It All Feels Wrong

A Peter Parker Imagine

Warning: This story contains rape and self-loathing

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel

Authors note: Hi, so this was a lot deeper than I meant it to be. Hopefully no one is too triggered. I hope you all enjoy this story or at least get something from it. Have a great night.

You walked down the street towards your boyfriend Peter's house. You smiled seeing him waiting for you at the window. You waved as you saw him start to go down the stairs to meet you. He was too cute. You thought happily as you walked closer to the building. You frowned as you heard something behind you. You turned around to see if someone was there…nothing. You stared for a second before you heard something in front of you now. You turned jumping as Peter was in front of you frowning. "Hey, are you okay? I came out and you were just staring." You shook your head smiling.

"I'm fine. I just thought I heard something." You turned around once more before Peter grabbed your hand and started pulling you towards the house.

"Come on I have so much to tell you!" You laughed as he pulled you into the house. The two of you talked for hours about everything that had transpired over the last few weeks. There was a ton of laughter and a few minutes of you just kissing your boyfriend.

You were laying on his bed cuddled up to his chest, his head resting on top of yours when you decided to sneak a peek at your phone. "Crap! It's 11. My mom's going to kill me!" You jumped up grabbing your things and heading towards the door before feeling something pull you back. You looked down eyebrows raised. "Did you just web me?" Peter smirked

"Maybe. If I did it was only to get a goodnight kiss from my girlfriend." You smiled raising onto your toes slightly to kiss him before pulling him in for a hug.

"Goodnight Peter."

"Night, oh hey make sure you give me a text or something to let me know you made it home safe." You threw him a thumbs up before running down the hallway.

"Bye May!" You heard her say bye in return just as you made it to the stairs. You began running down the street to try to make it back to your house by 11:10 (you didn't live that far away from Peter). You were beginning to run out of breath. You stopped for a second allowing yourself to breathe. That was the moment you heard the sound again.

You tried to calm yourself, telling yourself it was just you being paranoid or something…it was then you felt as though you were being watched. You tried to keep your breathing calm as you began your walk again. Every car coming past made you jump, any small noise was putting you on edge. 'You're being ridiculous.' You scolded yourself. Every time you became this paranoid you only ended up scaring yourself.

You continued walking but were now walking at a fast pace trying to make it back as soon as possible, because now you could hear someone walking behind you. Every time you picked up the pace the feet behind you seemed to pick up to. You refused to turn around. No need to encourage your fears. You were almost to your house!

A cloth came over your mouth

You gasped not thinking

You immediately fell into darkness

You woke up somewhere dark and dank

You frowned as you slowly tried to stand up

You heard something

You waited listening

The voice was coming from…in front of you.

You strained your eyes trying to see who it was

Whoever it was had a mask on

He was shushing you

The noise making you want to fall back asleep

You shook your head trying to think clearly.

You flinched when he touched you

He caressed your cheek

Almost in a fatherly caring way

You felt tears pool down your cheeks

You refused to flinch

You wouldn't give him the satisfaction

He chuckled

You hated the sound of his voice

You slowly began to move your arms trying to not attract attention

They were bound with…

Rope.

Your feet were tied too

You knew this wasn't good

You began to panic as he leant in closer

His lips hovered over yours

You tried to move your head back but only succeeded in hitting it against the wall

"No no honey. This will go much smoother if you don't resist."

He kissed you

The worst part was it wasn't a horrible kiss

His lips felt like Peters

The thought made you want to gag

You kissed him back as you looked for a way out.

The one issue with this as the kiss became deeper

His tongue moving its way through your mouth

You stomach churned

The ropes weren't tied tight!

That was good!

You began to loosen your feet

You moaned into the kiss completely distracting him

Which was your perfect opportunity

You hiked up your foot kicking him where the sun don't shine

You then proceeded to kick him in the stomach

Slapping him in the face

Really assaulting him however you could.

You were ready to tie him up and call the cops when he jumped up grabbing you

You struggled in his rough grip around your throat

His face was enough to terrify you into panic

Only causing you to suffocate further

"One more move and I kill you where you stand."

You still fought refusing to give up until you felt the blade against your throat.

As you tried to move away all you could feel was the cold wall behind you

…there was no getting out of this one.

You glared at him refusing to show fear as he groped you and kissed your neck

He chuckled again

"Well this is going to be fun." He muttered eying your body

It was all agonizingly slow

Him ripping your shirt

Taking off your skirt

Your bra and underwear coming off next

You refused to look

Instead choosing to stare up at the night sky

You muffled your scream, biting your lip as the pain entered you like wildfire

It didn't stop either

It never stopped

Even after he had pulled out

After he had left

You sat there

Not caring
what

So

Ever

It didn't matter

It had already happened

Slowly, after what felt like hours

You made your way up the wall.

Hesitantly beginning to walk

Every step was pain

You stopped in the local sandwich store on the way home

Fixing yourself in the restroom.

On your way out your longtime friend asked

"Are you sure you're okay? I could call Peter or your mom."

You shook your head smiling.

"I'm fine. Just decided I was a bit too gross after a run."

You could tell he didn't believe you

You just didn't care enough.

You said bye thanking him for letting you use to restroom and were on your way

You slowly made your way into the apartment

Feeling like every step was in slow motion

You tried to be quiet as you came in

It didn't matter

Your mom was staring at you're from the living room

"Someone doesn't know how to read a clock apparently."

She didn't sound too mad.

That was good.

You couldn't handle a huge fight.

You weren't even positive on what you told her but whatever you said

It worked.

She came over hugging you.

Something you endured.

You could only hope she didn't feel you shaking.

Being touched was the last thing you wanted right now.

You kissed her on the cheek

"Love you Mom. Night."

After she had said goodnight you went to your room locking the door.

You grabbed your things you needed one by one.

Almost robotically

Headed to the restroom stripped all of the disgusting pieces of fabric off.

You rolled them into a ball and threw them behind the door.

You would get rid of them later

All you know is you never want to see them again.

After you were nude.

You avoided the mirror stepping into the shower and turning the water on as high as it would go.

You had read somewhere that hot water killed germs.

You planned to kill them all.

You scrubbed and scrubbed at your skin until there it was raw and bright red

Deciding the water was the most comforting place you sat down staying there.

You curled up into a ball.

It's weird the things you think about in terrible situations.

All you could think of was the movie Requiem for a Dream.

At the very end all the main characters were in the fetal position

The position you were in

It made things slightly more tolerable.

To feel like you were in a movie.

If this was all just a role.

It would make things so much easier.

You stayed like that letting the hot water run over your body.

Burning you all the way to the core.

Maybe

Just Maybe

It would heal you