I will love you forever, Peter Parker

Spider 3

We entered a small restaurant, Peter's hand never leaving mine until we sat down. He ordered us some food and we took a seat at a two person table. The waiter soon brought us some water. Peter grabbed a napkin and dipped it in water.

"Do you mind if I help?" He asked.

I shook my head. He scooted his chair closet to mine and turned me so I was facing him as I stared at my lap. He brought his hand up to my face and I flinched. He paused before brushing my hair out of my face and he started to dab at my lip.

"So, What actually happened? To your face?"

I bit my lip. "It's Nothing."

"It something." He pulled my lip from between my teeth. "Your face is covered in bruises. Was it family?"

"It's complicated." I didn't dare meet his eyes, I couldn't bring myself to; I don't think I could handle seeing his eyes, seeing what was on his expression. He continued dabbing my face with the napkin, getting a new one four times. Each time he did, the napkin was covered in blood. Great. Soon, our food came. I reached out to grab a fry, but Peter's hand grabbed mine. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes which were filled with sadness.

"Libby, who's hurting you?" He asked quietly.

I bit the inside of my lip for a few minutes. "My dad." I said barely above a whisper.

He looked down for a second before looking around and then looking back at me. "Who else lives with you?"

"Just my dad. And I. And our cat." I said while staring at my lap.

"If you want, you can come live with me and my aunt may."

"It's fine. I can handle it."

"No, it's not fine. You shouldn't have to handle it. No one should have to worry about getting abused at home!"

"Peter, it is fine! I'm fine-"

"No you aren't, Libby! You aren't fine. You're getting abused at home."

"Peter, listen to me. I'm okay. He's still my dad. I've handled it for years."

He sighed. "Fine. But if he lays another finger on you I'm getting you out of there. No matter what."

I looked back up. He had started eating. I smiled to myself.
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"Thanks for today Peter. I had fun." I said as we came up to my apartment.

"Me too. Maybe we can hang out again."

I chuckled. "Yeah. Maybe."

"If you ever need me, promise me you'll come knock on my door. No matter what time."

"I promise."

He wrapped his arms around me. I wrapped mine tightly around him, burying my head in his neck.

After a few seconds of standing there, I pulled away. "Have a good night Peter.

"You too Libby."

He walked over to the stairs, glancing back. I gave him a smile. He smiled back. I bit my lip as he walked down the steps. When he was out of sight, a feeling of dread filled my body. I had to go inside. Hopefully my dad isn't home yet.

I took a deep breath and held it before I slowly twisted the door nob and opened the door. The lights were all off. I breathed out in relief. He wasn't home yet. I closed and locked the door and crept to my room. I opened the door and flopped on my bed. A smile spread on my face. Today ended up being a good day. I played through the day in my mind. But, I got up and went to the kitchen and started making dinner. The door opened and dad came inside. He put his bag on the table.

"How was work?" I asked casually, trying not to anger him.

"It was work. Nothing much happened. I fired Josh though."

"He was earning it."

"That he was!" He sighed. "How was school?"

"It was school." I sighed.

"What happened?"

"It's nothing. I got beat up."

"Is that why you skipped half the day of school?"

"Yeah."

"Where'd they hit you?"

"My face."

"Let me see." I turned towards him. See, he might hit me and abuse me, but he's still my dad and we still care for each other.

"Yeah, your not going to school tomorrow. Not until the bruises start going away."

"Okay." I sighed, not wanting to cause an argument cause honestly, I did want to go to school tomorrow, to see Peter again. But, I want to keep dad happy, so I didn't argue.

"I want you to put some ice on your face before you go to bed."

"Okay." I finished making dinner and we ate. I put ice on my face before I went to bed.