WolfGirl [Peter Parker x Reader]

New York City

Y/N POV
It has been 10 hours since we escaped that prison, since we escaped the torture, the experimentation, the suicidal thoughts, the panic, the anxiety, the depression of it all.

We were 3 hours out from New York City, where our safe house could be found. Emily and I were currently East of the Harriman State Park, taking a water break. We had gone the whole way with me being the oversized wolf, and Emily riding on my back. We were careful to not be seen, staying in forested areas, making our route longer, with a total of 15 hours. We had already done 12, nonstop.

I was tired, but we had to keep going. We couldn't sit and risk the chance of being seen.

With me sprinting the last 3 hours, we made it to New York some time after 9Pm. From there, I had no choice but to be in my human form, not wanting to cause suspicion nor fear.

"Cmon Emily! It's this building right there!"
We arrived at a 5 story apartment building somewhere in between Brooklyn and Queens, that had a modern look, vines crawling up the tall walls, the lights of only few apartments on, and the numerous balcony's that littered the left and right sides of the building making it worth more.

We walked inside, through the oak front doors, and made are way up to floor 3 using the elevator. We knocked on door 315, and waited.

A couple of seconds later, a woman in her mid 30s, about average height, with dirty blonde hair tied into a messy bun, opened the door, revealing her baggy clothes that obviously belonged to her husband.

" Y/N! Emily!" "You guys are here!!" "Harley!! The girls are here!!"

Our dads best friend came into the doorframe, and immediately engulfed us in a hug. "Come in, we were just about to head to bed." Our Godmother stated as soon as we were released.

"So, assuming you guys are here, and your parents aren't....." our godfather trailed off.

"They were killed." I stated bluntly. Our godparents faces saddened. " The dogs have been waiting patiently for your return." Dakota, our godmother said, a smile forming on her face.

Emily and I walked into the guest bedroom, and saw 6 dogs sitting all throughout the room, tails wagging, and bouncing with excitement.

Scar is a Caucasian Shepard dog, with hazel brown eyes, Lee is a pure-bred Golden retriever with chocolate brown eyes, Bella is a Black, white and grey border Collie with blue eyes, Wally is a light brown and white Alaskan Malamute, with Emerald green eyes, Henry is a Fawn Coloured Irish wolfhound, and has beautiful baby blue eyes, a darker blue more near the Iris. Finally, there is Spike. He is a dark brown Aussie Doodle, with faded green eyes.

The dogs leap from their sitting positions and tackle my sister and I to the ground, licking our faces with lots of doggy love.

Although the dogs have never met Emily, they know she is my sister, because of our resemblance, mostly that being our matching eyes.
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Y/N POV
We were currently sitting in the hospital, silently waiting outside of room 212.
Dakota had just been emited into the hospital, after a brutal car crash on her way home from a night out with her friends.

Harley came out, his brown eyes brimmed with tears, his medium length ( for guys) brown hair giving him the look that he just rolled out of bed. Given his current state, I automatically assumed that Dakota had passed.

It was at the age of 13, 7 for Emily, that we attended our first funeral.
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Y/N POV
I am now 15. Dakota's death has affected our lifestyle, making it harder as the days carry on.
Harley has become abusive. Ever since the funeral, he would go and get himself drunk, then beat us till we could no longer move. When I say we, I mean me. I would take Emily's beatings, making sure she wouldn't get hurt by this abusive excuse of a best friend.

At the age of 15, I am also no stranger to rape. I have been raped many times, by large groups of men. This usually happens when I am on my way home from babysitting, My job as a waiter at a cafe 3 blocks from the apartment, or my job as a shadow vet wich is 6 blocks from the apartment. I am on the pill, so that if ever I do get raped on my way home, I don't have to raise a kid that I won't be able to take care of.

I work 3 jobs because I need to pay for food for Emily and I, as well as pay all the apartment bills. If I don't pay the bills, or make him breakfast, lunch, and dinner, he beats me.
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⚠️Caution!! Mention of Abuse!! Please skip until you see the end saying it's done if you don't want to read it!!⚠️

Y/N POV
The abuse was barely bearable, until one night, when it stopped.

I was currently getting ready to leave the animal clinic, just leaving the building, waiting at the bus stop.

Emily was staying at one of her friends houses, so I didn't need to worry about rushing to get home. She would be there for another 3 hours, doing a Harry Potter Marathon. As I boarded the bus, I sat quietly at the back, looking out the window. It was 4pm and slightly cloudy, giving you the impression that it was going to rain.

I got off the bus and walked the 20 minutes to the apartment. I took the elevator up, and walked the rest of the way to room 315. I unlocked the door, not realizing the smell of alcohol.

As I turned around after putting down my bag, I was met with a punch to the face. I fell to the ground, my face already bruising.

"Get up you little shit!" I did as told and stood up with little difficulty. As soon as I straightened my posture, I got another punch aimed right at the side of my head. Once again I fell to the ground due to the impact.

As I tried to get up again, I got several kicks to my abdomen, some of my ribs definitely breaking. The kicking continued for what felt like hours, until he stopped. I opened my glassy eyes, and saw him grab an empty bear bottle. He smashed it right beside my head, some of the glass making little cuts in my cheek.

He then took one of the bigger broken pieces, and grabbed my arm. He then continued to carve words into my arm as I tried not to scream and get punished any further. He carved several words on top of each other, all covered in a pool of blood. Worthless, Fat, Ugly, Waste of Air, kill yourself, Not Enough.
All words that would make me feel depressed, ones that would be scarred on me forever.

Harley then took one of the kitchen knives, and stabbed it right into my mid-abdomen, causing blood to pour out all over the floor.

The pain was too much, It stung at the slightest movement or gust of wind coming from the open window. I hadn't realized I was silently crying until a chocked sob made its way out of my mouth, shaking my whole body.

I didn't know where Harley went, and I couldn't trust him to not hurt Emily. I turned my head through the pain, and saw Emily lying on the floor of the guest bedroom, blood pooled around her, the kitchen knife he used on my sticking out of her chest.

I could see her chest moving up and down, but barely. I didn't care about the pain as I crawled my away across the bloodied wood floor, trying to make it to my sister.

I didn't realize the flames that were slowly licking at the walls of the apartment building, until I smelt the smoke and heard the sirens of Police cars, ambulances, and fire trucks.
⚠️Abuse continues briefly in the next chapter!!! ⚠️
A cliffhanger!! I feel like this chapter wasn't that good but it was definitely longer! Don't forget to give me feedback, and stay tuned for the next chapter!!!
Have a lovely day you Beautiful Human Beings!!