*Story of Us* Young! Charles Xavier x reader

Prologue

You wandered around the cold streets in London. Most doorways were occupied, so you settled for under the troll bridge, hugging your sleeping bag close leaning back against the cold stone surface. You've been living on the streets since your parents disowned you, abandoned you and left you on the run 14 years ago. You didn't blame them. After all who wants a freak as a daughter. Since then you have rented an apartment for a year before your rent ran out, then you stayed in friends homes, hostels until now. Huddling against the wall, you pulled the thin sleeping bag close and closed your eyes. Sleep came quickly, but it was the days struggles that kept you wary.

Walking around the next day brought a new surprise, A painful one. 'Freak" mutt" witch" the gang chuckled, taunting you as you walked the alleyway. They were armed with bats and planks smiling cruelty in your direction. "I don't want to fight you guys" you begged you kept your arms at your sides, feet turned ready to run. You hated using your "gift" for violence. It bought out a dark side in you that you had no control over.

Flashback
You were in the middle of your room, pigtails that you played with continually hugging your toy bear. Your parents came crashing through the room, a scowl permanent on their face. You looked up, "mama? Papa?" ,
You shifted uncomfortably, and your Mum lunged forward grabbing your wrist, "make it stop, make it stop y/n" she screamed at you, you cried, the warm feeling expanded like a butterfly escaping your body, a flower blooming inside you sending burning power through your veins. '"It hurts mama, make it stop" you cried tears were trailing down your face blurring your vision. You were only 10, and this was the first time your powers showed up. "Y/n you stop this right this instant" you looked at your dad his fists clenched, "help me mama " you pleaded, eyes wide.
"Don't touch her " your dad snapped taking your Mum away from you, "your a freak, we did not raise a witch" he yelled, eyes glistening with tears.
Your eyes glowed goldenly, and your Mum hid behind your dad, "get her out, she's possessed" the scared lady demanded, holding the cross close to her heart. Your parents were very superstitious and raised you to which explains how frightened you were. Your dad ruffled around and threw stuff in there, your piggy bank and his old wallet, clothes, and a blanket.
Your brother came in his earphones lose around his neck, "don't do this mama, papa" he begged, and he was pushed to the side into his room. Your dad picked you up and grew you on the doorstep with your bag right behind you. You sat there on that doorstep for days, crying in the dark. Now you sat at the edge of the river at night, where a boy came up to you to mock you with her peers, he was in the year above you. You cried at him anger threatening to spill. You stood up, "don't call me a freak " "I'm not a freak' you repeated chanting like a mantra. You lashed out as the oldest pushed you and he stepped back clutching his hand that was burning, "what did you do bitch." He screamed at you. You turned and ran, your body encased in an orange glow like an explosion, eyes glowing brightly. You hid away in alleyways, vowing to I never speak to anyone. You were scared.
Flashback over
Maybe you won't, but we will" the gang laughed, the remixed you of those boys from 16 years ago. The grabbed you and pushed up against the brick wall and pummeled you, fist breaking your jaw. The pain was all you felt. Hot blinding pain as you bones snapped and shock as your head caved against the brick wall.

Your screwed your eyes shut; You could destroy them you thought. You had locked that part of yourself away. Scared and dominant raw power it was a curse.  Suddenly the punches withdrew, and you were left a bleeding, sobbing mess on the littered ground. You heard footsteps gently running to your side. "I'm Charles Xavier. I'm not here to hurt you, dear, I promise. Let me help you" a voice laced with concern cooed at you. And you blacked out.

Charles pov
I saw her. A girl that could only be a year or so younger than myself, being pummeled by thugs in the light of an alleyway. Freak they called her. I shooed the assailants away as I ran to her side, nudging them with my mutation.   She was barely clinging to consciousness. Her h/c matted with blood. Body bruised black and blue, and she lay in a fetal position trembling, "I'm  Charles Xavier. I'm not here to hurt you, dear, I promise. Let me help you"  I whispered calmly into her ear, I crouched next to her, trying to keep her awake. I dialled 911 and sent her off to the hospital. A freak they called her. I wondered why. For I was the only freak, I knew. A lie I remind myself. I'm not alone. I have Raven. That poor girl Had no one.

You pov
You woke in the hospital. It had been days after the attack. You had woken up from your week-long coma. Tubes are sticking from you the beep if the monitor. You looked up. Panicking as the blood was slowly drained from your arm. You cringed as you remembered the attack. Bruises to prove it. You were saved by a stranger. Your very own Guardian Angel. Charles Xavier you hummed lightly to yourself. Thank you for your thought.