John and Marlena (Finally) Get a Q!

Chapter 127 - A Severed Thread

Peter Blake's eyes bore into the floor as he paced angrily across the living room of John Black's loft. The more he thought about the events of the day, the more furious he became. Kristen had seemingly lost her grip on reality, but she'd been pushed to it by the actions of a man who had once claimed to love her. She had been used and tossed aside when John had tired of her, and it was only circumstance that kept her in his life. And that circumstance was slowly destroying her.

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When John was satisfied the rising and falling of Kristen's chest was too regular to be faked, he disengaged himself from her grip and pushed himself off the chair. Silently he made his way out of the room and closed the door.

She'd argued when he suggested that she try and get some sleep, but her pregnant body turned traitor and she found herself yawning as he led her upstairs to the bed. It hadn't taken long for her to lose the battle with her heavy eyelids and John was more than happy to get away from her.

Downstairs he found Peter waiting for him, his expression stormy.

"I know what you've been up to Black. You might be able to snow Kristen, but I *know* you've been lying." His lips thinned as he glowered at the man he held responsible for his sister's growing insanity. "I know you went away with Marlena. And the only reason I haven't told Kristen the truth is because I'm afraid of what it would do to her. If it wasn't for that, I'd let you fry. You *and* your girlfriend." He sneered, leaving John in no doubt as to how he felt about him. "You are responsible for *everything* that's happened to that woman up there," he pointed in the direction of the staircase not allowing John even a moment to reply. "If she's lost her mind, it's because *you* broke her heart through your lying and cheating. Because you didn't have the guts to make a decision and stick to it." He neared John, his hands on his hips, his posture overtly threatening. "It's your fault that she's in this state. You got her pregnant and then abandoned her emotionally. So, the way I see it, you have a responsibility to Kristen and her baby and you'd better live up to it. It's about time you got your priorities straight Black."

"Why the hell are you wasting your time with this?" John wasn't about to back away from Peter. He was so angry about what Marlena had been put through that this seemed like the ideal moment to take it out on someone. "Because if you think you can threaten me over your sister, you're as delusional as she is."

Sidestepping Peter, he walked over to the counter, staring at the grey-blue surface as he wondered abstractedly where Maya had gone. Peter wasn't about to let him get the last word and he followed John to where he faced him across the burnished steel sink.

"My sister is lying up there, her mind as good as scrambled and you act like you couldn't give a sh*t," Peter pounded the smooth countertop with his fist.

"To be blunt, I don't," John returned angrily. "Your sister brought this all on herself. Her downfall was entirely her own doing and neither I nor Marlena are going to take the blame for her evil doings."

Peter opened his mouth to argue, but John stepped up to him intimidatingly. "Your precious sister did *everything* in her power to keep Marlena and me apart. She lied and she schemed, and she played on our loyalty. And she twisted and used our love for each other against us." He pointed at Peter; his face full of fury. "She knew exactly what she was doing when she did that. She knew what she was doing when she helped Stefano kidnap Marlena. She knew *exactly* what she was doing when she tried to trap me by getting pregnant. When she used some vile contraption to hypnotize me, so I didn't know I was sleeping with her. When she for all intents and purposes *raped* me." He noted the lack of surprise in Peter's eyes, and he nodded. "I'll bet you even knew about that, didn't you? You probably even helped her." He shook his head in disgust. "You DiMera's are all cut from the same foul cloth."