TW: mentioned/implied abuse,manipulation.
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Peter had lived in this cabin ever since he could remember, he lived with his father, quentin beck. His father had told him that his mother died in childbirth and that's why she wasn't here. Beck had always explained to Peter that he's lucky to be alive and that his father didn't abandon him because the outside world is dangerous.
Beck had told Peter millions of horrifying stories about the world, how awful and dangerous it was, so Peter swore he'd never go beyond the large fence surrounding the small forest, he wouldn't contact anyone outside. It was a promise Peter intended to keep. Beck was proud of that and praised him for his good decision making telling him that he's very mature for his age.
Peter liked it when his father praised him and showed him love, he loved it when his father would come home happy and when it was time for Peter to go to bed they'd sit on the bed and Beck would read Peter's favorite book to him, Harry Potter and the chamber of secrets. For a 12 year old Peter had a high IQ level as well as reading level, he could definitely read the book by himself but he liked it better when his father did.
His father would do silly voices for the characters while reading which made Peter laugh every time no matter how many times he read the same book. He loved it when they built a fort out of the blankets and pillows to resemble the chamber where the basilisk was.
But, when there were good days there were also bad days, the bad days when his father would come home angry and he'd take his anger out on Peter, but Peter knew he wasn't doing it on purpose, no matter how many brusies he got he knew that it wasn't his father's fault, he had a bad day and he needed to take his anger out and Peter just so happened to be there. On those nights Peter would read by himself, but he didn't mind. His father worked very hard for everything they had in the cabin, he worked very hard for their essential items as well as luxury items, he worked hard for all the school books Peter needed to work at home.
One thing Peter never liked was he couldn't go to school, he couldn't go and make friends and learn with other kids, whenever he brought this up to his father, he was given the same response.
"Dad?"
Beck looked up from the cutting board on the counter and down to face the small child beside him.
"What's up bud?"
Peter began to fidget with his hands and glanced around the room before finally asking the dreaded question.
"Why-why can't I go to school with other kids?"
Beck sighed and quickly wiped his hands with a cloth on the counter before kneeling infront of his son so they were eye level.
"Remember how I told you its dangerous out there Pete?"
Peter nodded.
"There’s very bad people out there, people who'd want to hurt someone like you, even take you away from me, you don't wanna get taken away from me, right?"
Peter nodded again a quick 'no' , tears swelling in his eyes at the thought of being taken away from his father.
"Yeah, I don't want you to be taken away either, so I have to keep you here so you can be safe. I do this because I love you."
Peter stared at him before nodding one final time and saying a quick 'ok' before turning around to leave.
"Peter."
He froze on the spot and turned to face his fathers dark cold eyes that just a second ago filled with love and warmth.
"Don't ever, ask to leave again, alright?"
Peter stared at him like a dear in the headlights. "Alright."
"Good. Go ahead and run along now" he smiled and continued his business on the counter while Peter ran back to his room to continue his schoolwork.
That was the last time Peter asked about going to public school.
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Today just like yesterday Peter was assigned a list of chores to do, they were usually always simple like 'clean off the counters' 'sweep the kitchen' 'vacuum the living room easy things like that.
So Peter always started his day with school work, breakfast, chores and then free time.
He was usually pretty fast at getting his chores done as well as school work. So in no time he was done and had the rest of the day to himself to do whatever as long as it wasn't going outside.
So he watched old movies and shows that were on DVDS since that was all they had, he watched a few episodes of SpongeBob before he got bored of that and moved on to walking around the house.
It was a common thing for Peter to get bored and just walk around, his father had said he had too much energy some times, usually when he couldn't sit still and Beck was home he would let Peter run around outside to get all his pent up energy out, but for now Peter settled on running up and down the stairs which was also something he did often.
After what felt like forever he heard his fathers car drive in and park near the door. Peter stopped running and stared at the door. Please don't be mad, please don't be mad please don't be mad.
The door opened and Beck stepped inside with a small smile on his face "Pete, buddy I'm Home!"
Peter smiled and ran towards his father hugging him "hi dad!"
Beck ruffled Peters hair and his smile grew wider. He placed his jacket on the coat rack and walked towards the kitchen. "Wanna help me make dinner?"
Peter nodded excitedly and ran after his father.
Peter helped make dinner and after they ate they sat on the old couch and watched old movies they had for a few hours till it was finally time for Peter to head to bed.
Beck and challenged Peter to race up the stairs and Peter of course had won. Peter sat on the bed while Beck grabbed the book and sat down next to him.
He opened the old looking book and looked through the pages "let's see where we left off...ah here" he stopped at the page with book mark and started to read.
His father did the silly voices and accents that always managed to make Peter laugh, they read through half the book till it was actually time for Peter to go to bed. Beck placed the book on the nightstand and stood he smiled at Peter and walked to the door
"goodnight bud"
Peter smiled back "goodnight dad"
And with that the door was shut and Peter went to sleep content.
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Fanfiction(Look at the bottom for TW) All Peter has ever known was the cabin, it's where he did everything, he was only 12 but he knew the cabin and the very small forest surrounded by walls and fences like the back of his hand. His father quentin beck was t...
