BAD MEDICINE - ☆ᵖᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵖᵃʳᵏᵉʳ☆

a new home

summary: your stepdad is mean

warnings: abusive parent, alcoholic parent, lots of swearing

word count: 2282 (holy shitdogs that's pretty long that's not what she said)

a/n: requests are open!

a/n: sorry if you know someone named Colson i thought it was a pretty uncommon name so i used it for the antagonist in this situation

Colson Buckles marries your mom after your father left when you were ten. He was charming, handsome, and caring. When your mom got sick, he went to the store and bought her soup and watched movies with her.

When you were alone with him, however, he would yell at you, hit you, tell you you're worthless. But you didn't tell your mother. She loved him too much. Besides, she wouldn't believe you. When your mother passed away, Colson started to drink, making him harsher on you. He demanded you call him 'sir' instead of 'Colson' or 'Dad' like mom wanted you to call him.

"Y/N, what happened to your eye?" Your best friend and superhero partner, Peter, asks when you walk into school one day with a black eye.

You look down as your cheeks start to tint pink. "Uh, I fell. On my... shoe. And it hit my eye." You lie. You hate lying to your friends, and Peter especially, but he is going through his own things with school and friends and Spider-Man and occasionally working with Mr. Stark and you don't want to worry him and add to the already heavy weight on his shoulders.

"Oh, okay. Try and be more careful next time. Black eyes are not your look," Peter chuckles, and you laugh lightly along with him as the first-period bell rings.

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As school let out at three o'clock, you dreaded going home where Colson is waiting for you. You decide to take a long way home, which ends up getting you back to your townhouse at about four-thirty. You unlock the door and slowly push it open, spotting Colson on the couch watching a movie and drinking a beer. You try and quietly close the door, but the wind slams it shut, making you flinch and Colson turns around and looks at you with red eyes.

You duck as he chucks one of his empty glass bottles at you, shattering against the wall behind you, a spare piece of glass scraping along your cheekbone. "What did I say about noise in my damn house?!" Colson demands, grabbing a couple more beer bottles and throwing them in various places as he slowly walks towards you. You flinch as the glass shatters against hard surfaces and as they crunch under his boots as he walks on them.

"No noise while you're in earshot." You mumble, looking at the ground to avoid eye contact.

"Thet's damn right, whore! So don't go slammin' my fucking door while I'm on the fucking couch!" He yells. he harshly grabs your shoulder so you don't move and squats to your eye level. "Look at me in my face," the horrid but familiar smell of alcohol reeks from his breath and your breathing quickens as you look into his eyes. "Don't. Make. Any. Noise." He whispers, still in your face.

"Yes, sir." You mutter, your gaze dropping back to the floor as Colson grunts as he stands up.

He punches your eye and you immediately clutch it, biting your lip to hold back a groan of pain. "Did we not just talk about bein' quiet?" His fist connects with your face again, this time in your jaw, and you stumble to the side from the force of it, clutching the corner of a nearby chair for support. Colson kicks the back of your knees so they buckle and give out while he transitions to kicking you instead of punching while you're on the ground. "You worthless piece of shit! No wonder your dad left! Who would want some asshat daughter like you! You're just a waste of time, and space, and money, and energy." He bends down to get close to your face then whispers, "Maybe your mother would still be alive if it wasn't for you." He yanks your hair and pushes your head against the wall before walking back to the couch, but not before grabbing three more beers from the refrigerator.