Sexual Provocation: After Tragedy Strikes
Note: I really would've loved to bring Sebastian back to the story, but in reality, it would ruin the whole first film if Sebastian lived. So I decided to make it more real to leave him passed on & to show what happens with Kathryn, Annette, Cecille, and Ronald. I've tried my best to please you. I hope you like this story.
ANNETTE'S DIARY- September 2nd, 1999
Dear Diary, I once again come to confide in you. I feel as if you're the only one who I can tell how I really feel inside and I know only you would understand. My heart is breaking inside. One would only think Kathryn getting what she deserves would make me feel better, but it doesn't. I only care for Sebastian, and I can't begin to express how I miss him so. It's been a few weeks since he left me. School's a sham to me now, well...living is too I guess. Things just aren't the same for me anymore. I mean, with Sebastian, I experienced so much & fell in love which means I grew as a person and got smarter. And I wonder why it was all taken from me. When I remember how Sebastian so willingly gave his life for me, it hurts so bad, because I would have as equally died for him as he did for me. One thing I'm glad about is the matter I got to tell him I loved him before he passed away. In a lot of cases, people never get to tell someone how they really feel. Although I didn't get to express everything I felt to Sebastian, I know that he knows anyway. I could feel it. Now every time I try to read a book, I so suddenly find myself being reminded of Sebastian because of a character or plot in a book. I'm just not the same without him, and it's kind of strange, because a month ago I didn't want to be anywhere near Sebastian. Now I understand that he was lost, and I'm proud that he found himself when he found love. I sure know I found me. When I do get sleep, which is very rare now, I always dream of Sebastian. Sometimes he's smiling, still alive and happy, and we're kissing. Or sometimes it's a nightmare of the day he died, in which I bolt awake drenched in perspiration. I will miss Sebastian with everything inside of me, with all that I am. And I know I'll never be able to love anyone as much as I loved him, which means I could never love at all. I'm not just grieving anyone, I'm grieving the person who changed my life & loved me & cared for me. I'm not sure if I'll ever get over it. Really. So basically I'm dying inside, more than Kathryn. Well that's all for today. ~ANNETTE
KATHRYN'S ROOM
Kathryn looked up from Sebastian's journal, still trying to absorb what everyone now knew about her. They knew she was a scheme maker, a backstabbing bitch, they knew everything. They despised her, they hated her. She knew she could never walk down the streets again without people glaring at her, full of pity for her. She had never shred a tear of real pain. How could she be so weak, she thought to herself. "I'm supposed to be strong." That's when a knock occurred at her door. She sighed and walked to the door, opening it slowly, not knowing who to expect out of everyone who wanted to kill her right now. It was her mother. So rarely was she ever home, Kathryn guessed this was enough for her mother to come bitch at her. Her mother raged in, talking at the same time, "I can't believe this Kathryn. Cocaine? Schemes? Who do you think you are?!" Kathryn stared, not really listening, she could care less. "Look mother, I don't need a lecture. What I did was what I did & I really don't feel like having a conversation right now." "Don't talk to me like that Kathryn! Not only did you ruin your reputation, you ruined mine! My friends are going to be all over me!," her mother yelled. "Oh yes I forgot. Not only am I living my life, I've got to watch out for yours." "You're damn right! What you do reflects on me. How many times do I have to tell you?!" Kathryn's mother reached inside her black jacket & pulled out a form. "This Kathryn is for messed up bitches of daughters like you, a place where you'll be taught how to behave like a high-class lady. Not only will you learn new morals, you'll get that Coke out of your system." "I'm not going anywhere mother. I'm staying here. I'm almost 18. Oh but I forgot you wouldn't notice," Kathryn told her. "So if you're eighteen shouldn't you be out of my house, not living off of my money!?" her mother screamed. "I'm not going pure and simple. I'd have to be dead and drug there." Kathryn told her. "Fine, do whatever the hell you want. Don't care about what others think of you!" Her mother was enraged, threw the form on the floor, and stormed out of the room. The door slammed behind her. "That's right mother, whatever I want. What I want is for that miss goody two shoes of a bitch Annette to pay for this." Kathryn told herself. She remembered the smirk on Annette's face in the lady's room at Manchester. Acting as if she knew nothing, when the whole time she was out for blood. Why did Sebastian have to keep a damn journal? Why do good people always come first, and the go-getting bad people always go down. Well not this time, Kathryn thought, there's no way Annette can get away with this.
ANNETTE'S ROOM
Annette woke up the next morning feeling sick and tired. She only got about a total of an hour and a half of sleep that night. She sighed getting out of bed & went to her window & opened the curtains. She was surprised at what she saw. Cecille Caldwell walked across the street to Annette's house. "Hmm, I wonder what she's doing here." Annette said to herself. She walked down to the front door & opened it after Cecille had knocked once. "Hi Annette." Cecille said friendly. "Hi, Cecille, come on in," Annette said. Cecille walked into the house, and Annette shut the door and followed Cecille to the living room. "So how can I help you Cecille?" Annette asked nicely. "Well, I just wanted to thank you. I mean I never got the chance before, and I..." Cecille started. "Thank me for what?" Annette asked. "For making me realize what Kathryn was doing to me. If it wasn't for you and Sebastian's journal I would've been destroyed even worse than she was. She just played me the whole time, yet I was thankful for any attention she gave to me. See how bad that is?" Cecille told Annette. "Well I wouldn't gloat about it Cecille, I mean, Sebastian's dead because of Kathryn. She got what she deserved, that's the end of it." Annette said. "Yeah, I agree, but I don't think it's over." Cecille told her. "What do you mean?" Annette asked. Cecille replied, "Well, I spent a lot of time with Kathryn. And now I kind of know how she operates. We destroyed her life, her reputation, everything she built for herself. She won't forget about it just like that. I guarantee you she's thinking of a way to get revenge on you and maybe me right now."
THE VALMONT LIVING ROOM
Kathryn walked around the Valmont living room, thinking about everyone's faces when they found out all of her deepest secrets. She felt so exposed, and she felt dirty. But she knew she couldn't change. She had to get back at Annette and Cecille. Cecille was soooo happy to see her destroyed too. Everyone has to pay, Kathryn though, everyone. She came to a picture of Sebastian sitting on an antique table. She stared at it, and then went into rage. She took the picture of the table screaming & threw it at the wall. The glass shattered and fell to the ground. She threw the table, everything she could, screaming at the top of her lungs. Then she fell down the wall crying, breaking down. How could everything she had be destroyed and ruined? Then she realized how much a baby she was being, and stood up. She remembered what Cecille had told her two weeks earlier: "If you're so called heart is breaking, and you're looking for someone to blame...there's a mirror over there. Go take a hard long look. You'll see who did this all to you. Yourself." Cecille's words echoed in Kathryn's mind as she stared into the mirror. She screamed again & busted the mirror with her hand, vowing to herself, "God as my witness I am going to make sure everyone pays for doing this to me. God as my witness."