Nobody's; P. Parker

《Seven》

Messy Hair
Crowded Mind
Look Into My Eyes
The Girl That You See
It's Not Me
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just a little warning physical violence takes place in this chapter. I in know way find this behavior acceptable it just how the character rises up in future chapters. It necessary especially with her past.*

Peter and I had become closer within a couple of weeks. We had hung out a lot, and he'd even to been to my dance practices. He had also promised to go to my recital in a couple of weeks.

We were laying on my bed when I asked, "so are you going?" I ask turning on my side, and propping my head up with my hand. He turns positioning his body to match mine. "I don't know" he says chocolate brown eyes looking in mine. "Why?" I roll my eyes, and the say,
"Liz was asking me, and I said I didn't know, and so she wanted me to ask you." "Well I quit the team." He says. I nod. "I know I told her that, but she's insisting that you come."

"Hey. I'll see you when you get back though, and I'll be at the recital. I gotta get home though." "Okay see you later pete." I say hugging him once we're up off the bed. "Bye lia," he says closing the door behind him. I sigh dropping on my bed, and staring at the ceiling.

How did this happen. When did this happen. Just three weeks ago I was staring at the back of his head wishing he'd just look my way. My heart soars, and I don't think anything beats this feeling. I take off my jeans, and put on a pair of black sweatpants, and blue fluffy socks. Then I put a grey shirt on, and throw my hair up in a messy bun.

I walk into the bathroom, and brush my teeth, and wash my face. I turn the light off, and walk towards the kitchen for a glass of water.

I hear a crash come from the living room, and I know whats about to happen. "Hello?" I say voice shaking. He walks in soon after my voice sounds through the apartment. He reeks of alcohol, and he holds a bottle of whiskey loosely in between his forefinger, and middle finger.

"You're a good for nothing little shit. You know that?" He asks, and I try to avoid eye contact and move around him. He pushes me back causing me to spill a bit of water. I place the cup on the counter, and try to go around. He pushes me back again, and I hold back a cry of pain as my side collides with the counter.

"You're a freak, your not special. You create lightning, and thunder and you fly thats not normal." He strikes me across the face with the back of his hand. Pain spreads across my cheek, and I close my eyes. I bite my tongue, and try my best not to make any loud noises.

I think he's going to turn to leave, but he ends up bringing his fist around to punch me as hard as he can. My eyes shut, and white dots explode behind my eyes. He punches me in the ribs, and I crumble to the floor. He kicks me, and kicks me, and I cry out. I start to bite my tongue until I can taste blood. When he finishes, and deemes his work good enough; he spits on me. Then he grabs the bottle taking a swig, and stumbles away.

I lay on my back, and cry. I can't really do much else because every time I move pain courses through my whole body. I take hold of the handle on the stove, and pull myself up. I stagger to my room clutching my ribcage, and I hold onto walls or door handles as I go.

Once I'm in my room. I sit on my bed, and cry some more before deciding I need to leave. I can't be alone, and there is only one person I feel that would help me. I pack my decathlon team outfit, and my essentials. I climb out the window, and g out onto the fire escape. I stagger a bit, and then lift off. I fly around queens towards Peter's apartment.

Yes, I'm the lightning controlling, flying freak that my step-dad -antonio- was talking about. I've never met my real father, and I wished he hadn't have abandoned me. If he hadn't I wouldn't have had to go through everything that I've been through. I land on his fire escape, and make my way up to his rooms window. I knock on it loudly, and he rolls out of bed. He unlocks the window, and opens it, "lia?" He says rubbing his eyes. He pauses when he sees my face.