spiderson oneshots

Help Me pt.2

well fuck.

this came out late

tw: trans!peter, sexual, verbal and physical abuse as well as mention and slight description of rape

note: this one-shot series has been heavily censored yet it still contains some graphic scenes. this is not recommended for anyone who might get triggered by ptsd.

When Peter finished his shower, got dressed and re-entered the living room thirty minutes later he found Nick lounging on the recliner, beer bottle in his hand and eyes trained on the t.v. Peter hesitated, turning to escape back to his room, but Nick's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Come sit, Chloe," he slurred, chuckling quietly before taking another swig of his drink. Peter's throat went dry as he tried to think of an excuse as to not join him.

"Um, you see Nick- uh... I'm pretty tired and I got school tomorrow..." he stuttered out, fumbling with his hands. Within a blink, Nick's demeanor changed from relaxed to pissed as he stood, chugging the last of his drink and chucking the glass bottle in Peter's direction.

The teen's senses didn't warn him in time to dodge the flying obstacle, causing the bottle to slam into Peter's face, shattering on impact. Peter cried out in pain as his hands flew to his cheeks and forehead, the warm feeling of blood trickling down his face already there.

"What did you just say to me, little girl?!" Nick shouted, stomping over. He threw Peter to the ground, putting one foot on the boy's unbandaged chest. The teen grunted in pain as Nick's foot dug deeper into his chest, making him let out a wheeze. "You ungrateful brat!"

The older man took his foot off of Peter's body and hauled him to his feet by his collar before slamming the teen into the wall three times, shaking the apartment with the brutal force. He sucker-punched Peter in the face, both of them hearing the crack of his nose before blood began to gush out, running down his chin and lips. For good measure, Nick punched him again but this time in the eye, definitely causing a bruise to start forming.

Tears stung Peter's eyes as Nick pummeled him, throwing punches, kicks and slaps in his direction. Nick picked up a piece of the broken bottle from the ground before cutting it deep into Peter's cheek, dragging it all the way down to his chin, making blood seep from the wound.

Before Peter knew it, Nick had done enough, dropping Peter to the ground and walked away, into his and May's shared bedroom, slamming the door shut. Peter took quivering breaths as he laid on the ground, bloody, bruised and beaten, shaking terribly. His chest ached and his wounds stung with his tears.

After five whole minutes of laying there in silence, the only sounds to be heard his soft sniffles and the t.v still buzzing with dialogue in the background. Heaving himself up with as little sounds he could manage, Peter swayed on his feet, his vision going slightly blurry as he forced himself to limp back to his bedroom, shutting and locking the door quietly.

A sob ripped from Peter's throat as he caught a glance of his reflection in the mirror hanging on his wall. All he saw was red, black and blue on his face, and the sinking feeling in his stomach told him he wouldn't heal in time for school. The teen's hands tenderly touched his bruising cheeks, hissing at the pain under his fingertips. Trudging into the bathroom, Peter turned the water onto warm before taking a cloth and soaking it, pressing the damp cloth to his bleeding nose.

Peter felt the blood from his nosebleed begin to backtrack down his throat, making him gag and cough, accidentally making a stream of blood squirt from his nose after removing the cloth. Peter sighed, taking two pieces of torn up toilet paper and shoving them in either side of his nose, hoping it would stop the bleeding. The teen moved on to the cut from his cheek to jaw, pressing the cloth up against it.