Author's note: Sorry about taking so long to update, ff was giving me trouble, hey, if you have any suggestions on who you think hurt Tabitha, I'm listening
Disclaimer: I don't own Tabitha, Todd, or Pietro, although…if I did….hmmm
Tabitha Smith walked down the hallway of Bayville High, her head down, and her face expressionless. She knew where she was going, but she felt as though she was walking through a fog trying to get there.
"Tabby!" She heard Todd call, she didn't raise her head. She didn't feel like talking to Todd, in fact she only felt like talking to one person, the one she believed what responsible for her rape. Todd doesn't know anything, he does know how I feel, how could he? she thought as she kept walking. Tabitha was on a mission, she had to confront him. That's what she had decided. Why should she be a victim? She knew she hadn't done anything wrong. Although she wasn't positive who was responsible, she had a pretty good idea and she knew exactly where to find him. Pushing the back doors of the school open, they slammed against the wall with the force Tabitha used to open them, she saw him, leaning all smug, as usual, against the back fence of the student parking lot.
"Pietro Maximoff," Tabitha screamed causing Pietro to startle.
"T…T…Tabitha?" he stuttered, almost not recognizing Tabitha in her dull clothing and flat brushed hair. She really looks bad, Pietro thought his mind racing. He had never seen her mad like this before and she was scarier then Wanda at the moment.
"Yes, that's my name, Pietro. Now, do you know why I'm here?" Pietro shook his head staring at Tabitha, her blue eyes seemed to burn with a fire he'd never seen.
"You raped me!" Tabitha screamed, tears running down her face, a little ball of glowing explosive energy forming in her hand. Pietro started at Tabitha wondering if she'd finally lost it, but the tears running down her face told him she hadn't. After he dodged a few boomies she threw at him, Pietro ran over to the now calmer Tabitha.
"Tabby, I swear, I never would do that," he said softly, wiping the tears from Tabitha's eyes and slowly wrapping his arms around her, just letting her cry on his dry-clean only sweater. Finally, Tabitha looked up, her blue eyes, puffy from her tears, were filled with confusion.
"If you didn't do it, who did," she asked softly looking more vulnerable than Pietro had ever seen.
"I don't know, Tabby, but we'll find him. And when we do, I'll stand back and let you do whatever you wish." Tabitha nodded and let Pietro lead her back to the school to get cleaned up.