Should I give in?

Remembering

He reminded me of someone, someone who helped me before, my Aunt, I miss her.

                              ~~~

"You bitch!", My mother spat in my face "Did you think you could steal food and get away with it?"

"N-no", 11 year old me stuttered scared out of my wits, after all, I only took a slice of bread since I had been starved for days now, I thought considering they were in the lounge they wouldn't notice, but apparently I do lucky.

"Yeah, that's what I thought" she peered down at me then smirked, which scared me even more, considering every time mummy was happy nothing good comes my way.

"(D/n)! Get the belt" she called for my monstrous father then turned back to me," you're in for it now brat"

I was so terrified that I didn't even realize that my father managed to find the belt and was storming towards me, and within the time I spaced out he reached his destination and yanked my shirt up to reveal a back that was once clear but now scattered with scars from burn and cuts. 

"N-o, please d-don't, I'l-l do any-thing!!" I blubbered at my 'mother' as she held my shirt up as my 'father' prepares to strike down on my poor abused backside. When the first round was rained upon me it hurt like hell and caused me to cry even more if that was possible, screaming and struggling to be freed from my agony.

After 15 long and excruciating minutes of that experience, I was pulled by the collar of my shirt and dragged up the stairs, once the destination was reached I was chucked into my musty room, but I called it my jail cell considering I didn't actually have a bed plus only like three pairs of clothes that are almost never washed.

"Now don't you even think about coming back down here to steal any more food, you little thief" my 'mother' seethed "I'll be back to deal with you later" with that said she trudged back down the stairs again, and I could faintly hear the footy be put on the TV downstairs and my parents yelling at the 'teams', but I didn't understand it.

After a while of laying on the ground, the pain started to go down somewhat so I slowly pulled myself up and stumbled over to the window sill, sitting down on the chair next to it I peered out of the window.

Not wanting to be their anymore than you already had, I started limping over to my dresser picking out my two other outfits and chucking them into my school bag, putting on my black flats that were too small but would have to do and headed back to the window. Once you were ready to go you used all the energy that was left in you and pulled the jammed panel open.

Taking a breather even though it wasn't much effort for anyone else to do but it was difficult for me considering what you've already been through that day, so when I was ready to keep on going I jumped down onto the branch that was on a nearby tree and swung down onto the ground just to let a whimper pass by my lips when it disturbed a new wound, but I ignored it and moved on to get away from this place and started to head down the street, well you were able to go at your own pace until it started to pour down, and because getting sick wasn't on your 'To do List' I picked up the pace into a sprint.

"Oh come on, now, really?" i muttered under my breath as I sprinted down the street in the direction of my Aunts house, my back was burning and joints were protesting but I wasn't going to give up that easily

Bang, bang, bang

I furiously knock on the door to see if I can get a reply but after a couple of minutes passed I  was beginning to lose hope. So I started to walk off to find a park bench to sleep on because there was no way in hell I was going back home, but before I can even get a few meters away from the doorstep the door opened to reveal a still half asleep middle-aged women that had long brown hair and the most beautiful vibrant green eyes. Once she realized who was at the door at this time of night her eyes widened comically and she quickly ran over to check on me.

"oh my god! Y/n what happened this time?" she questions as she ushers me into her house to get me nice and rugged up out of the cold.

Without responding I just wrapped my arms around my Aunt and collapsed into a sobbing mess, my Aunt didn't even try and stop me instead she just got a nice warm blanket and let you lie down next to her on the couch while I sobbed my heart out.

After an hour and a half of crying, hiccups were the only thing I could hear in the house, so taking this as a sign I had calmed down my Aunt decided to start asking questions.

"Are you alright to speak now?" she quietly asked as to not ruin the nice peaceful atmosphere. 

"Yes" I answer her question, "I was just hungry and because mummy and daddy haven't fed me, I thought I would steal some food, but then.... they found me... and....." I trailed off because tears started to make there track down my face again.

"What did they do?" she questioned wanting to know what her horrid sister did to her niece.

"They...." instead of answering the question verbally I stood up and slowly pulled my shirt off of the still fairly fresh wounds that adorned your back. From behind I heard a sharp intake of air and then footsteps that slowly faded away then returned. After a couple of minutes passed this cool wet sensation was on my back that surprised me from 1. the cold substance on warm flesh 2. the major sting that came with it.

"ouch," I said through gritted teeth as the pain got worse.

"I'm so sorry baby but I have to put this stuff on it to stop an infection," she explained lightly while still in the progress of applying whatever ointment it was on my back " I'll get you away from those monster okay? I promise you." 

                               ~~~

I always believed she would take me away, but one day she vanished, and I never saw her again, like she never existed.

I snap about of it and look back up to Tony who was still sitting there.

"I'm sorry, I must have zoned out" I say quietly, not darling to raise my voice any higher.

He nodded in acknowledgement, readjusting himself in his seat.

I yawn, noticing how fatigued I feel, my eyelids getting droopy.

"You get some rest, I'll get Bruce to check up on you later"

I nod and not even a second later I drift off in a surprisingly peaceful sleep.