A/N: So sorry for the delay! This story will soon be my main focus so please have patience with me for just a little while longer :) Sorry about the time gaps, I'm just still trying to work out a full game plan for this and how exactly I want to write it. I know this one is a little shorter, but I just wanted to have something up before the weekend. I'll make sure to get a normal length chapter up then!
"Jeffrey, this is my fiancé, Anthony." Candie introduced Sam as they walked back in the room, saving me from trying to continue with the small talk.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. I always enjoy meeting Candie's old friends."
"You too." Sam forced a smile, probably feeling uncomfortable under our circumstances.
"So, how long have you two known each other?"
"Five years," I answered as Sam answered ,"Two years." I looked over and glared at him.
Anthony just laughed at us, not picking up on the fact that we were lying through our teeth, "I hear ya! Feels like I've been with Candie for at least six years, but it's only been three! Isn't that right, sugarplum?"
"Absolutely!" she seemed no more comfortable than Sam or I did.
"Well, were are you two fellas staying?"
"Don't know yet. We'll go find a motel in a bit."
"Nonsense! We've got a spare room! You can bunk with us," Anthony offered. I looked over at Candie to see her wide eyed.
"Are you sure? We wouldn't want to impose," Sam answered.
I nudged him a bit, trying to tell him not to say yes, but all in vain we Anthony said, "I insist!"
"You need to leave. Now." Candie hissed at me while Anthony and Sam were outside getting our bags.
"Why?"
"Because, I finally.. Look, just, don't try anything while you're here. And- and if something unexplainable happens tonight, ignore it and go back to sleep. Got it?"
"Candie, what's going on?"
She looked at me as if she was arguing with herself, "Dean, I, oh forget it. There is something in this house. After Anthony moved in, weird stuff started to happen. I can't explain it."
"Sam and I'll look into it."
"NO!" She yelled at me and grabbed my arm. She was scared, that much I could see, but I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't want me to help. "I think it's attached to Anthony. I- I can't lose him." She paused and then looked up at me and shook her head, "I can't lose him like I lost you."
"What do you mean you lost me?"
"Dean, you left me. I can't- Dean, you hurt me more than my father ever could."
I felt something inside me snap and tear at her words. She was comparing me to her father?
~FLASHBACK~
"Dean, watch this." Rick smiled at me from across the table. It was my second time being "tutored" by Ali. Candie and I had already gone over this material, but it's not like I understood it then, and even less now. "Hey, Candie! C'mere for a sec!"
She walked in the room, shoulders drooping and dark circles under her eyes. "What do you need," her voice was tired.
"I just wanted to show Dean, here, how to have a little fun with you."
"Yes, sir." I watched as he stood up and she moved so she was in front of him. He slid one arm around her neck and the other latching onto it, an effective maneuver my dad taught me when you need to knock a person out. I watched as he steadily increased the pressure on her neck and her face began to turn a pale red.
"Um, Rick, she can't breathe," I started to stand up.
"I know!" He laughed, "It used to be more fun when I first started, but now she built up some endurance and it takes a little longer." He smiled down at her, then back up at me. Her face was almost purple, "Just a little while longer until-"
"I'm home!" An unfamiliar woman's voice called out. Rick quickly dropped Candie and she fell to the floor, coughing and gasping for air.
"Hi, honey!" he called to the woman. "Don't mention this to the Mrs. She doesn't exactly know about all the fun stuff Candie and I do." He kicked her in the stomach, "Right girl?"
"Yes sir," she cringed. He grabbed her by the back of the neck and stood her up tall before shoving her out of the room.
"What's wrong with you?" Sam asked from the desk at the far corner of the room.
I laid out on the bed, thinking back to what Candie had said. It never occurred to me that what I did hurt her so badly. "Well, let's recap our day, shall we? We have to pretend to be gay lovers and Candie absolutely hates me!"
"It's not like it'll be difficult for you to act gay." I heard him mutter. I chucked a pillow at his head, earning me a glare. "What the Hell?"
"I heard you, Mr. Sensitive!"
"Shut up," he threw the pillow back at me and returned his attention to the computer screen. "Why does she hate you?"
"She remembers me."
"Okay, I'm gonna need a little more than that."
"Too bad, 'cause that's all you're gonna get outta me!" I didn't mean to snap at him, but I couldn't control my anger.
"Someone's PMSing.." I really needed to teach him how to say mutter without being heard.
