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A/N: I wrote this a long time ago on paper. It was May 2016... I'd just finished a standardized test a couple of hours early (they give too much time on those things) and was messaging with "The Fanfic Writer formerly known as Little Collie Lovett". We were discussing Brad, Janet, and gender roles.
Janet often prided herself in her ability to act helpless. To seem like a cute little thing that needed to be rescued by a brave man like Brad Majors. Especially Brad Majors. Now, he was no Clark Gable... but that was better. Brad was the sort of guy who went golfing with Janet's father, the sort who sold stocks for a living. He was a respectable man who made enough money to support Janet, so that she could keep acting helpless and he could keep telling her that 'it's alright'. She's cook and clean, he'd have a steady job. Very traditonal... very right. Those were their places in the world - or so Janet once thought.
Now, Janet hadn't married Brad yet even though they'd been engaged for quite a while. She was still 'Miss Weiss' and she still lived with her parents. This sounded fine to everyone involved, or so they said. Janet knew that things weren't right. People didn't have to marry too soon after they got engaged... they didn't have to wear the ring.
Yet a year seemed a bit much. Nobody said so because you weren't supposed to. Everyone knew that something had happened to both Brad & Janet after Ralph & Betty's wedding. The question was 'what' - though nobody wanted to ask. It's easier to pretend your just an ordinary conforming person part of an ordinary family, like the type you see on TV. But Janet didn't want to be Donna Reed now.
It was all because of the strange castle. The 'affair' only Brad, Janet, Dr. Scott, and a few local policemen knew about it. Nobody spoke of it. Somehow so many things had happened so quickly. Like some kind of mind-altering drugs, ill affects had outlasted the initial rush. Within eight hours Janet had ... she'd done things she never would've in a normal, and the memories haunted her.
They'd gone looking for a phone. How simple, how innocent... how did things go so far?
Janet spent all her time locked in her childhood bedroom, refusing to speak to anyone for too long. Even the slightest thing reminded her of that night. It frightened her how easily she thought of the person at the center of the whole mess. The man who's name she didn't dare say aloud, for it sounded too weird... too rude. He was a snake whispering in her ear...
But surely you're not spent... yet...
It was all terribly biblical. This sly, snake-like man in delectable drag corrupting innocent Janet and then Brad. The fact that she'd sinned the worst made the parallels even clearer. The devil in drag... the innocent couple... the whole world feeling corrupted and wrong.
Janet wasn't sure what was going to happen next. Perhaps she'd be a modern Mrs. Havisham of sorts and stay locked away in her house forever and ever. Maybe she'd go back to normal within a year. How could she know? How could she know anything anymore?
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