Should mention I’d had a thing for him for about a year now. School girl crush, I guess you could call it. Outside the sound of cars, the boom of th... bass almost shaking the window, the sound of the street just background noise I’ve learned to tune out. Like having the TV on in the background, you know? Loud voices, just the usual trash talk, nothing that made my ‘spider-sense’ tingle. Funny, but you just don’t think about how violence could erupt at any moment. It’s a part of life. That said,. “Two! Miss Seagrave.” Joanne’s voice said coldly.Peter Mitchell winced with pain and tried to stop the tears welling up in his eyes. It was no use, and as the cane was raised again, tears had started to fall from his eyes and onto the leather bench and onto the floor below. His breathing came in gasps and he forgot all about breathing as the stroke landed. It was just a case of getting through those final two strokes for him.“Thud!” The sound of the heavy reformatory cane connecting with his. " So what's up? Am I going to have to go over to Paolo's and kick his ass?" Ben had never liked Paolo and was relieved when his daughter had ended things. Still, he did not like to see his little girl hurt and he would gladly have taken a five iron to the k**."No, he hasn't done anything else. He was just coming over to get the last of his stuff and I didn't want to be there. I told him to leave his key." She gratefully sipped some of the tequila and enjoyed the burn as it slid down into her. ”“Of course, Samantha. I’ll go and get it for you,” Deborah replied trying to smile as best she could.Deborah quickly poured out two glasses of orange juice and went back into the living room. She handed one glass to Samantha and took a sip from her glass. She looked at Samantha and saw her smiling face had changed to a rather cross one.“So you made a call using my phone, didn’t you Deborah.” It was a statement rather than a question.“How did you?” Deborah started but trailed off. It was a.