Can't get away

Steve. His name was Steve. He was cute and I knew I didn't like Peirce anymore and I knew I liked Steve. That indecent was about a week ago and at this point I have met all of Steve's friends. Tony, Sam his other roommate, Natasha, Maria, Clint, Peitro, and Wanda. 

They were all nice. They were chill to me. It was so odd in a way. To have people care about me and it not hurt almost every time they touch me. Wanda and Peitro were both from Russia and so was Natasha. Different parts of Russia though. They like to talk in Russian just to scare or annoy the rest of us. Because let's be honest here two Bisexual Russian women is tarifiing. 

Peitro was chill most of the time about it though he rarely ever used anything other then English. And ASL. Which didnt make since at first until I found out that Clint was Deaf. 

Peirce was gone for that week. He left after he hit me. I wasn't sure were he was. He was at all of his classes but he didn't come back to the dorm. He didn't even look at me. It was upsetting and I was so sad about it and I don't even know why I didn't like him anymore. I haven't for a while. 

Then after a week while I was sitting with Steve at a Café drinking coffee and just talking. Alexander walks in. He saw me and looked pissed. He walked over and stared yelling. I don't know what he was saying I just blocked it out. I was scared and had half the mind to just up and leave. I haven't told Steve anything about him and he never asked. 

Peirce standing infront of me still yelling. He smelled of booze and it was sickening. He grabbed my face and I did start to listen at that point. "YOU UNGRATEFUL SLUT. NEVER GOOD FOR ANYTHING, THIS WHY YOUR FATHER BEAT YOU.!" He says as he slapped me across my face. It was at this point that Steve stands up from were he had been sitting trying to understand what exactly was going on and pushed Peirce away from me. Again tuning everything out I ran out of the building. My phone still on the table were it sat next to my hand. 

I didnt know the city very well. It was large and I was only there for about half a year. It didn't take long for me to get lost. Not that I cared to much. I had to get away from him and all of this. I couldn't do it anymore. I don't know how long I was running for but eventually I got tired and I couldn't breath so I slowed to a walk and a few blocks later turned down an alley. 

It was getting dark and cold. I was with Steve in the Café and left my Jacket there. We were there three hours be for it was supposed to get dark. I sat down in a corner and leaned my head back. I knew I couldn't go to sleep here anything could happen. I was still shaking and panicked but I was a little calmer. Running helped a little. I much rather have a punching bag or just punch Alexander now that I think about it. 

I reached for my phone. It wasn't in my packet I hadn't realized I left it. I couldn't get back there I didnt know the way. It was at this point that I realized how lost I was. 

Instead of staying where I was, I turned around and walked in what I thought was the direction I came from. I walked and walk for what felt like hours. I was stuck in my head. Panic coming back, both from peirce and what he would do when I went home and because of how lost I am at this moment. 

Then I heard  male's voice yell my name. "JAMES!  JAMES!" I turned to see who it was. It was Pietro. He ran towards me, he was really fast and definitely deserved to be the captain of the track team. 

He stopped infront of me only panting a little. "James. What happened, who was that guy? Oh and Steve told us to help look for you." Pietro said quickly. 

"It's complicated. His name is Alexander and he is my Boyfriend. We have been fighting for a while, he must have thought I was cheating on him with Steve." I explained the situation briefly but to a decent extent. 

It wasn't really a lie, that is what has been going on. I just don't think he loves me anymore, I don't feel it and I haven't been acting the way he wants. We fight I shut down he hits me. I don't explain that though. 

"He hit you. Dump him. That is no way to treat anyone you care about even during a fight." Pietro said as we started to walk together. 

I followed his lead. "You don't understand. He was raised in a violent home, its the only thing he knows. We have been working on it, just takes time you know?"I asked genuinely. I spoke almost the complete truth. 

The only lie was we haven't tried to make it better. He still hits me and I say nothing. I don't know what I am supposed to do. I want Pietro to help, I want anyone to help. I don't know what to do. 

I feel like I can't get away. 

"That is no excuse. He won't get better. He says he will, he won't. James. You might not want to but you need to leave him." Pietro said softly. 

It was obvious to me that he cared. They all did. And I wanted to leave, I just don't think I could. I want so desperately to tell Peirce to fuck off, to get away from me. I want to tell him to leave me alone. But then there are moment where he is t bad. Where I feel he cares and I don't what to lose those moments. But I need to get away. 

"I, I don't know how." I said in a tone that was regrettably small.

"Just tell him. Tell him how you feel. We will be here. Not going to leave you James" Pietro said with a smile. 

His silver hair Clint is so found of fall in his face on such a way that makes him look so innocent. I smile slightly and Nod. Pietro pulls me into a gentle hug. "It will get better" he whispered.

We walk in silence, a comfortable silence all the way back to the apartments. Peitro had called the others to say that he had found me and we were heading home. It was getting dark out by the time I realized where exactly we were. 

I had run quite a far distance. It was pitch black aside for the city lights by the time we arrived back at the Apartments. I was exhausted, I really just wanted to go to bed, so thats what I did, well tried to do.