A/N: Sorry it took so long to update. I swear I sat down the day after I published the last chapter, but then those darned plot bunnies pulled me away to the wonderful world of Harry Potter, and it took me this long to wind my way back. I will try to update regularly, but I did just start my Junior year of High School and there is a crazy amount of work already. Thank you for all of your support, and for pointing out the formatting issues. I posted from my home computer instead of my laptop, and whenever I do that the formatting goes all funky. I forgot to check.
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~Enid
″Mr. Parker, no hoods in class.″
Groaning inwardly he turned and deliberately pulled the hood off his head ignoring the gasps from the surrounding class. The left side of his face was a mottled mess of recent and half healed bruises, a few shallow scrapes traveled from his left temple down past his jaw, and strait to his neck where their were two vividly purple...and blue...and green...and black... hand shaped bruises from where a bank-robber had tried to strangle him the night before.
″A word after class, Mr. Parker.″
Grunting a response Peter went back to navigating is way through the mass of desks, although it was easier than usual due to what appeared to be the entire class cringing away from him.
The lesson passed much quicker than Peter would have liked. Before he knew it the bell had rung and he was the only person left in the class room...well aside from Mr. Pexilton.
Reluctantly he stood up and meandered his way to the desk Mr. Pexilton was sitting at. Peter slouched to the side waiting for him to look up from whatever it was he was doing.″Sit Peter,″ he finally said with a pointed look to the stool he kept next to his desk for tutoring. ″How are you, Peter?″
Parker's eyes shot up, brow furrowing, it was clear that was not the question he had been expecting, "I'm fine."
"Is that what the kids are calling it these days? Mr. Parker, you have been late to school everyday for the last month, you're grades are slipping because you haven't turned in any of the homework, and you have bruise marks from where someone clearly tried to strangle you. Try again Mr. Parker, How are you?"
"I am doing the best I could possibly be doing," said Peter his eyes boring into Mr. Pexilton with more darkness and intensity than any teenager's eyes really had a right to achieve.
Slightly unsettled it took the teacher a few seconds to gather his wits," well then Mr. Parker, you understand I can't ignore this," he stated gesturing vaguely at Peter's neck. "Are you involved in any gangs?"
"No"
"Are you doing drugs?"
"No"
"Did anyone at school do this to you?"
"No"
"Did any relatives do this to you?"
"No"
"Mr. Parker, I can't help you if you won't trust me."
"Mr. Pexilton, I can not tell you how I came across these injuries, but I can tell you I am not harming other people," well at least not anyone who doesn't deserve it," I can tell you that I have a very good reason and therefore can not stop. And I can tell you that I am helping, Mr. Pexilton, I am helping people. And that after all is really the only thing that matters." With that Peter stood, pulling his hood over his head and ducked out into the hallway, he'd be late to his next class, but worse things had happened, worse things were always happening.
A/N: So leave reviews, reviews sometimes make me update faster, and frankly I'm not sure where this is going, so if you have anything you really want to see just drop me a message and I will try to work it in.
~enid