Saving You (Prequel To 'Living In The Stories')

Horror and Fear

Sara

(WARNING!!! If you are sensitive to abuse please skip the ○●○● until the next one shows. I'll give a short recap at the end for all who skipped it.)

Recap

"Sara! Rachel broke up with me!" My stepfather yelled through the speaker.
"It's my day off, can we just not today?" I asked.
"Get over here now." He growled darkly as Nat grabbed my arm.
"I'll be fine, if I scream, promise me none of you will try to save me." I asked.
"But-!" Peter started.
"No. Please don't." I looked at him with big eyes trying to persuade him.
"Fine. Just be careful." He gave in as I nodded and ran over to the main house.

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"Yes, sir?" I asked as he grabbed my hair in a fit of drunken rage. I yelped as he threw me into a wall. I shakily stood back up as he threw punches at me left and right. It felt like forever until I dropped to my knees and he started to kick my stomach. I held back all my screams until the last kick to my stomach. I let out a long and agonizing scream before he spit on me and walked away.
"You deserve everything you got and more you little hore!" He screamed in my face as he came back and lifted me by my hair and started to cut.
Once he left, I fell to my knees sobbing. He didn't cut my hair too short, but enough to take away 3 years out of the 9 years I spent growing it out. I hissed as I I touched my busted lip with my fingers. I slowly picked myself up off the bloodied floor and staggered towards the back door leading to the barn. I fell 3 times trying to get back, but when I did, I opened the door to the worried faces of the Avengers.
"What the hell did he do to you?!" Tony boiled as Steve gently took me into his arms and brought me upstairs before carefully laying me down on my bed.
"He was drunk... it's not his fault." I coughed harshly as a bit of blood came out.
"He beat you...?" Peter asked as he shook with rage.
"I'm ok, just a little bruised." I whispered as I took his hand in mine.
"It actually looks like you broke a few ribs." Nat said as she pushed lightly on my abdomen and I held back a scream.
"You guys can't tell anyone, ok?" I asked as they nodded slowly. I rubbed my fingers together as ice slowly began to cover the tips.
"Is... is that ice?" Bruce asked.
"Yeah, it is." I smiled painfully as my hand became coated in ice. I gingerly placed my hand over my ribs and hissed as my stomach grew an ice patch over the spot that I touched. The ice numbed the pain as I touched other broken and bruised parts of my body.
"Does that help?" Nat asked as I nodded and grimaced when she took out a rigged piece of hair.
"He cut your hair?" She gasped as she looked at me.
"Yeah, last time he almost shaved it all off." I frowned as Peter gingerly tucked a rebellious little curl of my brown hair behind my ear before kissing my forehead.
"I'm going to kill him." He steamed.
"Peter, a friendly neighborhood Spiderman, isn't very friendly if he kills someone." I held his hand.
"But, he hurt you..." he mumbled dejected.
"I get hurt all the time, Peter. I'm not very graceful, and pain is a huge part of my life." I smiled sadly as I kissed his hand. "Don't worry, I heal pretty quickly."
"I- Ok, but if he does it again, I won't hold back." He said as I smiled.
"Thank you." I whispered.
"Sara, you have a visitor." My stepfather said through the speaker.
"Who is it?" I asked.
"It's me, Sara. Now, be a good girl and hop on over." Donna cackled as I frowned and slowly got up.
"Stay." I directed.
"I'm not letting you get hurt again." Peter countered.
"And I can't let any of you get hurt, so stay." I said in a serious tone.
"Sara- don't." Peter begged.
"I have to, it's my mother." I cringed as I walked out to face the other side of my doom.