“Vance, please just go.” Tracy pleaded.
“That's a great idea!” His wicked grin got bigger. “I'll go....and call Bruce and Frankie. They'd love to hear this!”
“Please don't.” She began to make her way down the steps, tears began to race down her cheeks. “Don't tell anyone.”
“Too late for that, Fag. It's all your fault anyway.” Vance turned and ran out of the yard as Tracy made it to the bottom step. She fell to her knees and began crying hard.
When he heard Vance's voice Peter had already been moving to the door, But the older boy was gone by time he got to her side. Modine stepped out and looked around for trouble, concern on her face. “Tracy, what happened.”
“Vance just seen her.” Peter replied, helping Tracy to her feet. “He's going to call his punk friends.”
Please note, there is a few harsh words in here so I left the rating at PG15. It also has Petticoat Punishment
