W H I R L W I N D | T. Wolf [1]

s c e n e xix

that part with damage control
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Beacon Hills, California
November 4, 2012

Sommer's ice blue eyes burned into Peter's as she watched him hold her brother by his throat.

Her mind raced, heart thumping while she tried to gather herself.

She was caught between right and wrong.

Family or loneliness.
The truth or lies.

Sommer couldn't decide.

It was all too much for her; the brunette feeling tears in her eyes as she looked down at the floor.

She refused to let them fall; not wanting to give into Peter's satisfaction.

"Sommer." Peter's cold voice rings as he stared her down.

Her head slowly moved up, just enough for her to look at him through her lashes, face blank.

"Are you coming?"

She didn't say a word, she just followed after her brother as they walked over to a car, keys in Peter's hand.

Who's car was this?
She wondered, but Peter decided to speak up.

"My nurse won't be needing this any time soon."

Of course..

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Beacon Hills High School was nearly empty- most everyone already out in the parking lot or at the after party, while one star player was getting changed.

The three standing Hales approached, the two younger ones waiting back while their uncle taunted the poor new beta.

"You know," Peter began, Sommer's head cast down at the sound of Scott's racing heartbeat. "I never understood lacrosse. Back in my day we played basketball. Now that's a sport!"

Scott seethed as his eyes met the once-comatose man, seeing him with a sinister smirk as he watched him like prey.

"Wh-What the hell?!" Was all he could get out, dumbfounded upon the sight.

Peter shrugged, fiddling with the lacrosse stick in his hands as Sommer watched them closely.

"I came here to offer you a deal." He spoke carelessly as he shot his eyes up, daring him to answer.