He wasn’t an idiot, of course he noticed the marks on her face, bruises clearly evident despite her best efforts to cover up with make up. She wasn’t the first girl in the southside to do it, and she wouldn’t be the last. But his main concern was where they came from – there’d been no fights, as far as Pea knew. The serpents were keeping a low profile, by orders of their king, Jughead Jones – no criminal activity or you were out. Which made everyone a little more on edge than usual.
A breath drawn in, arms crossed over his chest, he watched her for a minute, wondering if he should leave well enough alone, but something didn’t sit right. “ what happened to your face? – you get ina fight? know the big boss man ain’t gonna like that~” he teased, half joking, hoping going in lighter might tease out whatever the hell she was hiding.
Wondering briefly if her boyfriend could be the culprit – anger burning in his gut at the thought, he HATED men who hit women, no REAL man would lay his hands on a woman, he’d watched his own father enough times from behind the sofa as a kid to know that he would NEVER follow in his foot steps. Leaning in, his voice a whisper, soft with concern painted, “if he did that you’d tell me, right?” nostril flaring as he swallowed thick.
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If the Serpents were known for anything, besides false accusations that they were all criminals and bad people, it was their fierce drive to protect each other, to keep each other safe and well looked after. Normally, Lianna would appreciate such a sentimental gesture as the taller teen checking up on her to make sure she was all right, but at the moment, the battered young woman simply continued to stare down at the fire before them. How could she tell Sweet Pea anything that was happening to her without his temper flying off the handle? She knew what he was capable of when his friends were in trouble. And like Hell was she going to put him in harm’s way as well...the need to protect him overpowered any desire to spill the truth.
“Yeah, well...what the boss man doesn’t know won’t hurt him...trust me,” she returned in a low tone, pulling her trademark jacket deeper about her torso and doing her best to keep her emotions in check, wincing as the frown on her face caused her cheek to throb. Her boyfriend had thrown her halfway across his trailer and then tried to tell her he still loved her. He had told her on multiple occasions how much he needed her, yet every damn time ended up hurting her even worse, getting steadily more physically violent until she could no longer sit by and allow him to hurt her.
She had the still black and blue bruises scattered across her body and face to prove what he had done. She had finally had the courage to break it off for good, to tell him to stay the hell away from her, but none of it even made a difference. In fact, it made everything worse, to the point where she now feared for her life. But there was only so many times she could say she had run into inanimate objects before those who knew her would begin to question it.
“All of these theories and crazy revelations are getting to ya, Sweets...” she tried to reason with him half-heartedly, her deep chocolate eyes finally dragging up to gaze into his face that was so worried for her. A twinge in her heart softened her expression just slightly the longer she watched him. Her look was pleading with him not to press the matter, to just drop it as they were so exposed out in the middle of their tent city. Anyone could be listening. “If who did what?”
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