Chapter 1
A/N: This story starts before Scott went to Horizon. His father had just married Elaine and she moved in a month ago. Scott still played football, this was before the drugs and everything. This story will probably vary a bit from what we all know as season one of Higher Ground, but hopefully you guys won't mind!
The room was dark, the house was dark, the sky was dark, but his mind refused sleep. He got out of bed and padded silently down the stairs to the kitchen, in the hopes that a glass of milk would calm his restless mind. His father had left for Canada earlier in the day on yet another business trip, and Elaine had gone out with her friends for dinner, leaving him to fend for himself. It wasn't that he was incapable of frying some eggs or vegetables, but he missed his mother's cooking. He missed her period. They hadn't talked at all during the beginning of the divorce, and even now he was lucky if she ever responded to the messages he left on her machine. He sat down at the dining table with his glass, but he was too preoccupied to remember to drink it. He heard sounds coming from the door, and Elaine walked into the living room with one of her friends.
"I still can't believe he did that!"
"I know! The nerve of that little fuck is starting to piss me the hell off."
"Here, let me get you a shirt to change into. Scott is probably asleep upstairs, so you can change down here."
Elaine quietly walked up the stairs, trying not to wake the person she assumed was sleeping peacefully in his room. She grabbed a shirt from the walk-in closet in the room she shared with Martin and tossed it down to Cassandra, the tan-skinned beauty with dark silky hair and almond eyes. She pulled off her soaked shirt, which smelled of the beer that her ex-boyfriend had dumped on her, and pulled on the clean one. Scott watched silently from the kitchen, he knew he shouldn't be staring at a grown woman's chest, but he didn't want to make any movements that would draw their attention to him. They would think he was some sick pervert or something, and that was not an embarrassment that he wanted to subject himself to.
Cassandra said bye to Elaine and then left, and Elaine went to her room. Scott dumped the now luke-warm milk down the sink and quietly tiptoed to his room. He lay on his bed and eventually drifted off to sleep.
The sound of horribly loud thunder jarred him from his dream. It felt like the storm was happening inside the room itself. He peered into the darkness and made out a figure standing by the door.
"Scotty?" Elaine crept towards him, searching for his face in the darkness. "Scotty, are you awake?"
"I am now," he mumbled. The way she was saying his name was starting to sound needy.
"Scotty, I'm scared," she said, coming closer to finally sit on his bed.
"Scared of what?" His mind was jumbled from sleepiness, and he definitely didn't understand what could possibly be keeping her up at that hour, though he had had the same type of problem a mere two hours before.
"The storm," she whispered into his ear. "I'm afraid that someone is going to come get me, this house is so big…"
He sighed. Women. "No one's going to come get you, you must be a little paranoid or something."
Her voiced rose slightly, and at the same time managed to get smaller. "But I heard noises outside… they're scaring me. I didn't think Martin would be gone, we kept getting these calls and someone would hang up. What if they're coming to rob us or kill us?"
Okay, she was starting to make him feel nervous. Had she really been hearing noises outside? Was someone out there? "Um, I don't know-"
"Can I stay here for a little while? Until they go away?" Her eyes were teary, and they darted towards the window when another bolt of lightning illuminated the room.
He didn't know what to do. He was really tired and had school the next day, but Elaine was scaring him. Thunderstorms had never been especially frightening to him, but her theories about people hiding in the darkness were. She looked like she was about to hyperventilate, so he consented. "Okay, you can stay if you want to."
"Thanks," she said, and pulled her legs up onto the bed and under herself. Scott settled back into bed and slept.
Tingling sensations pulled his mind away from sleep once again. Elaine's hands were wrapped around his stomach, gently stroking the hair under his navel. She was hugging him tightly, her slender body resting against his back. Her lips were on his neck, and he could feel air coming in and out of her mouth.
"Scotty?" she mumbled softly. She sat up, looking over his face. Her nightgown, which was made of very thin silk, slipped down her shoulders, exposing almost all of her chest.
"What are you doing?" he whispered. The way she was looking at him was making him uncomfortable.
"Shhh," she leaned into his ear. "You feel so good." As she said it, her hand slid down from his stomach into his boxers. Scott inhaled sharply. Sure he was a jock at school, but he had never actually had a relationship serious enough to progress into sex. Her touch was arousing his body, but his mind was numb from fear. He didn't understand what was going on, why she was touching him the way she was, and why he wasn't doing anything about it. She gently stroked him as her lips made their way up his neck to the back of his ear, and she grabbed his hair with her free hand to hold him still when he tried to pull away from her. She kissed his lips forcefully, pulling at them and sliding her tongue along his teeth when he didn't respond.
Scott gasped for breath, her hands were getting more than acquainted with his thighs and what was in between. He felt dizzy; he couldn't focus on anything besides her fingers rubbing up and down on him. She pulled off his shirt and kissed his chest, nibbling on his nipples, and then going down to his stomach. All the while her hands still groped him, pushing and pulling him around until he thought he was going to faint. Her lips sucked on his belly button, and her tongue ran down from it to the top of his boxers. Her hands slid out from the legs of them and she yanked them off, pulling her body on top of his. His eyes regained enough focus during the short break to see her leisurely pull of her gown and force down on him. The surge sent shivers all the way up his spine. She held his arms down as she rocked back and forth, occasionally leaning down to his ear to tell him that he was in on a little secret, and he couldn't tell anyone or he would be sorry. His eyes rolled all the way back as she pushed further and further down, and she grabbed his hair when he finally released. He couldn't move and he felt like his entire body had turned into jelly. The dizziness turned to nausea as his brain finally realized what had just happened: he had sex with his father's wife.
Elaine smiled when he closed his eyes painfully. "I want you," she said seductively, "I know you want me too baby, your body said it all." All traces of the terrified woman that had been in his room were gone; instead he could hear the confidence in her voice as she babbled on about rules he was supposed to follow. What had he done? Why hadn't he done anything? He could have, he could've at least tried to get her off of him instead of just lying there like a dummy. Maybe she would leave, and then he could get away from all of it.
But Elaine had no intention of leaving. She lay down on top of him, rested her head under his chin and spread her arms out over his. They curled back and stopped at the tops of his biceps, and she kissed his collarbone before drifting off to sleep. Exhaustion was tugging at his eyelids, but his brain was on overdrive. It had felt good, her holding him the way she was now felt good, but at the same time it was sickening. He drifted off, all of his questions unanswered, with thoughts that led to only one faulty person: himself.
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