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From Hollow Man

“If he was… if he was…” Peter couldn’t say the words “pimping me out,” just swallowed and moved on. “I would have noticed! Sonya would have noticed. You weren’t…?”

“No, I did not join the Company until later. It was not me. It was Maury Parkman.”

“What about Sonya? What about me? Did he make me imagine her sometimes?”

Did my father have Maury impersonate my girlfriend just so some of the damned Company agents could get their rocks off? The very idea seemed too bizarre, too strange to take in all at once, even with Peter’s wide range of experience with strange. Even knowing the depths of his father’s cruelty and betrayal as he did, Peter hadn’t realized there might have been unplumbed depths to which Arthur Petrelli would sink.

“Peter, there never was a Sonya. She never existed. Sonya was the form Maury had the agents wear when they came to your room.”

The bottom dropped out of Peter's stomach, and he felt a roaring in his ears.

“Why?” Peter cried, when he could finally speak. He felt his throat choking shut, and tried to slow his harsh, ragged breathing. Could his father be that cruel, to have made Peter’s first romance, his first time, be nothing more than a trick of the mind?

“You wish to know everything?”

Peter’s fingernails scraped at the brick wall, and he looked over his shoulder at the half-hidden entrance to Carla’s House. He’d started to come here halfway through his freshman year at college, needing something he didn’t dare explain to a stranger, not with Sonya (there never had been a real Sonya) gone to college in California.

What else had his father done to him? How else had he betrayed him? For that explanation, Peter would give anything.