(This will be a rough chapter... Get ready.)

(Not my video or song.)

[***Trigger warning: Hateful words, homophobia, fighting]

(Also, I don't know what to name Mrs and Mr Driscol. They don't have first names In the books.
So 🤷🏼‍♀️, unless I find some fitting names I'll just have to call them that. But I'm not sure If they deserve names.)

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Original story, created by- Dakotahstacy3. ONLY on Wattpad.
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(Written back in February 2024)

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Cole's pov-

"Hey, Peter. Do you want to go get a slushee with me?" I asked as I put on my shoes. It was a nice day out, so why not go out?

"Mmm. Sure." He said, getting up to put on his shoes.

"We're going out for awhile, mom!" I yelled out then we walked down to the gas station. Little did I know about what would happen...

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"I want the raspberry one." I said as I filled up the cup to the very top.

"Um, blue raspberry Is better." Peter said judging me.

"Blue raspberry Isn't even real." I said looking at him.

He glared at me, "Don't. Even. Go. There." He said while pointing his finger at me.

"Alright, alright. Just get your slushee. Both flavors are good and I personally like the coke one more. But they don't have It here." I said.

"Cole and Coke. I guess I would be Peter and Dr. Pepper. Mmm, I haven't had soda In so long." Peter mumbled.

"Let's go pay for these." I said.

"Um, no. How about you pay. I didn't bring any money." He said sipping his blue raspberry slushee.

"Fine. I'll be your sugar daddy." I said In a monotone voice then laughed. I paid for our slushees then we walked down the street, talking about random stuff.

Something suddenly caught my attention. Like someone staring at me? Kind of like when the spirit bear was around. It was a sort of sixth sense. Feeling like another being was around, even If you couldn't see them.

Peter stopped dead In his tracks. What was It? What's going on? I thought then noticed him looking across the street. Turning my head to see what It was...

Peter's parents stood on the opposite side of the street, staring at us... oh, no.

We grabbed each others hands tightly and ran back In the direction of my house, as quickly as we could. We were still holding our slushees as we raced down the sidewalk, them shaking and spilling out.

After a few moments we slowed down, out of breath. We looked back to see If they followed us or If anyone saw us running away like freaks In a apocalypse or something.

I looked at Peter, he was trying to catch his breath as he was staring back. My heart felt like It was beating out of my chest. Feeling so worried and scared. I could only imagine how Peter was feeling.

"P-Peter?" I said out of breath. "Are you okay?"

As he looked towards me, I could see his face was red, from running. His eyes show how worried and scared he was. Our hands were still holding each other tightly.

"Let's get home. We're not to far now." I said and we quickly walked back home.
Slamming the door closed behind us and locking It.

"Cole? Peter? What's going on?" My mom asked.

Peter hugged me tightly, his face pressing against my chest. "It's okay, baby." I said reassuringly and rubbing his back.

"Okay, seriously. What's going on!? Are you two okay!?" My mom asked worriedly, walking up to us.

"His- parents were there. We ran home." I explained.

"Oh... Peter." She said quietly, hugging me and Peter.

"Your safe, baby. We're home now." I said.

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Mr. Driscol's pov-

Me and my wife were downtown, running some errands. As we were walking back to our car I noticed two people on the side of the street.

My son. And that- that creep.

They saw us and ran away, I went to go after them but my wife stopped me.

"No! Just let them go." She pleaded.

I clenched my jaw and got In the car.

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"Do you want to help me make dinner?" My wife asked as she went to the kitchen.

"No. I'll be upstairs for a bit." I said.

"Okay." She said.

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I quietly sneaked out of the house, making my way back outside to the car. I wasn't going to let that creep, that monster, that- pervert, to fill my sons mind with filth. I had to get Peter away from him. Tonight.

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Cole's pov-

Peter sat on my lap as I held him tight. Trying to comfort him any way I could. We were sitting on the couch together, the tv playing a show we liked.

"Everything will work out, baby. You don't need to stress and worry about anything, not anymore." I said.

"But- I can't help It. What's gonna happen between me and my parents? Will we ever be like a family again? Do they even care about me?" Peter sniffled.

"Hey, look at me." I said, gently placing my hands on his head. "I love you. That's all that matters right now."

"I love you too." He said and placed a kiss on my lips.

A *loud banging* at the door and yelling interrupted us.

"Cole?" Peter whispered In a worried voice, looking at the door then at me.

"Just go upstairs. Stay there. I'll take care of It." I said.

"Okay..." He mumbled as he slowly walked away from me, then went upstairs.

More *loud banging* at the door.

"Cole. I don't think you should answer It." My mom said worriedly as she stood next to me. "Let's just ignore It. Maybe call the cops..." She said.

"You don't really mean that right?" I asked.

"No, If we need to call the cops, I will. I'm not letting that man hurt you or Peter. It's not worth It." She said with a serious face.

"We have to face him eventually." I said, dreading about what might happen.

"No! I'm not letting you get hurt. Your staying In this house. Go up and stay with Peter." She said sternly.

"Mom..." I said while looking at her. "What are we supposed to do?"

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More loud banging and yelling interrupted us again.
"OPEN THIS DOOR!!" Mr. Driscol shouted at the top of his lungs.

"I'm calling the cops. That's what I'm doing." My mom said, running over to grab her phone.

"Get out of there, NOW! I know your In there!" Mr. Driscol yelled.
"Get out of there, you pervert!" He yelled, that word stinging at me.

"Your a f##king  faggot!" He yelled out.

Did he just say that? I love Peter and I don't care what people think or say. But I do care about Peter. And If anyone, I mean anyone, messes with him. I will take care of It.

My anger started to rise, all that time I spent trying to stop It was ignored. This wasn't the time for words. People like Mr. Driscol will never listen or understand.
My fist clenched up, my jaw tightened, my heart racing, and my mind only thinking about protecting Peter. Nothing else mattered right now.

"I just called the police." My mom said, then looked me. "Cole?... You need to go upstairs. Don't listen to him! Don't do this, please!" She begged, standing In front of me.

"No, mom. You need to go upstairs. I'm not letting him anywhere near you or Peter." I said, pointing towards the door, the door that Mr. Driscol was on the other side of. The only thing separating us right now, was that door. But not for much longer.

"Your a creep and a pervert! Taking control of my son! You should be arrested!" He yelled out, neighbors probably hearing and freaking out. He banged on the door, kicking and punching as hard as he could. "You shouldn't be around my son! Your a predator! How dare you ever f##king touch him!"

"He'll just tire himself out then the cops will arrest him. Okay, Cole? Just stay Inside. Please." My mom said.

Mr. Driscol kicked the door as hard as he could, sounds of the wood splintering could be heard. Screws being knocked loose from the houses frame. Loud screaming and incoherent yelling.
This had to be stopped. Now.

I quickly went over to the door, ripping It open. The lock being broken and the hinges bending.

Me and Mr. Driscol stared at each other, rage blurring everything. Then It started.

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