name is Peter, I live here come with me I'll help you" he said but the girl tensed up pushing her back more into the wall. Peter held out his hand, she looked at it his eyes then to his hand unsure to take his hand after a few seconds she weakly lifted her hand it looked so small in his. Once in his penthouse she stood by the door nervous. he gave her some clean warm clothes and pointed to the bathroom so she could get changed. after a few minuets she came out peter was waiting on the couch , a small bowl of warm water and a first aid kit was on the table next to a glass of water and 2 small glass of whiskey. he saw the way she looked at the table, "water to rehydrate you, the whiskey one to warm you up and the other for me" he said with a smile trying to make her feel more comfortable. she still looked unsure, peter heard her heart beating erratically as she looked at him.

"come sit down" he asked. she hobbled over pain clear on her face as clenched her jaw and frowned her eyebrows. the was something about the way she forced herself forward peter admired, a type of strength. once she made the short walk to the couch peter helped her sit down.

She sat with the glass of water while Peter opened the first aid kit. When he looked at her foot he could see the glass wedged in. Taking the tweezers he looked at her "this may hurt a little" he said. She screwed her eyes shut, as he took out the glass. Peter spent the next 20 minutes cleaning up her feet guessing she needed stitches in one. While he was doing it he tried to talk to her ask her questions, her name, how old she was, where she lived, what happened to her but the whole time she never spoke.