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The restaurant scene between Scott and his mom in "Falling Up" from his point of view. Higher Ground belongs to Fox Family, not me.
"Is that why you turned to her? Your stepmother?" Mom asked me. What? Turn to her? I didn't turn her! How can I make her understand? I wondered.
"Elaine!? No! It wasn't anything like that," I said out loud.
"But you wrote her those letters---the love letters---the child protective investigators---they showed them to me," Mom continued. Angrily, I tossed the cue stick onto the pool table and walked to a chair. I heard Mom follow me. I sat in one of the chairs and flounced back. Mom sat in the chair across from me and just waited. I knew she wanted me to say something---anything---but I didn't know how to start. How could I explain? The skank said that no one would believe me because I was just a kid. So far, she had been right. Well, not concerning Peter, but...it was his job to believe me.
"Scott, honey, just tell me what happened," Mom urged. I stared into space. All at once, everything came back.
"Scotty, say you love me," she said. I stared at her. What? What was this?
"What? I asked.
"Say you love me, Scotty. Call me your baby," she wheedled.
"No! That's what Dad says!" I protested.
"Scotty," she whined.
"She's so whack! She's messed up, Mom!" I finally said. "She---she would come into my room---and when she was in my room with me---she would ask me to say things---things like Dad would say to her---" I stopped for a second. Then, I plunged on. "But I couldn't, so I wrote it down," I finished. One of the letters I wrote danced in front of my eyes.
Dearest Elaine, you're my baby and my lover. I want you---all of you. The way you look, the way you move---
"I---I don't know why I did what I did," I finished lamely.
"Do you know why kept the letters?" Mom queried. What!? What kind of a question is that?! How am I supposed to know why she kept stupid things!? my mind screamed.
"I don't know. She gets off on it or something," I angrily answered aloud.
"No, Sweetie. So she could deny it," Mom said. "So she could make you---oh, what's the word I want?---make you the villain, and her the victim," she finished. Surprised, I looked at her, straight in the eyes.
"You believe me?" I questioned, hiding my shock and hope. Mom leaned forward and put a hand on wrist.
"Why do you think I'm here?" she responded. I didn't answer, I couldn't. My mind could only wrap itself around one thing. She believed me.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Okay, I know I promised to retire and spare you all my amateurish work, but it's killing me, it's like a part of me is missing. So, here is my humble request that you let me back into the fold. P.S. Keke1 posted a fic called "Unforgiven", which is about Scott's thoughts during the restaurant scene with his dad in "Because I Love You". Read, enjoy, and review. No flames though, you'll have to answer to me.