Author's note: I was so glad to see somebody started Gossip fan fiction
stories that I had to write one as well. I loved the movie, it was an
ending you would never have expected and I do like dramas like that.
To get one thing straight, I don't think Rapists need to avoid the penalty
they deserve, like Derrick did in the movie, but I suppose it's because
James played him so sensitive and all, that Derrick Webb managed to get my
sympathy. So I changed it all a bit, to make him seem like a rapist, but in
the end it didn't went like that entirely. I hope you will like it and
feedback is really appreciated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Gossip, not the characters or their surroundings. This story is written for entertainment only and is not used to make profit.
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Derrick watched as his two friends left the building, still laughing, trying to keep up appearance, it only worked as long as they were there. He was alone now; silence greeting him in the big loft, his shoulders sagged. What would the others think? Good question and he already knew the answer. They would think the same as those years back in high school, scum, rapist, not even enough to glare at. He would be stared at, shouted at and ignored, just like then. He had paid for it, for what he had done, he lost his parents because of it, his family and his friends. And now he was paying again, it would never leave him alone, where he would go; it would always haunt him, forever. He stood up, his legs feeling heavy, going straight for the liquor, or what was left of it. Good, whiskey, as long as it was strong, and enough to numb his mind for now, he didn't mind. His place was trashed but he couldn't care less. He had enough in his trust fond to replace those things. Like he needed them, like he needed those things. Why bothering to grab a glass, he was planning on drinking the entire bottle and hopefully wake next year or so. It tasted like shit, not that it needed to taste at all, his prime goal was to get drunk and forget.
He woke in the middle of the night, a pounding headache already settling in, but he was probably still drunk. It took him a minute or two to realise what had woken him, shattered glass and in the midst a brick. So it had started already, it would always start with the broken window, funny enough he didn't care as the freezing wind made it's way in. The whiskey was keeping him warm. He laughed, a strange hoarse sound, vibrating through the apartment. All of this because of a gossip, and he had fallen for it big time, right in his own trap without even realising something was going on, somebody had been planning to destroy his life carefully and had used Naomi Preston to do it. God, he hated that bitch, twice she destroyed him, and was having the time of her life with it. He had to admit, rape wasn't the nicest thing to do, but she made him do it, she said she wanted to go further and in the end she didn't. By that time it was too late and now he was labelled rapist. The laughing stopped, as he just fell to the ground, crying now, it sounded almost inhuman as he just cried out his loss.
He just stared at the tiles in his bathroom, as he was seated next to the toilet, emptying the content of his stomach from time to time. He had a killer headache and the worst hangover ever. He felt like shit, and the worst part was, there was no Jones to help him settle into bed. He had gotten used to the company of his friends, and now, when he needed one, he realised what he had lost. "Screw them, I don't need them," he muttered to the wall, though even the pink paint seemed to disagree on that. "I don't need anybody; I'm capable of being alone." Or so he hoped. He would clean out his locker tomorrow, though he already dreaded that moment. Like hell was he going back to that school, maybe it was time to find him another place to life, maybe even another country. Some place where they never heard of that Naomi or Jones, or the whole freaking bunch of people who had betrayed him like that. He would go to school tomorrow, and face them all, as soon as his stomach would settle that was.
tbc
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Gossip, not the characters or their surroundings. This story is written for entertainment only and is not used to make profit.
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Derrick watched as his two friends left the building, still laughing, trying to keep up appearance, it only worked as long as they were there. He was alone now; silence greeting him in the big loft, his shoulders sagged. What would the others think? Good question and he already knew the answer. They would think the same as those years back in high school, scum, rapist, not even enough to glare at. He would be stared at, shouted at and ignored, just like then. He had paid for it, for what he had done, he lost his parents because of it, his family and his friends. And now he was paying again, it would never leave him alone, where he would go; it would always haunt him, forever. He stood up, his legs feeling heavy, going straight for the liquor, or what was left of it. Good, whiskey, as long as it was strong, and enough to numb his mind for now, he didn't mind. His place was trashed but he couldn't care less. He had enough in his trust fond to replace those things. Like he needed them, like he needed those things. Why bothering to grab a glass, he was planning on drinking the entire bottle and hopefully wake next year or so. It tasted like shit, not that it needed to taste at all, his prime goal was to get drunk and forget.
He woke in the middle of the night, a pounding headache already settling in, but he was probably still drunk. It took him a minute or two to realise what had woken him, shattered glass and in the midst a brick. So it had started already, it would always start with the broken window, funny enough he didn't care as the freezing wind made it's way in. The whiskey was keeping him warm. He laughed, a strange hoarse sound, vibrating through the apartment. All of this because of a gossip, and he had fallen for it big time, right in his own trap without even realising something was going on, somebody had been planning to destroy his life carefully and had used Naomi Preston to do it. God, he hated that bitch, twice she destroyed him, and was having the time of her life with it. He had to admit, rape wasn't the nicest thing to do, but she made him do it, she said she wanted to go further and in the end she didn't. By that time it was too late and now he was labelled rapist. The laughing stopped, as he just fell to the ground, crying now, it sounded almost inhuman as he just cried out his loss.
He just stared at the tiles in his bathroom, as he was seated next to the toilet, emptying the content of his stomach from time to time. He had a killer headache and the worst hangover ever. He felt like shit, and the worst part was, there was no Jones to help him settle into bed. He had gotten used to the company of his friends, and now, when he needed one, he realised what he had lost. "Screw them, I don't need them," he muttered to the wall, though even the pink paint seemed to disagree on that. "I don't need anybody; I'm capable of being alone." Or so he hoped. He would clean out his locker tomorrow, though he already dreaded that moment. Like hell was he going back to that school, maybe it was time to find him another place to life, maybe even another country. Some place where they never heard of that Naomi or Jones, or the whole freaking bunch of people who had betrayed him like that. He would go to school tomorrow, and face them all, as soon as his stomach would settle that was.
tbc