𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛

Nothing but pain//part 2

(A lot of swears and blood in this chapter and part 3. proceed with caution<3)

I dragged my bloody sore body to the hellhole called school. School should be the least of my worries trust me, but it's not like I had anything better to do.

My work was still under minor construction so unfortunately there was no way for me to make money. Something I needed now more than ever.

"Parker for the last time pay attention or I will be forced to send you to the principal's office!" I had little to no energy left in me to retort a snarky Peter reply so I just kept my mouth shut, nodding my head tirelessly.

The teacher continued with the boring-ass lesson that she taught for probably one hundred times. I didn't pay attention mostly because a)She taught this already and b)I may be a bad boy but I am relatively intelligent.

I avoided everyone, especially Flash for obvious reasons. I didn't look forward to the fight tonight like I usually did. I was a good fighter, just not when I injured everywhere and being held to the wall at my throat.

I did my best to hide the hand marks on my neck and wrapped my stomach to the best of my ability. I left the cuts and bruised alone on my face as usual. No one seemed to notice or care since I always had at least a bruise or two on my face.

The clock ticked as the seconds, minutes and hours passed until school was over. Hell had only just begun. I limped to whatever I had left of a "home" in agony as the pain throughout my body got worse and worse during every minute passed.

The nausea was getting to me, and by the time I did make it to my bed, the pain only got more severe. The second my head hit the pillow, my pathetic damaged excuse of a phone started ringing and vibrating.

I swear to fucking god...

"Mr. Parker this is Mr. Jones, your boss."

Oh no

"What's up everything ok?" I grimaced at the sound of his sigh.

It can't be good.

"I am very sorry to inform you that we just don't have enough money to pay all our workers anymore, we have to cut you."

I sputtered for an answer, completely and utterly shocked at the terrible news I just received.

"But Mr. Jones I need this job, please-" He cut me off sighing again sadly.

"I'm truly sorry kiddo but we can't go bankrupt. There's nothing I can do. Have a great rest of your day, goodbye."

"Wa-" The line ended with an obnoxious beep. The room was silent except for the sound of rain pattering on my windows and the sound of my echoing sobs. My heart was empty, as was my soul.

I was still human. And humans cry.

I'm not sure how long I was crying when I checked the time. It read 6:45, just 15 minutes before yet another hour of hell would begin. Why did I agree to this stupid bet?! I'm so fucking dumb.

I slipped on a hoodie and a leather jacket, mentally preparing myself to get over the upcoming fight with the biggest douche bag to ever exist.

The way there was a true pain in the ass. All I could think about is what I would do if I lose. I can't lose, I just can't. I indeed have nothing here, but something in me is telling me to win, because maybe, just maybe everything will get slightly better.

I looked up and down at the old building, my eyes landing on a pair of dull eyes on the roof gazing down at me. I put on a brave face, narrowing my eyes at him. Sure, I have a tough facade, and I usually am, but after what I went through these past 2 days, it was hard to keep up a front.