Chapter 1
That asshole. He fucking stabbed me. Who the hell stabs a 14 year old. All I wanted was some damn water in my own house.
Tom, my horrific stepdad, is very controlling. Like dude, I'm not even your daughter, so you can't technically tell me what to do. I remember when I told him that when mom first died. I got my ass beat.
Tom was in an extra bad mood today for some reason. He came home drunker than usual and started yelling at me for no goddamn reason. I was in the kitchen making dinner for myself and myself only cuz if you're gonna hit me and treat me like shit, you can make your own goddamn dinner asshole.
Anyway, I was just trying to fill up a mac and cheese cup and he came in and started screaming at me, calling me useless and shit like that. I know it's true but do you really have to scream it at me? I naturally started screaming back and he did not like that. He grabbed the pan that was next to him and chucked it at me. I tried to duck in time but it got me in the head. I got kinda dizzy then fell. I heard his laughter and his footsteps getting closer but I couldn't move. The next thing I know hes standing over me and there's a knife in my stomach. Lovely, right?
When he turned around I crawled out the door. He probably didn't even notice me. So right now I'm leaning against the wall trying to keep the blood in my body. I sigh. This really isn't working.
I slowly remove my hand and look at the cut. It's deep but also kinda not. I'm probably gonna die. I've gotten to a point in my life where if I die, cool. If I don't, it's also cool.
I grab the cigarette pack from my back pocket and a lighter from my bra. If I'm gonna die, I might as well be doing something that makes me feel good. At least I died like, a cool death, ya know? Like I didn't just die in my sleep, I got stabbed!
I take a drag from my cigarette. Before I can take another there's suddenly a huge man in front of me. He has bright blue eyes. That's the first thing I notice. I look him up and down and notice that he has a metal arm. Cool. I wish I had a metal arm. I look back up and he's staring at me. He's also a bit sweaty. Like he was running or something.
"Yes." I say. The silence was getting too awkward for my taste.
"Are you okay?"
"Oh this old thing?" I motion to my stomach with the hand my cigarette is in. "It's nothing." Lie.
He looks at me concerned. "Are you sure? It looks really bad."
"Yea no its nothing. I'm fine." Another lie. Who woulda thought that being stabbed would hurt this much. I could tell he didn't believe me. Shit. "Really sir, it's fine."
"You can drop the sir. My name is Bucky." Why does that sound familiar?
"I really am fine." Why can't he be a normal person and just believe me. Ugh.
"I can't just leave you here."
"Oh yes you can. I'm fine." Dude just like, leave.
"No I can't. Can I take you to a hospital or something?"
My eyes widened. Hospital. Hell no. If I go to a hospital they'll call Tom. Or even worse. See my fruit ninja on my thighs. Oh hell no.
"No really it's okay."
"I have to take you to a hospital. That looks really bad."
"It isn't. I'm fine." Oh my god my stomach hurts. Like really hurts. Like cramps times a thousand. Oh my god. I look down at my stomach. Is it me or did it start bleeding more? Oh no. Ugh and on top of that I swear I can feel my brain moving. I wanna cry. But I can't. Not in front of macho man here. Ugh.
"Okay, fine. No hospital. Can I take you somewhere else to get that checked?"
"Where?" I ask suspiciously. For all I know he could be an axe murderer.
"The Tower. Banner could probably fix it."
"Tower? What Tower?" Then it hit me. "Oh my god! Your Bucky Barnes!"
He didn't say anything. He just looked at the floor.
"You're like, my favorite avenger."
He is. He overcame everything and is still a pretty good guy. He didn't let what happened to him ruin him. I really respect that about him.
"Oh um, really?"
"Yea. Your metal arm is super cool. And you're not a complete asshole."
He chuckled. I laughed then groaned. Ugh my damn stomach. I pressed my hand against the wound harder. This hurts. Why couldn't Tom just stab me in the chest like a normal person. Bucky looks concerned again. He opens his mouth but I stop him.
"Oh my god fine I'll go."
He smiles then swiftly picks me up bridal style. I roll my eyes.
"I can walk."
"I don't want you to hurt yourself even more."
I scoff and roll my eyes again.
"You roll your eyes a lot."
I roll my eyes again. "So I've been told."