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Tabitha pulled out the parking lot with the tires squealing loudly knowing Lance would hear and probably look out the window. She smiled a little bit, but not as much as she would have if things had been how they usually were. Her plan was to go to the Brotherhood house and maybe something would tell her what had happened. Maybe the boy who had hurt her had left something behind that would give him away. Pietro watched Tabitha and wondered what she was thinking. They had cleaned up after the party, but he knew she'd want to look their first. Maybe something would spark her memory, not that he wanted her to remember. He had seen how much pain she had been when she had accused him of raping her, and he never wanted to see her blue eyes filled with pain again. What's wrong with me, why do I care so much about her, she used to be one of the X-geeks he thought staring at Tabitha as she pulled the jeep in front of the Brotherhood house and stopped the engine.
"We're here," she whispered. Pietro nodded sliding out of the car and immeditally running over to Tabitha and without really thinking about it, he put his arm around her waist telling her that he was here for her. Tabitha gave him a small smile.
"I guess we should get this over with." Pietro didn't let go of her as they walked in the front door. He could tell Tabitha was still afraid that who ever had hurt her would be here, waiting for her to return.
"Tabby, we're alone, I promise." Pietro stated looking into Tabitha's eyes. Her eyes met his and she nodded.
'I was in one of the upstairs bedrooms. I think we should..." her voice trailed off.
"I know this is hard Tabby, do you want to stay down here and I'll look around?" Pietro volunteered.
"No, I need to do this," she answered walking slowly up the stairs still holding Pietro's hand tight in hers.