Penelope pouts her lips and squeezes her eyeballs shut, scrunching her nose.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm thinking."
"Looks like a lot of effort to think."
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Penelope is a local sunshine girl trying to get through life and make friends. S...
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I open my eyes to knocking on my office door.
I look at Penelope as she's still asleep in my arms.
It crashes onto me as a wave of what Penelope told me.
I'm not sad anymore. I'm fucking furious.
"Parker?" Nico's voice echos.
"One second." I say, my voice comes out huskier than expected.
I go over to my desk and grab my hoodie and slip it over Penelope so she's no longer in a bra.
I can't look at her bruises again. It will fucking kill me.
She begins to stir and ur in her belly, "Shhh, go back to sleep, baby."
She nods and rolls over curling into a ball falling back asleep.
I open the door to my office and close it.
"Is Penelope in there?" Nico asks.
I nod as we go to the garage and i open the fridge grabbing some water.
My blood pressure is higher and my head is telling me so many things. It's a lot.
I turn around to my friends unscrewing the water.
"Have you been crying?" Gavin asks.
I squeeze the bottle and watch as water spills out going everywhere.
"For fucks sake, fucking hell." I snap.
"What's happened?" Wes asks.
I know it's not my story to tell but i feel like i should tell them.
I don't want them to trigger her in anyway, especially right now and we need to make a plan to get her out of there. And i can't do it alone.
"Sit." I say.
They all grab chairs and sit down, i lean against the bench and my blood begins to boil.
"P's dad," I put the bottle on the bench before it breaks, "He-fuck."
"What did he do?" Gavin's voice hardens.
"Is he dead?" Nico frowns.
"Did he leave?" Wes asks.
"No, he's not fucking dead, but i'm gonna fucking kill him." I grit.
"Hurry up and tell us!"
"He fucking abuses her." I snap.
Their jaws harden and their eyes turn cold.
"Elaborate."
"Her back is fucking covered in bruises and cuts and scars. She said he fucking hits her with his belt and kicked her and shit it's so fucking bad." I spill.
