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Lorna ran out from the school gates into Peters arms,
"How was school Lorna-Lou"
"It was fun, but Cindy tried to kick us off the monkey bars but it was fine cause James told her to go away"
"That's not very nice," Peter liked seeing Lorna like this like a normal 8 year old. Not concerned about anything but who she would play with at lunch and what they where learning in class.
"Yeah she does that a lot though"
"Let's go" as the two started to walk away he felt a tap on his shoulder
"Excuse me" a lady with far to much make up on was standing really close "Do you know this man" She asked Lorna,
"Yeah he's my brother"
"Why haven't I seen you around" She asked with an accusatory voice
"I go to school out of state, I'm back for a break"
"Ok" the lady seemed unconvinced but let them go,
"That wasn't very nice" Lorna said when they where out of earshot,
"Yeah" but I'm used to it
"So how's school"
"Good,"
"Made any friends"
"A coupl-"
"You shouldn't hang around those muties" Carl cut in "Your weird enough as it is, last thing you need is to be associated with them"
"They are my friends"
"You should be more grateful" he growled "your lucky I got you those pills."
"I don't need the pills"
"Your unstable," He snorted "Even your mum knows it"
Peter turned to his mum but she was avoiding his eyes, "I'm not-"
"Really I remember getting a knife thrown at me last time"
"You-"
Carl grabbed his collar
"Your lucky I get you pills so you don't have to be associated with that insane terrorist, so I expect you to be a bit more grateful."
"I will never be grateful for the shit you put me through"
Pain exploded though Peters cheek,
"You-"
Peters was pulled up by his shirt,
"The next words out your mouth should be "thank you sir""
"I will never-"
Peter felt Carls hand on his other check
"What do you say"
"... Thank you sir"
"Peter remember to take your meds,"
"Do I need to take them, there unnecessary"
"You lose control with out them"
"But-"
"Peter, just take them"
"DON'T BE A BRAT"
"DON'T HIT MY SISTER"
"SHE'S SOFT. SHE'S NEVER BEEN DISCIPLINED"
"SHES 8"
*SLAP*
"DON'T ARGUE WITH ME"
"He means well"
"He split my lip!"
"Cause you keep fighting with him"
"He tried to hit Lorna"
"He's just parenting her, you need to stay out of it"
"Peter when can we expect you back at the mansion,"
"I need to stay a little longer,"
"Its already been a week"
"Just a couple more days"
"Stupid"
*Kick*
"Fucking"
*Kick*
"Mutie"
*Kick*
"Peter its been two weeks when will you be back,"
Peters ribs throbbed,
"Just a few more days"
"YOUR JUST LIKE THAT DEAD BEAT DAD OF YOURS"
"DON'T TALK ABOUT MY DAD LIKE THAT"
"LIKE YOU'VE MET THE ASSHOLE"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP"
The bottle flew past Peter smashing against the wall
"GET OUT OF MY SIGHT BEFORE I KILL YOU"
"I can't leave you"
"He's just hurting you now,"
"But he's not hurting you"
"He's going to kill you."
"What will you do for your birthday"
"I don't know"
"You should come back here"
Peters ribs throbbed
"maybe"
"YOU'D DO THE WORLD A FAVOUR TO THE WORLD IF YOU JUST DIED"
Peter lay on the floor as he felt the kicks to his torso,
He said nothing
"Remember to take your pills"
"Yes mum"
"I need to go back now"
"Come visit"
As his mother hugged him he saw Carl on the porch
"I will"