AN: Thank you .kid I'm glad I was able to surprise you, usually I'm hopeless with the keeping you guessing aspect of writing. Thank you to everyone who has been reading this story I hope you enjoy the next few chapters.
Ace walked Laura over to the Blue Point Diner later that night. She hadn't wanted to go out but Ace needed his car back and he definitely wasn't keen on leaving Laura alone ever again. Plus he was eager to see how the rest of the Cobra's had faired in the fight.
He found Eyeball eating a burger with a stitched up eyebrow and a very concerned Jodie Lawrence fawning over him. Fuzzy and Louise Sanders were in a similar position. Jack, Charlie and Billy were sitting one booth over comparing various bruises. Ace felt like he came off fairly well compared to some of them.
"You should see this one on my leg," Jack was saying, "but I got Mackenzie back when I cut him up a little."
"Hey Ace," Charlie said, realising he was there and sliding over.
Ace encouraged Laura to sit down but remained standing, looming over her. The Cobra's sensed Ace was being more territorial than usual and made sure to give her plenty of space.
Eyeball extracted himself from Jodie to give Ace his keys. He way still keyed up from last night.
"I seen they got you man," Eyeball said, almost sympathetically. He was feeling uneasy, he wasn't sure if Ace was mad at him for driving away when he heard the sirens.
"If only they got there a minute later I would have been able to slice him ear to ear," Ace said in his calm way.
Eyeball laughed manically, not perceptive enough to see the way Ace was gripping the pole behind him.
Peter left the hospital the following day, his arm in a sling and his face feeling tight and swollen. He really wasn't looking forward to the pain medication wearing off.
He shielded his eyes as the sunlight beat down mercilessly from above before ducking into his mothers car. The drive to his house was in silence but he was grateful for it. It hurt to talk. He trudged his way to his bedroom with plans of going straight to bed before his mother called out from behind him.
"Wait!" she began wringing her hands nervously. She had been bothered by what her husband had told her last night about Laura Stratford filing a complaint against him.
Peter looked back at his mother in annoyance, he just wanted to lay down.
"Is Laura doing ok these days," she asked nervously.
Peter rolled his eyes as he nodded in the affirmative.
"How long have you been dating?" she asked her voice gaining slightly more confidence.
Peter pointed to his year book.
"Since the end of school?"
He nodded emphatically.
"Why haven't you bought her around the house?"
He shrugged uncomfortably not liking where this was going.
"I've never heard you mention a single date with her," Olivia continued, her voice acquiring a slight tremble, "You've never even had a phone call from her."
Peter turned angrily slamming his door behind him.
Olivia sank to the ground the nausea building in her stomach. It was seeming more and more like what Kevin had scoffed at last night had been true, her sweet little boy had been harassing this girl to the point of attacking her.
She sobbed quietly, her eye catching a recent photograph of Peter graduating. He looked the same as always, could he have really done these awful things?
She didn't know what to think.