Orphan Spider

Chapter 19

Peter's P.O.V

"Let go of him!" I scream as I close the door behind me and run up to Max and Mrs. Thomas. I grab her wrist, making her drop Max.

"What the hell you brat!?" She screams and slaps me hard across the face. I can see from the corner of my eyes that Max is slowly backing away and towards the stairs.

"How dare you touch him! You hag!?" I yell. "What did he even do!?"

"He tried to steal food after dinner! That worthless brat deserves nothing!"

"If you're going to punish someone, punish me!"

She started to try and hit me, but I avoided her punches.

"Oh yeah... Your principal called and told me you got suspended! You ungrateful little bitch!" She yells. She then punches me hard in the stomach, then she grabs the collar of my hoodie and starts to hit my face.

"This! Is! For! Talking! Back! You worthless brat! You are nothing! You hear me!?" She screams and her punches hit harder and harder.

It hurts.

It really hurts.

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You know. Laying on the floor, contemplating life isn't that bad. Though, the injuries are. They are really bad. Bruised face, black eye, broken nose (for like the... 4th time? maybe?), bruised stomach, a lot of marks from a belt. Today she even took out... a knife and... umm... yeah.

What a nice home.

Thankfully, during the beat up, some kids helped Max up the stairs and hopefully treated his injuries. Me, on the other hand, is currently bleeding out on the floor. But I muster up all my strengh and stumble up the stairs trying to make my way over to my room. That is, until I get stopped by one of the kids.

"Peter, you need to go to the hospital, you look terrible and that won't heal over night." Denil says with his usual stone face, but there is worry in his voice.

"I'm fine, Den... Just a... scratch... And how is... Max...?"

"You are not fine, at least let us help you with some of the injuries. And he's fine... Thankfully, you... umm... got there 'in time.' He only got a black eye, a couple of bruises and some small cuts."

"That's good... Make sure he's alright... and... Don't... worry about me... I can bandage... myself up..." I say as I continue towards my room. I make it there and I put up a paper saying I'm busy, then I step in and lock the door.

Thankfully, I have a first aid kit in my room, so I start to try and bandage everything up. I would say I did a pretty okay job. I quickly change into my suit and jump out of the window starting my patrol.

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I'm sitting on a rooftop with my mask on, enjoying the quiet, or, well... the quiet of New York... which is close to none. But it's still quieter than usual. That is... until I hear someone behind me and that person sits down next to me.

"..."

"Wanna talk about it?"

Wade looks at me but I continue to stay quiet. He takes off his mask and also looks out at the city.

"It's starting to get a little chilly, don't you think?"

He's right, it's been kind of cold these past days, but I guess that's what November does. Makes things colder.