Mary Jane hates Petra

They call themselves parents. Providers. Protectors. Yet protection feels like a prison here. Every slammed door echoes with the hollowness in my chest. Every raised voice chips away at a foundation that was never truly solid.

Love? It's a word they throw around like empty soda cans—conditional love, laced with disappointment and laced with anger. A good grade earns a forced smile, a bad one a torrent of insults. There's no room for mistakes, no space to be a kid. I walk on eggshells, constantly gauging their mood and their next potential explosion.

The worst part? It's not always physical. The stinging slaps and burning grabs heal, but the words… they burrow under my skin, festering in the dark. "You're worthless," they hiss, their voices dripping with venom. "You'll never amount to anything." It becomes a mantra, a constant echo in my head.

Sometimes, at night, under the thin sheet that offers no real comfort, I wonder what I did wrong. Was I born flawed? Unlovable? Is this all I deserve?

But then, a flicker of defiance ignites. This isn't right. I may be young, but I'm not powerless. I won't let them break me. I'll hold onto the good, the tiny embers of hope buried deep within. One day, I'll be free. One day, I'll build a life where love isn't a weapon, but a sanctuary.

This isn't the end. It's just the beginning. The beginning of my fight, my escape, and ultimately, my survival. They may be my parents, but they don't own me. They don't own my spirit, and they certainly don't own my future.

I'm Mary Jane Watson, my life, or more specifically my hell. I always believed my 'parents' were incapable of showing love, but then she came. Plain face, average looks. I was constantly compared to her, they kept asking me why I couldn't be like her. And after causing all that chaos in my life, she has the nerve to act friendly with me.

I began to exploit her, I began to mimic her assignments and her work. Since I was a child, I've only ever had one aspiration: to become an actress. And there are only two paths to achieve that.

I scoured social events, networking functions, and even online platforms in search of the perfect candidate. I needed someone who could open doors for me and make things happen with just a snap of their fingers. But most importantly, I needed someone who I could control and manipulate to my advantage. After weeks of searching, I finally found the perfect target. Harry Osborn son of Norman Osborn, CEO of Oscorp biotechnologies. It was easy for me to become friends with him because of the lack of affection he got at his home.

However, my only issue was Petra. She was the one Harry fancied, and she felt the same way about him. That wasn't part of my plan, so I began spreading rumors that Petra was a lesbian. Just that was sufficient to keep Harry away from her and make her believe that I was her only emotional support, especially when her uncle and aunt passed away.

She then became a constant victim of bullying, Even my friends took her on because they thought I was too pitiful while some for fun.

Now again some rich nerd wants to see her, Why is it always that bitch?

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