A/N: Based on the Book "Apple Tree Yard" By Louise Doughty
A/N: Strong Language. Adult scenes.
A/N: Lyrics in bold are an alternate version of "Vindicated" by Dashboard Confessional.
"A crush,
Dangles on a string, like slow spinning redemption,
Winding in, Brett's freaking out,
The smile, it twinkles in his eye,
Mason roped him in, his skin,
Mesmorizing,
Hewitt, hypnotising,
Brett is captivated, he is,
Infatuated he is..."
"On the counts of physical and Sexual assault and Battery, how do you find the defendant?" Ray asked.
"On all Counts of Assualt and Battery we find Brett Talbot...Not Guilty" Claire said.
Brett breaks down crying in the witness box. His pack gather around him, like hungry hyenas. Desperate to yell, they cheered and howled in approval. Of course, they can howl glow, and turn. It's a supernatural court. Brett rises from the box, his hair, darting up all over the place. His Little Sister clutching at his neck, and tears streaming down his cheek.
"To all of the jury, Thank you from the bottom of my beholden heart! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to get immersed back into society. Thank you for seeing through Mr Hewitt's lies. And most of all thank you for seeing the human side of me. Id' never hurt anyone, never mind rape them. Were's are peaceful creatures. It's a shame that Mason's crush on me divulged into something, so heinous and tragic because of jealousy.
Now I just want to chain myself to my pack and never let go! Satomi you're the first person I'd like to thank, you've been my rock..."
Mason stood up. He shuffled out of the seats and numbly kept walking until he found himself outside. It was hot but he found himself shivering anyway. Everything had gone to shit. Every game he played, every smile he faked, all the allies he'd made had turned to dust. He'd been content cordial, complaisant, about the life that he had, the Guys that had chosen him.
Until he chose Brett and things had spiralled out of control. Desperate times, had called for desperate measures. He would have done, signed or said anything to keep Scott. Thinking of the devil, Mason had to make a move before the Were smelled him outside and followed him to his place.
He had to leave Beacon hills, now, his conscience wasn't giving him any choice.