Peter forced his hand over Laura's screaming mouth.
"Be quiet now sweetheart," he hissed into her ear as he backed her into the back seat of his car.
"We're just gonna take a little drive," he grinned manically before locking her in from the outside.
He had meant to do this last night but she'd heard him and he'd spooked her. Then when she'd finally come back home she'd bought that Merrill trash with her.
Laura sobbed as Peter drove her through familiar streets. She drove passed the hospital in a blur and cried out for her mother. Peter stared straight ahead.
Laura curled herself into a ball and wished for Ace to come for her. She wished she'd listened to him when he told her not to go off by herself, she wished she was with him right now.
Peter parked the car near some woodlands. He turned to face his prisoner in the back seat.
"Now we have some privacy," he smiled as he moved to the back seat.
Laura tried to back away from him as he reached for her waist pulling her up against him. She closed her mouth tightly as he tried to kiss her, beating her fists against his chest.
"Feisty little one eh," Peter said attempting to kiss her again.
"Ace!" she cried out pathetically knowing there was no chance he could hear her.
Peter slapped her fiercely across the face. Her face snapped to the side awkwardly as her head came into contact with something hard and painful. Peter snarled viciously before undoing his belt buckle and sliding his pants down in a frenzy.
She turned her stinging face toward the window unable to watch when she suddenly realised something. She remembered one time Vince locked Fuzzy and Eyeball in the back seat of his car when they had stolen his wallet. They had eventually gotten out through the windows.
Laura slowly began easing down the window hoping Peter wouldn't notice. He was now lifting her skirts, still forcing himself on her mouth. She pressed her thighs together tightly, feeling him hard against her leg. She wound the window down as fast as she could, catching him off guard.
When she'd opened it far enough she began wriggling out of the car, kicking out behind her.
She landed on the ground with a thud, grazing her hands and knees. She stumbled through the woodlands on to the road, clutching at the side of her head. She was feeling woozy but she just kept on running.
Denny Lachance was doing some mowing for his father when he seen Laura Stratford come running by his house. She was a mess. Her hands and knees were bleeding, her face was messed up and it looked like she had a big gash on the side of her head.
"Hey!" he called out to her, "Laura! Are you ok?"
She stopped running and dropped down to the curb sobbing. Denny scaled the fence before coming down beside her.
"Jesus, who did this to you?" he asked stunned at her injuries. "Was it Ace?" he asked quietly but seriously.
"No," she shook her head feverishly.
"Who was it then?" he asked gently.
She looked up at him hesitantly. She didn't know how he'd react, Peter was his friend after all.
"Peter Mongoose."
"Shit," Denny lowered his head.
Peter had been acting strangely about Laura for weeks but Denny never suspected he'd do anything as crazy as what he'd appeared to have done.
"Did he hurt you," Denny asked carefully, "did he do more than hit you."
"Not really," Laura whispered. "Can you take me to the hospital please?"
"Of course," Denny replied quickly, "we can take my car."