Russian Roulette

Summary: KC just wanted to be rid of him. An AU version of the end of Heart Like Mine, Part Two.

Disclaimer: I do not own Degrassi or any of it's characters.

KC Guthrie fingered the thick strap to the duffle bag that sat on his lap. His other hand fidgeted slightly inside the back, long fingers wrapping around cold metal. Coach Carson had ruined everything for him. He was the reason that KC and Clare's relationship had ended, he was the reason KC that KC found his trust in adults once again shattered. He'd trusted the older man. He'd thought of him almost like a father. God knows he'd never really had one of those before. His own father had always yelled at him and abused him physically, emotionally, and verbally. Coach Carson had seemed so different. He'd acted as if he'd actually-cared about KC. He guessed though that that had all been a lie to get him right where the coach had wanted him.

He heard the shouts and cheering from the crowd in the gym, signaling the game had either begun or was about to begin and he knew that Coach Carson would come looking for him. He was afraid to face him, but it was also what he wanted.

The door to the locker room swung open and Coach Carson walked in, a worried look on his face. "What are you doing in here? The games about to start! We need our most improved player out there." He said, moving swiftly torwards him.

"I'm not playing." KC mumbled quietly, eyes on the wall infront of him.

"Well why not? Do you really want to let down your team like that, KC?" Coach Carson asked as he moved closer and put his hand on the boy's shoulder.

The teen flinched away from the touch and turned his head to lock haunting green eyes on the man who had betrayed him. "You're disgusting!" He spit out. "I trusted you and all you really are is a pervert!" He choked slightly on his words, swallowing a lump in his throat. He tried to stop himself from crying.

Coach Carson looked at him, donning a hurt expression on his face. "I don't know what you mean." He lied.

"The hotel room. I'll tell Mrs. Hatsilakos and Mr. Simpson about the hotel room and the hooker-all of it." KC told him, voice shaking slightly.

The coach smiled cruelly. "You have no proof. Besides, who do you really think they would believe? A foster kid or a well trusted teacher?" He moved forward again and moved his hand slowly down KC's bare arm.

KC squeezed his eyes shoot and took in some deep, shuddering breaths at the touch and his hand wrapped tighter around the gun in his duffle bag. He began to pull the gun slowly from the bag as the coach kept touching him. He just wanted to be rid of the man, be rid of the betrayal of trust, be rid of the feel of his hands on him.

"You know, you're really weak." Coach Carson said in a cold tone. "You can't even stop me and you can't think on your own. You were the perfect boy."

"Shut up!" KC snarled, lifting the hand with the gun and pointing it at the man. His face was twisted into a look of hurt and anger as he jumped up from the bench, still pointing the gun at the man before him.

To be continued...

Last Part: Will KC pull the trigger or will he or someone else stop him before he can?