Spideyboy OneShots

Tomorrow's a New Day: Part 1

Peter's POV

Mason Stanley was a great guy. He was funny, strong, charming, and sweet. He was the perfect guy, and he definitely won over May's heart. He even got May to marry him, she being yet another to believe his cunning lies. And she believed those lies until the end.

In the beginning he wasn't so bad. A shove or a push every once in a while, or maybe a smack on the back of the head if I messed up. But nothing too bad, and he made May happy so who was I to complain. And then as time continued on it slowly got worse, but he'd never hit where a bruise would show and I figured it wasn't causing any long term harm so it didn't really matter, as long as May was happy.

But then May died, and left me in the care of her late husband who no longer had a reason to hold back.

"Hey Peter!" Ned said as he walked up to where I was standing by my locker, "Jeeze dude what'd you do to your face?"

Ned's hand went up towards the large bruise surrounding my eye, causing me to instinctively flinch away from him and into the locker behind me.

"Oh um you know. Patrol got a little rough last night. It doesn't even hurt though so it's fine." I answered quietly while pulling my hood over my head. I'd hoped the bruise would've faded at least a little bit more than it has, but my enhanced healing's been a bit slow lately.

"Alright dude whatever you say. Hey also, what's up with the flinching thing? You've been doing it a lot."

"It just happens I guess," I said, avoiding the question as best as I could. "I got to go to class Ned, I'll see you later."

Ned looked at me sadly, "Yeah, see ya."

I slowly began my walk to class, leaving my hood up and my head down. Avoiding anyone and everyone at all costs. I really wasn't in the mood for the pity looks or the questions. I'd been avoiding people more and more lately, ever since May I've gotten more reclusive. But one good thing is that everyone just assumes it's solely from my grieving, no one questioning my home life since the incident.

As I'm walking I feel my spidey sense flare to life. And then I feel a hand make contact in between my shoulder blades, causing me to stumble and drop the textbook and notebooks in my hands. I don't have to look back to know it was Flash, especially because I could hear his loud laughter right behind me as I scrambled to pick my things up.

Luckily Flash decides he'd messed with me enough and lets me leave without any other confrontations.

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By the time the final bell rings I'm more than ready to be done. But I'm definitely not ready to go home. So instead of making the walk towards the house, I go in the opposite direction. I'm starving, but I don't have the money or motivation to get food so I continue to just aimlessly wander.

I'm so tired of all the sad looks from everyone. They all assume they understand what's happening, but in truth they have no idea. They don't know the true reasons behind the bruises, and the flinching. They don't understand why I've gotten so quiet and isolated. No one understands except for the person that's caused all of it.

By the time I make it back to the apartment it's almost dark out, the sunset fading behind me as I walked into the building. And the moment I open the apartment door I could feel my senses screaming at me. This isn't unusual though, my senses are always going off around Mason. I've gotten pretty good at ignoring them.

Today, like most days, I hated the fact that to reach my room I had to pass by the living room and kitchen. This means it's nearly impossible to get there unnoticed.

I walked quietly through the hallway with my head down. Trying to avoid being seen with everything in me.

"You know I don't like it when you sneak around my house," Mason doesn't even look away from the T.V. to look at me as he speaks, "Come here boy."

I kept my head down as I walked into the living room where Mason was sitting. I knew he was mad, and Mason being mad is never a good thing for me.

Mason waits until I'm standing in front of him to speak again, "We've talked about you sneaking around haven't we?"

"Yes sir."

"So you know it's something that you shouldn't be doing, correct?" Mason said as he stood from the couch.

"Yes sir." I said as quietly as I could. Trying not to make him any more mad.

"Then why the fuck are you sneaking around inside of my house?" Mason took a step towards me, causing me to try and take a step backwards. But Mason immediately grabed the collar of my jacket, forcing me to stay in place.

"I-I' m sorry sir, I didn't mean to. It was an-"

"Didn't mean to?" He laughed incredulously, "So you're going to lie to me now too huh? Maybe you should shut your pretty little mouth before you make this any worse."

I pointed my head back down to the floor. My breathing continued to speed up as Mason started talking once again.

"Look at me boy."

I picked my head up just in time to have a fist smash into my already bruised eye. So much for having the bruise gone by tomorrow, I thought as I tried to hold in a groan of pain.

"This is what happens when you try and be the boss kid. I'm in charge here and you need to learn your place." Mason said as he brought his fist back to my face, this time hitting my cheek. "Compared to me you're nothing. You're life has no meaning, all you do is take up space and annoy everyone around you."

Mason threw another punch before dropping me to the floor, changing his tactic from punching to kicking.

"You know no one loves you right? You're a worthless, good for nothing you understand me?" Mason said as he continued to pummel me with his feet.

He crouched down, bringing his face level to mine, "And you know what else? It's your fault your aunt's dead. If you weren't around she'd still be alive. So I guess that makes you a murderer too. No wonder no one likes you."

Mason stood up walking away towards his room, leaving me curled up on the floor as tears leak down my face.

I try and tell myself that what he said isn't true, but I begin to believe his words more everytime he tells me them. And some of them I know are true. I know it's my fault May died, it's my fault I didn't save her.

I got the strength to push myself up, gasping at the pain that shoots through my ribs. The pain seems to get worse with every step I took, as my arms wrapped protectively around my upper stomach.

By the time I made it to my room black spots had begun to take over my vision. And I immediately crawled into my bed, laying flat on my back to avoid putting pressure on my ribs. Even with the pain I fall asleep as soon as my head touches the pillow.
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A/N: Part 2 will be up soon.

-Kie