Y/n's POV:
That evening, I was sitting on the roof of one of the taller apartment buildings in the area in my all-black outfit. I knew that if something happened tonight that I wouldn't be able to help much, just swinging up here caused a world of pain but at least I might be able to call the police. And it got me away from my father.
He wasn't always this bad, he was resentful but he never used to hurt me. My mother died due to complications from childbirth and he often liked to remind me that it was my own fault that I didn't have a mother.
I had my legs hanging over the side of the building and I was looking at every one of the thousands of tiny lights in the distance and thinking about how every single one of those was another person with their own lives and their own problems when I heard my phone ping with a notification from the wrong number so I decided to reply.
NOT Harriet
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Look kid. If you don't reply soon then I'm going to assume that you're either dead or fine, not sure which yet.
I'm fine
Good.
also, why do u keep calling me kid?
i could be older than u
Look at the difference between your messages and mine.
Kid.
stubborn old person
if ur so much older than me then why are you still messaging a teenager?
So you are a kid!
im not a kid.
Anyway, messaging you is better than messaging my colleagues.
friends?
My colleagues are my friends.
what a sad little life jane.
What?
Kid, you've got to stop leaving my messages on delivered like this.
Bye.
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I Need a Hero | Peter Parker x Reader | Wrong Number
RomanceY/n is a vigilante living in Queens, she likes to fight for others because when she's at home she can't fight her abusive father. One day she tries to message her friend for help when she is injured but in her panic, she types in the wrong number. T...
