chapter 3- "what do you mean completely unharmed?"

'She's my daughter, Elliot.' These words rang in Elliot's head all afternoon. 'How can he be her father? They look nothing like each other or share the same sir name? I bet he's not even her father.' Elliot inwardly debated. Ring. Ring. The final bell of the day rang. Restless pupils began to make their way out the school grounds.

'So you wanted to talk to me about something?' Abbie asked the two of them as they made their way out the gates.

'Yeah. We'll go in my car.' Elliot stated coldly, eyes full of seriousness.

'Wait, go where?' Abbie questioned stopping dead in her tracks,

'He means to our café.' Wesley said to avoid any concern.

'You.. own a café?'

'Yeah, problem?' Elliot replied almost angrily.

'Umm no, grumpy..' Abbie she received a dark glare. 'Just.. why are you here if you already own a business?'

'We only came here for you.' Elliot replied coldly as he opened the front passenger door insisting it was Abbie who sat next to him. 'If you weren't such a bitch last week than I wouldn't of had to stalk you or return to school.'

'Elliot quit being so disrespectful!' Wesley shouted just as Elliot slammed the passenger door. He made his way round the front of his Porsche and climbed into the driver's seat.

'What the hell has gotten into you?!' Abbie basically shouted at him as she fastened her seat belt. Elliot ignored her as he started the engine.

'What the hell has gotten into you?!' Elliot couldn't ignore her anymore, his anger was boiling up inside of him. It was as if he was going to explode. He could feel the steam blowing out his ears. 'I said what the hell has gotten into you?!'

'You never told me that teacher was your dad!' He lashed out, almost screaming in her face, his face was hot with anger. The release of over brewed anger felt good but he wasn't done yet. Both Wesley and Abbie were taken back by his outburst. Abbie turned her attention to the car floor. 'I mean he looks nothing like you, you don't even share the same sir name!' Abbie's eye's began to brim with water, 'you know maybe he's not even your dad! Maybe he just told me that to cover up that you both got a little horny and are now sleeping together!' Tears began to trickle down Abbie's cheeks. 'But what would I know, I mean I haven't been to school in 4 years, maybe teachers kiss their students now!' The tears began to fall faster and faster the more Elliot said. Her hands began to shake.

'Elliot I think you should-' Wesley tried to calm Elliot down, noticing how torn and broken Abbie looked.

'No I won't calm down Wesley! I should have gone and found the head as soon as I saw that incident! Your probably making out in his room after hours! But excuse me for being concerned about you!' Breathing heavily Elliot finished his rant as he pulled up at the traffic lights. The roads were almost empty. An awkward silence drifted over the three of them. He just stared directly ahead of him as he began to relax.

Wesley cleared his throat 'Elliot..' Elliot turned to face his companion who gently motioned with his eyes towards the tear stained girl sat in the front. Her confident wall that she has always put up had fallen, something that happens once a blue moon. Elliot turned his eyes towards her realising ,for the first time ever, how much he had really hurt her. A pang of guilt suddenly came over of him, 'crap.. well done Elliot' he cursed to himself.

'I- I'm sorry..' Elliot guiltily said quietly. He didn't receive any response from her. 'I-I shouldn't of shouted like that.. it wasn't right.. I just-just..' Elliot stopped to think about what to say in his defence, 'I didn't want him to hurt you.' He sighed 'but I guess I already did that for him..' the lights turned green and Elliot began to speed off towards the café.

'H-he's not hurting m-me..' Abbie responded through sniffles. 'In fact he's been protecting me from getting hurt.' Elliot kept looking at her with curiosity while keeping an eye on the road.

'What do you mean? Protecting you from what?' Wesley asked concerned about who or what was trying to hurt her.

Abbie hesitated slightly, 'it doesn't matter.. I'd rather not talk about it..'

'So is he your father?' Elliot couldn't help but ask.

'Yes he is.'

'Then how come you don't share the same last name?' Elliot asked confusedly.

'Is your mum and him divorced?' Wesley butted in.

'No.'

'Is he your stepfather?' Wesley asked again.

'No he's not.'

'Then how come he's your father?' Elliot questioned again.

'Umm.. I'm adopted..' Abbie mentioned quietly. Elliot and Wesley looked shocked. She was the last person they would of thought would have been in foster care. She's nothing like the small yellow haired girl they knew who grew up caring for 4 brothers. Or any advertised on charity shows.

'Oh.. I understand now.' Elliot said with a tone of relief.

'It's surprising isn't it?' Abbie said with a smile. Elliot nodded with a warm smile. 'She must be strong.' Elliot thought to himself.

'Abbie, I must ask, why were you put into care?' Wesley questions got more and more delicate. Abbie was confused as to why she was being interrogated on this topic. But it was nice to know that there were two people who cared so much.

'When I was 11, me, my father and my mother were involved a serious car accident..' she paused as Elliot pulled his car into the café's drive way, 'my parents… they didn't survive. They were pronounced dead at the scene. Same for the driver and passengers of the other vehicle.'

'And you survived?' Wesley asked rather intrigued by her story.

'More than survived, I was completely unharmed..' Elliot stopped the car and quickly turned to face Wesley. They exchanged concerned looks.

'What do you mean completely unharmed?' Elliot enquired still exchanging looks with Wesley.

'I mean I was completely unharmed, not even a scratch or bruise on me. Crazy isn't it? Forensics said I should have been dead but all I left with was a strange scar on my neck.' Abbie explained. This confirmed what both Elliot and Wesley were thinking. Both their eyes widen as they stared at her.

'Come on.. we need to talk..' Elliot said as he stepped out his car. Wesley stepped out the car to meet Elliot. He turned to look at Abbie who was brushing her hands through he golden blonde locks.

'Looks like you were right about her Elliot.' Wesley smiled.

'No, I underestimated her by a long mile…' he sighed happily but his small smile quickly turned to a serious frown, 'Wesley, she's more powerful than anyone could of imagined.' He stated while gazing at the blonde who stepped out the car.

The café was a large detached building, it was sort of circular with cute little heart shaped windows, there were hanging baskets attached to the walls around the windows with gorgeous bouquets of lavender and roses in them. The whole building was painted a floral pink, the door was a large old fashioned rounded door which was painted a slightly darker shade than the rest. Wesley pushed the large door open to reveal the interior of the café. The inside was even cuter than the outside. The seating area was rather large and open plan. Round white little tables were evenly spaced across the room accompanied by four white chairs with heart shaped backs. As soon as you enter the café there's a till mounted into the main wall. It was pink decorated with white skirting lace and painted on flowers. The kitchen was rather small and closed off from the rest of the café by two half heart shaped swinging doors. At the back of the café was a large winding staircase that led upstairs, there was a red rope going across the bottom of the stairs with a 'DO NOT ENTER' sign. Abbie picked up on the fact that the café's décor was completely the opposite of both Elliot and Wesley's personality. She was expecting the café to be dark blue with a modern vibe, but instead it's light pink and 60's looking. There were four girls stood in a huddle dressed in cute 90's style maid uniforms. They all stopped their conversations and turned to stare at Abbie. They seemed confused, it's not very often they have Elliot and Wesley being in a girl after hours.

'Get back to work girls, this is nothing for you to worry about yet..' Elliot demanded the four girls. He placed a hand on Abbie's opposite shoulder and guided her through the café to a long corridor that led to some sort of office