Oc Stories

Never Ending Nightmare {Normal AU}

Trigger warning. This is gore and it involves quite. Alot of self harm talk and graphic, child abuse, abuse and also body image issues. Yeah so be careful if you do read on. Get help if you struggle with any of this.
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Pietro hated his dad and his grandparents. He hated most of his family. Penny was dead and it was all his dad fault. His mom suffered from abuse PTSD. His little brother had no idea about now bad his dad was and would ask about him, his mother hadn't really told him. I mean, how DO you tell a kid that his father beat his mother everyday and blamed her for every problem in his life?
She didn't know how. So she never did tell him.
Maybe that was how they got back into that mess.
He had forced Phoebe back into the marriage. Told her she had no choice if she wanted to keep Pietro and Paavo alive.
And now, Pietro and Paavo were forced to watch their mother be slapped by their father.
"Guh-" Phoebe gasped, raising her hand to her now red face "Please- I-"
"WHORE. WHO IS HE?!"
"Please I do-do not want-"
He slaps her again "TELL ME WHO HE IS. TELL ME WHO THAT MAN IS." he bellowed.
Pietro was stiff, his heart aching and his eyes wide in fear, his chest tightening. A guard had a strong grip on his arm, meanwhile Paavo wasn't being held.
He just watched, horrified.
Nobody had warned him of how scary his father was.
Nobody had told him his father was abusive and evil.
Nobody had told him anything.
He was only just now realising why his mother had those awful panic attacks when someone raised their hand.
When someone told her off.
When someone yelled.
Now he understands.
He watches as Phoebe is shoved onto the floor, his father grabbing her face tightly, digging his nails into the sobbing womans skin.
"You stay here. Always. You're not allowed to leave. YOU UNDERSTAND?!" He snapped.
Phoebe lets out a muffled sob, nodding violently.
"SAY YOU UNDERSTAND."
"I-I u-under- mph- understand" she whispered.
Before she was yanked back onto her feet by her hair, thrown into one of the guards "TAKE HER TO HER ROOM. SHE IS NOT ALLOWED TO LEAVE THE CASTLE, GOT IT?"
There's silence other than the womans loud sobbing, whispering and choking on her tears.
Paavo freezes as his fathers gaze drops on him.
"You two. What is the name of the man who held your mother captive?"
"... Captive?" Pietro hesitantly speaks up, scoffing "He SAVED her. You sent her to that awful place pretended that was... A way to 'fix' her. She doesn't need fixing."
Pietro was shaking badly, his skin pale and he was sweating already.
Terrified of his dad.
"... What?" His father said quickly as he shoved his cape back properly behind him, stopping infront of him.
His father was tall, 6'6.
Pietro was 6'1.
Paavo was 5'4.
Phoebe was 5'7.
He terrified Pietro. Anyone that's taller than him does indeed scare him. He's just. Terrified of taller bigger people.
Because all his life, he's been towered over and treated like shit.
The cigarette burns on his arms and the burns on his shoulders and upper back prove that.
His father grabs him by the neck, holding him up slightly.
Pietro gags, his hands flying to his father's, trying to scratch at him and force him to let go.
"Paavo, who is the man?"
Paavo stares.
"PAAVO WHO THE FUCK IS HE."
"DO-DON'T PAA- GUH-" he chokes, wheezing as his fathers grip tightens.
"JACQUES" he screams as his brother begins to pass out "H-HIS NAME IS JACQUES!"
His father drops Pietro, looking down at his coughing, choking son.
Not giving the slightest care in the world.
"Guards, take them to the cells. Teach them a lesson for disobeying their father."
"Yes sire" one of the guards muttered, about to pull the now screaming Paavo.
"PIE- PIE I DON'T WANNA GO- MAMA MAMA OH MAMA-" he screamed, sobbing. His whole body shaking.
Pietro coughed and wheezed as his father stepped on his chest, crushing his rib, causing him to writhe in pain, tears welling up in his eyes.
"Cunt. I hope you enjoy it back here in hell before you get married" he spits.
"GAH-" he grunts as he's lifted up by his shirt and hair, dragged down the corridor, watching his father stay in place, laughing manically.
Pietro knew at that moment.
He was going to have to face his nightmares yet again.
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It has been three weeks since Pietro, Paavo and Phoebe had been saved.
They spent two weeks with their father before Jacques, Jona and some others guards managed to save them.
Phoebe hadn't left her room properly, wouldn't let go of Jacques. And Paavo spent most of his time cuddling his friends, sobbing and explaining what he had been through. Getting the support he needed.
While Pietro? Pietro did nothing. He got screamed at for coming back to Aquarius by Ryar, got beaten up yet again. And now?
Now he was sat in the bathroom, knife in hand and bleeding wounds all down his arms and thighs. No mercy to himself.
None at all.
He slowly opened his eyes as he leant against the bath, looking up at the ceiling blankly, memories of Ryar beating him, screaming at him, flooding through his mind.
Memories of the first time he had hurt himself, the awful feeling and the promise he had made to himself that he would never do it again.
"... Obviously I break all the promises I make." he whispers, closing his eyes as he lifts the bottle of whiskey, taking a chug, letting it drip down his chin before he puts the bottle down beside him, keeping his hand on it.
Blood trickling down his arms as he moves around.
He wore no shirt, just sat in his shorts.
He usually self harmed on his thighs.
But today? After all of this? He just didn't want to do anything. He was too tired.
Unfortunately for him, this wouldn't kill him.
Deep down, he knew that, but god did he wish he could die. Not that he had the balls to actually successfully kill himself. As much as he wanted to die, as much as he wanted to leave. He didn't want to leave his mama behind. He didn't want to leave his brother, the one that screamed so heartbreakingly loud for him as they were both beaten. And he definitely didn't want to leave his friend, Jona.
The only person that he really considered his friend.
But. Would it be better if he was gone? I mean, Pietro was just an angry, loud, awkward man who suffers from horrible trauma and can't seem to be nice.
He.
He reminds himself of his dad.
He opens his eyes again, staring down at himself.
Before sighing shakily and getting to his feet, stumbling into the kitchen, holding his head and groaning as he rummaged through the cupboards, not caring if glasses fall and smash on the floor, same with the vase of flowers, a chair on the floor and the table shoved back out of place, scratching the floor.
He grabbed another bottle of whiskey, slamming the cupboard door shut.
He stares at the first aid kit in the corner, hesitating as he looks at his arms and thighs.
Before snatching it, stumbling drunkly back into the bathroom, slipping on the blood on the floor, hitting his head against the bath, letting out a frustrated groan.
Before just. Laying there.
He just lays there in his own blood, staring at the ceiling, dark shadows under his blank tired pink eyes, a dark bruise on his left cheek, his thin nose crooked slightly. Bruises all over his now pale freckled body.
And finally, after days of keeping them in.
He cries.
Tears messily falling down his face, his cheeks becoming red as he lets himself cry, his body shaking as it gradually becomes sobs, choking on his hiccups as he moves his arms around himself, hugging himself as tight as possible.
He hated his body.
He wasn't muscular enough in his eyes, but he was also too fat. But he didn't want to be skinny. He didn't want either, he could never seem to make himself feel better.
He felt the warm blood drying on his skin, blinking his eyes slowly before sitting up and pushing the bandages away, nodding slowly "... After my bath" he decides.
He was muscular, maybe not really built.
But he was muscular, not over weight, not under weight. But he still hated himself. He hated EVERYTHING about himself.
Pietro the Prince, who should have everything, has NOTHING. No matter how much he wants to be happy, he can't even ask for that. He can't even be happy.
He won't be happy.
Not until he's dead, he tells himself.
"Mm... Sorry mama." he whispers, before just running himself a warm bath, watching the water drop into the tub.
Drop.
Drop.
Drop.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
He just watched, before sinking into the warm water, letting it surround him, before taking a deep breath and sinking into it.
Letting it engulf him, thinking back to tha past.
The time his grandmother tried to drown him, his body felt like it was on fire, his lungs felt like they were going to explode, he wanted to live back then, yet he kept screaming into the water, inhaling it, as if telling death to take him there and then.
But now? He can't seem to stop holding his breath. As if something inside him wants him to live. Wants him to carry on.
His face growing slightly blue and paler as he holds it, before gasping and throwing himself out of the water. Coughing and choking. The blood dripping faster.
But he takes a deep shaky breath, resting his arms on the side of the bath, staring at the leaking shower head.
Before just.
Breaking down.
Sobbing loudly.
Thankfully, nobody there to hear him.
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"You're back!" Pattie smirks as she watches Pietro walk through the doors of the guard tower.
Pietro had dyed his hair black, but he seems to suit it.
"Uh... Yeah..." he mumbles, looking away.
It had been another three weeks since his breakdown. He didn't want to go to work so he took time off, for healing purposes. Not that he told anyone what happened to him.
Jona came to see him, but Pietro didn't let him inside. His mother also did, but again, he didn't let her in.
He was pushing himself away from everyone, trying to stop himself from getting hurt.
"How are your wounds? You took time off for healing purposes, right? What did happen? Oh and nice hair" Marlo walks into the room, struggling to carry some boxes, but Pluto makes his way over and helps, Marlo smirks at him, patting his shoulder gently.
"... Hurt my leg. I'm fine now though... Thanks-"
"Oh? Ryar said you fell down the stairs. You need to be more careful kid" Pattie gives him a sweet smile, raising her arms slightly to hug him.
He freaks out slightly, shoving her, hard.
She gasps and stumbles back, landing on her ass. She blinks, staring up at him "Piet-"
"Shut up" he snaps, quickly rushing out of the room, leaving the three dumbfounded.
He runs down the hall, quickly going into his dorm room and slamming the door shut behind him, leaning against it and panting for breath as he looks down at his shaky hands.
"Ah?" a noise comes from the bed, Pietro's head snaps up immediately, his eyes wide.
But he somewhat relaxes when he realises that it's Teddy, not Ryar.
"... W-what are you doing in my room?" he snaps.
Teddy raises an eyebrow, noticing his shaking, before signing 'You have been gone for a while. I was looking after your stuff for you. I know you don't keep much here but I still wanted to make sure Ryar didn't take anything. Or anyone else.'
"How did you know Ryar was-... Yeah..."
'Obvious. He thinks because I can't talk well I can't hear, clearly... Because he only picks on you when I'm around and nobody else. Or if you're on your own.'
"Is... That why he's picking on you too?" he furrows his brows together as he hesitantly walks over, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his black hair falling in his eyes.
Teddy nods, shrugging slightly, looking down at the floor.
Pietro frowns, wincing as he thinks about hurting Ryar.
He totally would smash Ryar into the ground.
But Ryar has him wrapped right around his fingers, could send him back to his father and grandparents at any time. Or send him to slavery.
He had no idea how, but Ryar seemed to know everybody. And had. ALOT of connections.
'He threatened my mother and father's lives... I didn't know what to do so now he picks on me.'
"You and me both, pal."
'Pal?'
Pietro blinks, quickly looking away "We're not friends before you say we are. I uh... I don't... Do friends. Friends are just. Um..." he sighs, rubbing his neck.
Teddy smiles sadly, gently resting a hand on his leg, surprised when Pietro abruptly moves it.
Teddy nods 'Sorry' he signs.
Pietro hesitantly flashes him a small smile, nodding slowly.
Before they both hear Pattie yelling Teddy's name.
"Uh... You Um... Better go."
He smiles 'Bye' he nods, standing up and walking out, keeping his hand on the doorknob for a moment.
'I like your hair. Friend.'
Before fully leaving and closing the door.
Pietro sighs, sinking into the bed, closing his eyes tightly, gripping onto the bedsheets. His hands seemed to have stopped shaking, his breathing steady.
Teddy had calmed him down. And he felt a bit better.
But angry that Teddy was going through a similar thing to him. Teddy didn't deserve it.
"You deserve this, Pietro... He doesn't... It's all you. All fucking you..." he whispered to himself, seething in pain as he feels a click in his leg.
He had 'fell' down the stairs.
Ryar pushed him.
His leg was injured.
But he could still walk, so he decided it was fine.
The door is thrown open.
"OI PIETRO. YOU'RE ON MY TEAM TODAY" Valencia snaps, motioning for him to come out "Bandits close by the village, we gotta go get rid of them. As usual."
Pietro groans "Mm... Yeah yeah. Coming." he sighs, pulling himself up and walking outside, closing the door behind him.
He rolled his eyes as he spots Dean arguing with Ryar, wincing when he realises.
Ryar is on his team with Valencia, Marlo and Venus for today.
"Fun..." he muttered, grabbing his sword and shoving it in his sheath.
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Pietro watched as Venus was pretty much thrown into Marlo, both the men yelling out as they hit the floor. A cracking noise heard before Marlo starts screaming, his knee hit a rock. Shattering the bone. Yikes!
Pietro's eyes widened and he rushed forward, quickly blocking an attack from a bandit, stabbing them square in the chest, ripping the sword out, ignoring the blood flicking on his face.
He turns around "VENUS GET HIM OUT OF HERE NOW-" he grunts as he's kicked onto the floor, his body quickly rolling out of the way of a dagger.
Venus had picked Marlo up already, carrying him out of harms way.
Valencia meanwhile was busy dealing with two other bandits, one trying to hold her back while she threw her dagger at another.
Pietro was stuck with this one desperate bandit, who recognised him immediately.
"C'mon Princey- let's DANCE-" he spits, digging the dagger straight into his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain, quickly throwing the bandit off of him and scrambling to his feet, looking around for his sword, quickly catching sight of it and about to step forward.
But a gunshot goes off and he freezes in place.
His chest feels like he had just been punched. Hard.
And he realised.
He had been shot.
He looked up to spot who it was.
Before his eyes catch Ryar's and.
He immediately knows.
Ryar shot him.
His vision grew blurry, gradually getting dark as he let out a muffled 'Jona' before falling and hitting the floor, his head hitting the rock that Marlo had fell on.
Blood emerging on the gray stone.
Valencia had killed the bandits, now running over "FUCK- RYAR CALL FOR BACKUP NOW!"
Ryar smirked, but quickly dropped it as Valencia's gaze fell on him "I CAN'T MY AMULET IS GONE I THINK I DROPPED IT- CAN'T YOU?"
"RYAR IF I COULD DON'T YOU THINK I WOULDN'T OF ASKED YOU?! SHIT-" she quickly picks Pietro up bridal style, covering his wound as she turned and legged it back in the direction of the village.
She had no idea who shot the gun. The bandits were the suspect but.
Something seemed off about Ryar to her that day.
As if.
He was planning something.
As they got to the village, into the hospital, Valencia quickly handed Pietro's limp body to the doctors, watching as he was brought in.
Jona was rushing past everyone, about to dive straight into the room, but was being held back by Pattie and Venus who had just dropped Marlo off.
"PIE- PIE IS HE OKAY?! WHAT HAPPENED- LET ME HELP-"
He watches through the door, and his eyes widen as they remove his armour and shirt to tend to his wound.
"Jesus christ-" The doctor exclaims as they expose his bruised cut and scarred arms, the doctors look at each other.
"No pulse."
Before quickly getting to work.
And Jona just collapses in Patties arms, his eyes wide in horror, his heart sinking in his chest.
Pietro had hurt himself.
And hadn't told anyone. He had done that to himself he was suffering. Alone.
And as soon as Ryar enters through the doors.
He can't control himself. He can't control his rage.
He tackles Ryar, screaming his head off as he throws a punch. And another. And another.
Both the men yelling and now fighting in the middle of the corridor.
Venus with the help of Pattie manages to yank Ryar and Jona apart, Venus holding Jona back while Pattie holds Ryar.
"RYAR OUTSIDE NOW. JONA- GOD I'LL FORGIVE YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE UNSTABLE BUT LATER YOU'RE EXPLAINING EVERYTHING!" Pattie groaned, turning and dragging Ryar out of the hospital.
And Jona just. Starts sobbing harder, watching as Phoebe hurriedly walked in, her hand clasped in her lovers, Jacques. Speaking quickly in Spanish, looking at him with worried eyes.
But before Jona can realise.
She's taken hold of his hands, squeezing them gently. Before gently pulling him into a soft, mothering warm hug.
And Jona.
He just completely relaxes.
Sobbing into his best friends mother's arms.
He just needed a hug.
He really needed a hug.
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Pietro slowly opened his eyes, hearing the tick of the monitor thingy, his head slowly turning to look at the person beside him.
Jona, he was fast asleep, resting his head on the bed, his hand holding onto Pietro's tightly, holding it to his face.
He sighs shakily, looking aroujd the hospital room. Before freezing.
His arms wrapped in bandages, his thighs too, not just his chest.
And he grows pale.
He found out.
They all found out.
He was hurting himself.
And now?
They'll find out that Ryar has been abusing him because Jona will tell.
But.
Is it a bad thing? Really?
He somewhat relaxes as he squeezes Jona's hand slightly, letting out a deep shaky breath.
"Mmph..." Jona murmed as he slowly woke up, looking blankly at Pietro, before sitting up and practically diving on him, hugging him tightly.
Pietro gasped slightly, wheezing from the pressure on his chest "H-Hey-"
"God- sorry-" he pulled away slightly, but still hugging him "I'm so sorry I'm so SO SORRY Pie I-"
"Just... Just hug me. We can talk later. Nothing was your fault I just... Let me hug you." Pietro whispers, before embracing Jona tightly, playing with his hair gently.
Just.
Needing this hug.