I Thought You Wanted Me

By: LadyErestor83

a random thought I had while watching Asylum (2005)...it stars: Marton Csokas, Ian McKellan, Natasha Richardson, and Hugh Bonneville...this fic is based on a scene with Edgar ( Csokas) and Peter (McKellan)...where they talk about Stella (Richardson)

pairing: Edgar/Peter...mentions of Stella and Nick (forgot who plays him)

disclaimers: wish I at least owned LMAO..but no, don't own any of it...

A/N: some actual dialogue from the movie is used..this is a ONE-SHOT, but may have a sequel one day...

warnings: implied rape

summary: Edgar and Peter talk while Edgar is in Solitary in the Asylum...

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EDGAR'S POV

" What would she want with an old queen like you?" I sputter at him, knowing that Stella would never go for him.

He stares at me now, mumbling something stupid as usual. I cannot stand him most of the time, but that is only because of what he has done to me. Before I met Stella, Peter Cleave was the one I went to. I went to talk, but he had other things in mind. I shudder when I think of them, hoping he will not see. He is talking at me again, or perhaps, to me. I can never tell the difference. Earlier he tells me Stella is here and now when I ask to see her, it seems as though he is hiding something. He is beside me now and I look at him, thinking perhaps that it is jealousy rising in me about him and Stella.

" I thought you wanted me." I finally say, somewhat saddened that I mean absolutely nothing to this soulless man. He talks again, but I barely listen. As he turns to leave, I place my hand on his shoulder.

" You will let me see her again, won't you?"

Peter turns to me and says," We will see."

I nod, then begin to turn away from him, knowing he is over me. The he calls my name.

" Edgar?"

I turn to face him once more, only to be shoved into a wall. I groan as my back hits the wooden surface. I glare at Peter as he smirks at me.

" I do want you Edgar and I will have you."

I try to get away from him, to call for help, but no one is listening I am sure. I feel my pants being lowered and next thing I know my stomach is against the wall instead of my back. I already knew what was coming next. It had happened before, many times before. I want to scream, but I know he will hit me again if I do. He is demanding of me. I feel as though I am being ripped apart, but I make no sound. I will not let him see me break. I hear him behind me.

" ' I thought you wanted me.' "

He is mocking me. He wants me to scream, beg him stop. I did it once, and he beat me with a belt in the middle of his office. Now I know better. Peter is not one for love as far as I am concerned. He believes that because I had killed my wife many years ago that I cannot be rehabilitated and sent back into society. When I had escaped a few months ago, I was fine. I had both Nick and Stella. I had told Nick about Peter, but not Stella. I could not ruin the image of this man for her. They had been friends prior to her cheating on her husband with me and leaving her husband for me. I am broken from my thoughts as Peter rips himself from me. I hear him zip up and leave. I quickly do the same, sinking on to the bench beside me. I begin to sob uncontrollably. What had I ever done to him? I had gone to him in a time of need, only to be used as his whore. In truth, I loved him. It may sound odd, but I did. That was before Nick, before Stella, and now he has shattered what was left of my heart. I looked at the door as I cried, repeating the words he had mocked me with.

" I thought you wanted me."

~*THE END*~