Regan
Summary: Regan is an 18-year-old teenager who has been fending for herself for the past year while her mother abandoned her. As she begins to feel like she's finally getting some control over her life, her mother returns home, but she's not alone.
Character(s): Regan, Lisa, & Loki
⚠️WARNINGS ⚠️MINORS DNI! This story is a dark!fic that contains the following topics: descriptions of child abuse, trauma, and self-harming. More warnings will be added as the story progresses. DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THESE THINGS UPSET YOU.
Regan's life has never been ideal. The moment she was born, her father abandoned her and her mother, Lisa. Being a single, seventeen-year-old mother, Lisa tried her best to raise Regan and give her a decent life, but her efforts were lame, and when Regan turned five, her efforts ceased completely. Lisa has always had a horrible taste in men. As long as they could support her and Regan, she'd spread her legs for them, and on some occasions, she'd spread Regan's legs for them too. Before Regan was six years old, her virginity had been stolen from her, and the photos and videos were circling somewhere within the underground pedophile rings. Luckily, Regan's age helped her block out the memories of the years of abuse – protecting her from being crushed under the weight of her pain. The newly-turned eighteen-year-old hardly remembers her father. Whenever he was present in her life, he was the source of most of her abuse, and when he wasn't, she felt the need to make up her own memories of him – disappearing into her own mind where everything is different, and no one hurts her. Often, the pain of her life tore her apart – feeling disgusted with herself and marking up her skin with cuts and welts – not even caring to hide them in the hopes that someone would figure out what was going on at home. Sometimes, she turned to the sky – praying for a God to come and save her – not even believing that there was any such God.
When Lisa left Regan to fend for herself, the then seventeen-year-old had no clue where her mother had gone. While she breathed a sigh of relief that her mother was gone, she knew she'd need to fend for herself. Regan got a job at the local bookstore, Paige's & Marc's, only a couple of blocks away from the tiny house that she and her mother shared. The owners, a married couple named Paige and Marc Turner, happily welcomed the shy and reserved teenager – giving her as many hours and huge discounts on any books she wanted. Regan spent most of her time at the small bookstore – getting lost in the fantastic worlds described within the pages of text. Some books were old, some were new, and some were extremely rare. When the rush of customers slowed, Regan would pick out a good book and sit in the back corner of the shop – feeling true joy as she left the real world and her problems behind – if only for a little bit.
Regan finished another shift at the bookstore, and she began her walk home – her earphones in her ears as she listened to her music on the new iPhone she had bought herself. She was starting to feel independent – feeling as though she was finally getting the chance to start her own life.
Then, the teenager arrived home.
A light in the living room that she most definitely didn't leave on was shining through the front window curtain. Regan approached with caution – pulling her taser out of her backpack and putting her phone and earphones away. Slowly, she approached the front door, and when she twisted the doorknob, it was unlocked. She took a deep breath and twisted the knob – quickly opening the door and aiming the taser at the people in the living room.
"Mom?!" Regan shouted.
It was her mother – naked on the sofa. She was having sex with a guy. He had long, shoulder-length black hair, a pale complexion, and gorgeous ocean-colored eyes.
"Woah!" he yelled – being startled by the teenager. In a flash of green, he and Regan's mother were dressed, and Regan's eyes widened in fear and confusion. "Who the hell are you?!" he demanded to know – approaching the startled teen.
Lisa sighed and crossed her arms. "My daughter," she said lamely. "Regan...who just loves to ruin everything." Regan's eyes searched the room, and they eventually landed on the man. "Why is the house so fucking messy? Have you just been sitting on your lazy ass all year?"
"Woah, wait a second, love," the mysterious man tried to calm Lisa. "You never told me you had a daughter."
Lisa shrugged. "Did I have to? She's a goddamn disappointment."
"I'm Loki," he introduced himself – reaching his hand out to shake Regan's, but she refused to uncross her arms to extend the greeting. "I'm...I am so sorry that you walked in on...well, that."
Regan's voice disappeared, and she tried to just push past the two of them. All she wanted to do was pack a bag and go find her own place for the night at least. However, Lisa stopped her – meeting her cheek with an open-handed slap that echoed through the small living room.
"What are you doing?!" Loki screamed with anger.
"She interrupted us!" Lisa argued back. "We're married...she shouldn't have walked in!"
Loki holds a finger up and silently looks around the house.
"Has...have you been here all alone for the last year?" Loki asked Regan – his voice filled with concern. She didn't say anything, but she nodded her head – confirming that she's been alone and left to fend for herself. Loki turned to Lisa with his mouth hung open. "You...you left your daughter alone for a year?"
"She was seventeen," Lisa brushed off. "Oh, didn't you turn eighteen or something?" she asked – not even looking to the teenager.
Loki looked towards Regan, and she nodded.
"Great, so that means you can get out of my fucking house now," Lisa smugly smiled.
"No," Loki fought back. "I think I should leave now."
Lisa scoffed.
"Seriously, Loki?" she asked – not believing her new husband wanted to leave. "Just because I didn't tell you about her?"
Loki shook his head and chuckled incredulously. "No," he answered. "I'm not going to watch and standby as you abuse her."
"If you want her so badly, take her with you then," Lisa scoffed – pulling a bottle of whiskey out of the refrigerator and taking a large gulp of the liquid.
During the time that Loki and Lisa were arguing, Regan managed to sneak off to her bedroom – locking the door to make sure no one would come in. She sat on her twin-sized bed and pulled her knees to her chest – sobbing quietly as her cheek continued to burn. Throughout the night, she could hear her mother and new step-dad arguing through the thin walls. She was only waiting for the man to come into her room and spread her legs – taking her just as every other man had before. Deep into the night, at almost five in the morning, there was a gentle knock at Regan's door.
She pulled her earphones out and set her phone on her bed – hesitantly making her way to the door to open it. It was better to just go ahead and get it over with, right? The door slowly opened, and Loki was standing on the other side with a warm smile.
"Hi, Regan," he greeted the teenager.
His voice was smooth – his accent gorgeous. She felt calm around him, but she was still unable to form words to respond to him. For the first time, she wasn't terrified to near a man that her mother brought home.