The Hostile Hookup
First off the best way for me to start this A/N would be with strong apology. I am very, very sorry! And second, NO! I am NOT abondoning this story! After this chap the story only has two more chaps to go, how cruel would that be to stop writting so close to the end.=(
September I had decided to update another chap story that I hadn't worked on in a while and between getting back into the flow of school and other crap going on in my life that I wont go into detail about I kinda lost track of time. And then with October I again got sidetracked with life and another personal story made for a short fic contest. (Cross ur fingers and wish me luck!^-^) And I was late starting the 25th chapter which is why I'm giving it to you like two days into November. U_U Sorry guys.
U guys are hella sweet though asking if I'm still alive and whatnot. It's nice to know that if I were dead some of my reviewers would be upset. Lol mainly because my fic would be unfinished but we all mourn in our own ways...I guess. Anyway it's like 12:30 or so in the morning and usually I'd wait till the morning to post this but I feel you guys have waited long enough.
I'm not happy with this chapter...mainly cause I had to victimiz one of my fav TDI characters! In saying so other Heather fans probably wont like it either.^^;
Which brings me to this chapters warning content: This chapter contains material of rape and assult. Reader you've been warned.
Everyone, enjoy!^-^
Three Words Undefined
Duncan finished his ascend up the stairway.
Breathing still coming in labored from his recent run he made his way cautiously toward the sitting girl.
He had no idea what to say.
All the proper questions for the situation such as,
Had Shawn touched her? And if so why was she here and not at the police station? Seemed to momentarily slip from his mind.
The only thing he could focus on was the strong relief and the heavy feeling for finally having her within his sights again.
Heather suddenly tensed at the feel of another presence, with a start she quickly looked to Duncan with wide, fearful, crying eyes.
Duncan stopped and his blood ran cold.
Her face was horribly bruised, a nasty black eye was forming and her lip was smeared with dry blood.
And if that wasn't enough to completely stun the delinquent her expression was one of which Duncan had never before seen on her.
It was that of pure unadulterated fear.
Duncan stared as he felt himself go rigid with anger and a certain fear of his own.
He knew should have killed that son of a bitch when he had the chance…
Nothing was said as they continued to stare the other down.
Heather was the first to break eye contact lowering her gaze back down to the grave of which she sat before.
Duncan brought a hand up to run through his dark hair as he looked to the ground. His brows furrowed as he found himself suddenly very reluctant with this situation.
Feeling that this was a very delicate situation and needed to be treated as such he moved making his way cautiously toward her.
Stopping beside her he slowly kneeled down on the grassy plan in front of Sarah's gravesite.
Time passed, the wind blew throwing their dark hair back and causing Heather's dress to billow out behind her.
Duncan took a deep breath ready to end the silence, but Heather beat him to the punch.
In a small and tear filled voice she asked, "Why are you here…?"
Duncan blinked and his mind worked slow to come up with an answer.
Heather softly spoke again, "I thought you went home."
This time Duncan came through, "Yeah, I did. But I…forgot some things so…I had to come back."He trailed off as he looked to Heather studying…
Heather lowered her head so that her wavy raven locks shielded her face from view.
Duncan diverted his gaze from her as he looked to the marked tombstone.
It held Heather's sister's full name her short life span and underneath,
Beloved daughter and sister.
May heaven welcome you with open arms.
Duncan stared for a moment before giving his head a light tilt to the grave,
"She sayin' much?"
Heather was silent she fisted her hands in the soft grass before releasing it gently.
"No…" She spoke softly, "Not tonight…just listening really."
Duncan gave a light nod, "What have you been telling her?" He asked gently.
And Heather quietly answered, "Everything."
Duncan again gave a light nod.
Heather took her time before speaking again, "About how mom and dad miss her terribly, Jasmine's move, all the stupid shit going on at school, how much I wish she were alive, and…I told her about you…" When Duncan made no comment to this Heather took in a shaky breath before lowly stating, "And…I told her about tonight…"
Duncan's dark blue gaze turned to an icy glare, "What about tonight?" He asked darkly dreading this answer yet anticipating it all at the same time.
Heather reverted back to silence.
Duncan shifted slightly before looking to her with a need to know, "Heather…did Shawn do this to you…?"
And a large part of him felt like that was a very stupid question.
"Why do you care?" Came her harsh and bitter whisper, "Why the hell are you even here Duncan?"
"I came looking for you!" Duncan snapped back lowly.
Heather seemed to tense at his sudden fierceness and when the silence dragged Duncan spoke again with attempted patience.
"Joey…told me that you went to prom with Shawn…" Silence covered them again, then Duncan lowly and almost hesitantly concluded, "I told you…to stay away from him…"
At this Heather began to shake softly a mangled smile formed on her features and her expression turned to disbelief. She gave something that was a mixture between sobbing and chuckling as she then said,
"Yeah…yeah you're right delinquent. I guess I got what was coming to me…"
Duncan instantly spoke, "Heather I didn't mean it like-"
She snapped, "Next time I'll try and do a better job of listening to you!"
He sneered, "I didn't mean it like that!" He lowered his irritable gaze away as Heather's sobs became more pronounced.
He angrily spoke, "I'm sorry ok…That was a shitty thing to say-"
"Will you please just stop talking!" She yelled in a loud and quavering tone that was near hysteria.
Duncan moved shifting closer to her, "Heather listen to me." He fixed her with a stern gaze, "I need to get you to a hospital okay…and…we need to call the cops-"
Heather had already begun to shake her head, "No…" She spoke lowly, "I'm not leaving here…"
Duncan brought a hand up to rub ruefully against his forehead, "So what you wanna stay here all night? Is that what you're gonna do?"
She gave another heavy sob and Duncan looked away from her in exasperation to once again glare at the tombstone.
After a few moments of Heather's sobbing he spoke tersely, "Heather…please stop crying."
In a low and wavering voice she mumbled, "Oh…what do you want me to do…laugh…?"
Duncan swallowed thickly before moving closer toward her, "No…" He forced himself through the uncertainties and allowed his hand to fall gently over her own, "I want you to let me help you."
He found himself strongly disheartened when Heather quickly pulled her hand from his touch.
Silence engulfed them.
Heather quietly spoke, "I don't like you seeing me like this…" Duncan gave an irritable huff but said nothing, "…I can't even…remember the last time I cried…but I…I think it was…" Heather leaned forward to place a trembling hand atop the tombstone, "I think it was…during the funeral…"
Duncan lowered his gaze down to the lush grass.
"I…I hate being like this…" Heather mumbled miserably, "and I…I don't…" She took in a shaky breath before pulling her hand back from the tombstone. She lowered pathetically into herself wrapping her arms about her before squeaking out, "I…I don't know what to do!"
Duncan glared hatefully at the ground.
This whole situation was completely fucked.
And though he feared the answer Duncan took in a deep breath and asked in a tight and low voice, "Heather…did Shawn rape you…?"
Heather gave another loud sob and Duncan felt his blood boil as his anger continued to grow.
His hands fisted and his expression stoic Duncan waited through her cries for her answer but when his patience grew to its limit he angrily growled out, "Heather…I swear to god if I have to ask agai-"
"No!" Heather cried out fiercely as though it took everything within her being to force the answer out.
Duncan released a heavy sigh though he still sat tense and rigid as Heather continued to cry.
Was she lying to him…?
But then Heather spoke again, her sobs subsiding she lowly spoke, "But…it was…very close…"
Duncan's jaw clenched and his hands fisted tightly against his knees. He swore to god he could see red.
He knew he should have killed him…
…
Heather sneered, "Shawn…you are so freaking screwed right now you have no idea…" She angrily made her way to stalk past him, "I'm gonna make sure my father has your head on a fucking platter! By the time I'm done with y-!"
She gave a sharp gasp when a sudden grab was made against her arm and she suddenly found herself flung back so fiercely that she slammed against the bedside dresser effectively knocking over the hotel lamp to fall to the ground with a crash.
The sudden attack hadn't really hurt her but it had shocked and stunned her.
She looked up with wide incredulous eyes as Shawn pushed himself to his feet, he gave his head a light roll from side to side breaking out some of the kinks in his neck before shooting her a very dark glare.
"Not so fast Heather dear." His green eyes narrowed behind his glasses, "I think we need to talk…"
Heather continued to stare in shock, her brows furrowed, "Shawn…" She scowled, "What the fuck-!"
Through his usual charming smile he asked, "You really seem to enjoy putting me down don't you?"
Heather continued to stare before quickly moving to push herself up to a full standing position, "What do you have a fucking death wish!"
Shawn looked away from her with a dark chuckle before running a hand through his blonde hair, "I mean what is it about me…? What is it about me that you don't…? I just don't get it." He looked back to her, "Tell me what it is I keep doing wrong Heather?"
Heather continued to stare incredulously her silver eyes shifted to the side as she gave a disbelieving scoff, she looked back to him, "What you mean besides being a lying bastard rapist?"
He furrowed his brow, "I never raped anyone."
"Oh yeah…" Sneered Heather, "Then what was that shit you just tried to pull just now!"
Shawn gave an amused laugh, "What are you talking about? You wanted that."
"I what!" Screeched Heather outraged, "A moment ago you were under the impression that I was drunk! How the hell could you assume I-!"
"You flirt with me all the time at school." Shawn spoke as he made to take a step closer toward her.
Standing with the wall at her back there was little Heather could do but stand her ground as she glared with fierce venom.
"You've told countless people that you think I'm attractive. You blush every time I smile at you. Flirtatious touch's, secret glances." He moved closer giving her testing glare, "You lay it on pretty thick."
Heather scoffed, "I lay it on pretty thick! If anyone here's been throwing heavy signals here it's you! Even despite the fact that I told you time and time again that I only like you as a-!"
"As a friend!" He finished loudly for her taking one last step that had him standing just before the raven haired girl as she stood back against the wall, "I know you see me as a friend! Always the good friend! Always the guy you can come to and tell your little problems!" He gave a short barking laugh, "And sister you have a lot of them!"
Wanting some distance between them Heather quickly moved her hands to shove against the blonde, "Get away from me you-!"
"But it was never enough was it!" He sneered grabbing hold of Heather's wrists slamming her back her wrists held tightly near the side of her head.
"Being the good friend, that wasn't enough! Not for the lovely Heather, oh no! Because Heather gets whatever she wants, and I just wasn't it was I?"
"Let go of me you freak!"
He pulled her from the wall only to slam her back against it.
"Shut up!" He screamed angrily, "Just tell me…! Tell me why! Why was I never good enough for you! Was it because I wasn't some big shot jock! Because I wasn't the top of the popularity chain! I wasn't handsome enough! Tell me!"
"I don't have to tell you a damn thing!" Heather screamed back before jerking back in an attempt to escape his grasp though it proved highly ineffective, "Why don't you tell me about Brianna! And that other girl, the one whose face you banged up!"
He instantly cried, "That other girl…!" then he paused as though just catching his self.
Heather's gaze became searching, and a sudden trickle of fear enveloped her. Slowly she spoke, "I know…I know you drugged Brianna…and obviously you don't take rejection well…"
Shawn looked to her with a vicious glare.
Heather returned it with one of her own, "Did she reject you…? Is that why you beat her face to shit!"
Again Shawn pulled her toward him before banging her against the wall this tome with more force earning him an enraged cry from Heather.
"You don't know what you're talking about! That situation…that was completely different!"
"What are talking about! Let me go!"
Shawn moved pressing himself flush against Heather making her tense with a start. He looked to her and their gazes connected.
Her with fearful anger, him with a look unknown.
"I would never hurt you."
Heather stared, he said, "I love you…I've loved you for a long time." He stared at her purposely, "I would never hurt you…do you understand?"
For a moment Heather continued to stare, "Yeah…yeah I understand. I understand that you're a battering rapist, and that could put you in jail for a long, long time!"
Shawn glowered before a light smile tugged at the corner of his lip, "I've already told you I didn't rape anybody." Heather struggled Shawn held fast, "Brianna got drunk and passed out, and the other woman," He jerked her forward then slammed her back to cease her struggle, "never pressed charges."
Heather closed her eyes tightly as pain began to flood within her, "Because you…you probably intimidated her-"
"Intimidated?" Shawn questioned lowly his smirk growing, "Me? Intimidate anyone…? Now there's a laugh." He muttered leaning in close to press his lips suggestively to Heather's neck she instantly jerked away.
"What the fuck are you doing!" Heather cried her tone rushed and just the barest hint of shaky.
When he made no answer and only continued his ministrations Heather moved to suddenly begin thrashing, and flailing with the urge to be released the action momentarily taking Shawn by surprise.
"LET GO!" She screamed "Get your sick lips off me you fucking pig!"
Heather jerked away allowing one of her writs free she took the chance and brought her hand down hard to effectively slap the blonde haired man.
Once the hit struck all movement momentarily paused.
Shawn looked to Heather with shocked features and Heather glared heatedly at him with strong warning.
And then suddenly with a fierceness and anger that took Heather completely by surprise Shawn revved his fist back and slammed a punch to the side of Heather's face.
The impact sent the raven haired girl sprawling against the bed!
Heather lay still for a moment before slowly picking herself up with wide silver eyes she slowly raised her hand up to gingerly touch against the fast forming bruise.
Through her shock she heard his voice, "Shit!"
She turned to look to him; his irritated gaze was lowered away from her as he raised a hand to run through his hair.
"Shit." He repeated before bringing his dark green gaze to rest on Heather. For a moment they stared then he said, "I…I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that." He then extended his hand out for Heather to take so that he may help her up.
Heather's shock turned to pure vicious hatred.
She made no movement.
Shawn gave her a strange look, "What? I said I was sorry. It was an accident."
"I don't think it was." Heather spoke softly, darkly.
"Now why would I want to hurt you Heather?" He asked, "Violence would be so very unnecessary."
Heather furrowed her brow but stilled with a fill of a sudden warning when Shawn moved to sit upon the bed next to her.
"You see I have no need to hurt you Heather. Not when I have these."
And then he reached into his tuxedo blazer to pull out a small dark CD case.
Heather's silver eyes widened,
"Those…"
Shawn looked to her with an unfriendly smile and sharp green eyes.
"These…were Duncan's disks…right?"
Heather looked to him in shock.
"After I found out about these. It all made sense…you know." He gave a horrid grin, "That's why you two were suddenly so friendly with each other."
She glared, "You don't know a damn thing!"
"Oh but I do!" He snapped back before rounding on the raven haired girl in a way that caused him to half stand and half tower over her.
"I know how blackmail works." He spoke lowly his tone harsh, he placed his hand upon her thigh, "After you humiliated Duncan he got you back by filming your prank and holding it over your head as leverage throughout the whole school year." He grinned lewdly, "Tell me what did he make you do in exchange for him keeping quiet?"
He leaned in close before speaking lowly, "And will you do the same for me?"
Except for the fact that she was shaking just lightly Heather was completely poised. Hate and anger filled within her and in its midst was also fear. But she tried desperately to play that last one off.
She gave a mean grin, "Like I said before you don't know a damn thing. The whole relationship between me and Duncan was completely legit he never blackmailed me for anything."
"Bullshit." Shawn sneered, "You hate his freakin guts you would never have gotten together with him by choice." He moved closer, Heather raised a quick hand against his chest to still him.
"Yes I would have!"
Shawn paused, and Heather was quick to keep talking in hopes of keeping him at bay.
"I-I've always…liked Duncan! E-ever since Total Drama Island I've always-!"
"You fucking liar!" Shawn yelled grabbing hold of her upper arm and shoving her back against the bed, "When the hell does it end for you Heather? When does it ever end?"
Heather screamed back, "I'm not lying!"
He glared down at her while she glared up.
Lowly he spoke, "So where does that leave me huh? Do you hate me Heather…? Your best friend?" He moved his hand pushing the strap of her dress down past her shoulder, "The one guy you can trust?"
Heather quickly raised her hand up to shove his hand away, "Stop it!" She hissed her anger rising, "You're no friend of mine you fucking rapist! And if you don't get off me this instant I swear to god I'm going to scream bloody murder!"
Shawn gave a dark chuckle to that, "No, come on Heather, let's be civil here. I just wanna talk things out-"
"I SAID GET OFF!" She screamed loudly before once again thrashing about wildly and screaming as loud as her lungs would allow.
And the next thing she knew she was suddenly yanked up to a sitting position and then the next second she was silenced with a blow just below her eye. So fierce it sent her careening back to fall against the bed!
Her hands flew up to cradle her bruising face as she gave a sudden cry of pain!
Shawn stood towering over her with a monstrous expression gently shaking his stinging fist.
"You see what you keep making me do!" He yelled angrily at her as Heather's entire being began to shake.
"You fucking made me do it!" He yelled as he grabbed her turning her so that she laid on her back.
Heather angrily screamed, "Don't fucking touch me!"
To which Shawn pulled back another fist to send slamming to the raven haired fragile face! And When Heather continued to scream now through fear he attacked again and again and again until there was nothing more than Heather's wracking sobs as she tried desperately to recoil from him.
Upon her cease in screaming Shawn allowed himself a moment to relax as he looked over her scrutinizing.
"Ohhh…shhh, shhhh," He cooed gently in an attempt to get her to calm down. He placed a gentle hand against her arm and again turned her to roll on her back. Heather flinched at his touch but other than that she allowed his actions.
"Ohhh…poor thing." Shawn coed again as he looked over Heather's badly beaten face. He raised a hand to gently cup her swollen cheek before moving his hand to brush her strands of raven hair from her face. This action causing Heather to sob even more.
Shawn gave a light tilt to his head before a contemplating smirk crossed his features, "Wow…you've definitely seen better days."
Heather moaned woefully before attempting to roll back into her fatal position but Shawn held her still.
He leaned in close, "Don't worry though…you always look stunning to me." And then he kissed her gently against the cheek.
And then he kissed her again and again trailing his kisses toward her mouth Heather instantly turned away but he roughly grabbed at her hair and held her firmly in place easily stealing a kiss against her bruised lips.
It hurt, the kiss was more punishing than anything as he forced his tongue between her lips to move wantingly against her own.
His free hand moved to push aside the other strap of her dress and he began the chore of pulling the soft attire away.
"I'm not asking for much Heather, just one night. One night and we can put all this unpleasantness behind us…" He continued kissing against her neck, "You have no idea how long I've wanted this…just one night…and the disks will be gone and you'll be scotch free."
Heather stared transfixed up at the rooms ceiling as his words registered within her head.
She found herself presented with a choice that had to be made.
But she was too confused and to frightened and to overwhelmed to do anything more than sob unconditionally.
Shawn pushed himself up undoing his tie and shaking off his tux blazer, "Don't worry Heather, you were just a little clumsy going down the hotel steps is all. You had a little too much of the…'punch' and accidently became a bit tipsy." His blazer now off and his tie undone he leaned back in over her and began kissing over her now exposed chest.
"You fell down a lot of steps…that's the story we'll go with…" He muttered huskily, "and your secret will be safe with me."
Heather's world began to blur as the hot tears became too much and she closed her eyes to make it all blur away.
His hands were everywhere and his mouth made her have to work hard at biting back any sounds of pleasure.
From here on out he treated her with decency his movements were slow and sensuous, considered yet deliberate. He wanted this to be something to remember.
Tense and still shaking with silent sobs Heather allowed her mind to become her only retreat.
As Shawn unstrapped her heels peeled away her dress and yanked down her panties she yearned herself to forget...
But despite her efforts she found she couldn't forget. She couldn't forget her last moment, her last words with him.
She had hated him. She had wished to never see his face again.
But right now he was all she could see.
In nearly one whole school year Heather had found herself pitted with so many emotions involving the delinquent and now at this exact moment she found herself feeling them all at once.
Including one precise emotion she had refused to ever allow surface.
Duncan.
In the end she found she only wanted Duncan.
Without thought, without even realizing her sudden movement's Heather's leg suddenly shot up to knee Shawn in the gut!
With a loud grunt he quickly retracted from her and Heather took this opportunity to allow another sudden kick this time to his chest effectively knocking the blonde off the bed to fall to the floor.
Quickly acting on pure instinct alone Heather instantly righted herself before quickly crawling towards the beds edge and grabbing the nearest item she could find as a weapon.
"Heather!" Shawn sneered as he quickly stood up, "I thought we had come to an understanding-!"
He was instantly cut off when suddenly a hard and heavy object came crashing against the side of his head!
"FUCK!" He cried before falling to a thud against the ground!
Dropping the bedside lamp she as her temporary weapon to the ground Heather made quick work of gathering her dress from the floor and slipping it quickly back on all the while making a mad dash for the door.
But the room was large and Heather found herself moving clumsily as she attempted to run and pull on the dress at the same time.
And in no time at all she heard him thundering after her his face scrunched in a blind rage!
"Where the hell do you think you're going bitch?" He sneered as one hand grabbed at her wrist and the other wrapped haltingly around her waist, "We're not done y-!"
With a mix of adrenaline fear and downright hate Heather jerked back her arm in a fierce way that resulted in her elbow to collide painfully with Shawn's nose!
He jerked back losing his hold on her with another pained curse word before stumbling back against wall and sliding to the floor.
Heather never once looked back as she tore out of the room.
Even as she heard him scream angrily after her, again and again.
…
Duncan focused intently on the grass his face a murderous scowl.
Heather refused to tell him what happened.
Her sobbing was growning and with each attempt to get the truth from her she fell more and more into her depression.
It took everything for Duncan not to angrily force answers from her. He took a few deep breaths as she continued to cry silently beside him.
"Heather…how did you end up here…?"
Heather continued to sob before giving a few sniffs and then she answering, "Taxi's…they were all over the place at the hotel. I told him where to take me…and the guy…the guy didn't ask any questions…"
"How nice…" He sneered.
Heather softly spoke, "I didn't know where else to go…"
Duncan obviously suggested, "How bout a hospital."
Heather only gave a shuddering sob.
He turned to look to her fully before saying, "Or the cops Heather, you need to make a statement against Shawn."
Heather continued to cry.
Duncan gave a light huff before looking back to tombstone. Silence flooded them.
With a shaky breath Heather asked, "How did you know to find me here…?"
Duncan haughtily answered, "Cause I know you!"
Silence again…then Heather muttered something incoherent that sounded riddled with doubt.
He frowned before looking to her, "Madeline told me."
Heather said nothing and Duncan continued, "She was…really worried about you…a lot of people were."
Silver eyes slid to him in just the faintest hint of intrigue.
For a moment more nothing was said, until Duncan gave a light snort of amusement followed by a bitter chuckle before saying,
"And you know…the cops are probably out looking for me right now…after giving four eyes a good beating."
Heather blinked before turning her gaze more fully to him, "You…did you kick his ass…?"
Duncan allowed her just a shadow of a smirk, "All up and down that fancy ass hotel…"
He watched as Heather's eyes light up with something akin to sanctity.
Looking to her Duncan took a moment to study her bruised and battered face. Then raising an almost hesitant hand he cautiously moved to gently touch her cheek. Heather only watched him closely and when she didn't shy away Duncan allowed his whole hand to caress her cheek.
Heather softly and truthfully spoke, "I wish you had killed him…"
Moving his hand to brush back her dark hair behind her ear he seriously replied, "If I hadn't been stopped I would have."
Heather lowered her gaze before allowing herself to nuzzle gently against his touch whilst bringing her hand up to lightly place against his.
The barest hint of a smile formed on her face and her voice wavered when she next spoke, "You just can't keep out of trouble huh criminal…"
Duncan lowly spoke, "You and me both, babe."
Heather raised her gaze to him and Duncan looked down to her.
And for a moment they simply stared taking the other in.
They hadn't been apart for very long...strange...it felt like an eternity to them.
Heather said, "My life really has gone to shit ever since you showed up."
Duncan frowned before retracting his hand, "You know you haven't exactly made my life a walk in the park either."
He then lowered his hand down to grasp gently against her forearm.
Heather tensed but Duncan gently coaxed, "Come on." He made to begin to stand, "Get up."
Heather shifted lightly but soon followed suit allowing Duncan to help pull her to a standing position.
"Now listen to me closely cause I'm sick of saying this; we need to get to a hospital and call the cops so that you can-? Oh for the love of christ Heather!"
For it was at that moment that Heather had began to fall into her crying state again.
Her face was lowered allowing her hair to fall down and shield her gaze but the tears that ran down her bruised cheeks were easily noticeable and her sobs were hard to ignore.
"I…I'm s-sorry!" She cried out suddenly and she instantly filled the delinquent with guilt.
He took a deep breath before saying, "I…no I'm sorry. I…I should be more patient with you…after all that you've been through…I…I shouldn't have-!"
But his last words were cut off at the sudden surprise of Heather throwing herself to him in a sudden and desperate hug!
He stilled as her arms wrapped tightly around him in strong urge and she buried her face into his chest.
"I'm sorry!" She cried again.
Duncan swallowed hard at the feel of her entire body shaking from the fervent sobs and the feel of her tears quickly wetting the front of his shirt.
He furrowed his brows with strong uncertainty before slowly bringing his hands up to give her some form of comfort.
But then she spoke again instantly causing him to pause with an overwhelming start and for a second he swore his heart froze,
"I love you."
And if Duncan felt like he had any control of the situation before he was damn sure he had none now.
He opened his mouth to speak then closed it shut.
And uncertainty flooded him.
Her tone unstable and on the verge of breaking down Heather cried, "When I was with Shawn…I wanted to break down…I wanted to be anywhere else but there! But when I closed my eyes…I just kept seeing so many faces! M-my friends, mom, and dad! And I couldn't stand it! I couldn't stand for any of them to ever see me in that state! For any of them to see me become victimized like that! Wh-what would they say! What would they think of me!" She gave a heavy shudder before lowly speaking, "And then I thought of you…and…"
Duncan shifted nervously as he felt her hold on him tighten.
"And you were the only thing I could think off! And I…I only…I only wanted you…!"
She took in another shuddering breath in an attempt to calm herself down, "I…couldn't get you out of my mind…So I…I've come to the conclusion…that I must…love you…or something…"
And then in a quiet almost inaudible tone Heather said again, "I'm sorry."
And it was suddenly so very clear what she was apologizing for…
Duncan closed his eyes tight and tried to regain a proper breathing pattern…which turned out to be harder than expected with his heart racing.
But he couldn't find it in him to break this silence they had once again found themselves trapped in.
He wasn't even sure if he should return the hug or not.
He didn't know what to do.
He didn't know what to say.
Heather had just told him she loved him.
What was he to say to that?
Because the way he felt for her…the way he felt for her…
It was still undefined.
But she was still crying and his shirt was only getting wetter and she was still clinging to him like a life preserve.
Something had to be done.
So taking a deep breath Duncan raised his hands to grip lightly to Heather's shoulders he slowly pulled her back to look properly down to her.
"Heather." And he was very aware that his voice was strained and brimming with uncertainty.
Heather raised an almost pleading tearful gaze to him.
He opened his mouth to speak and then closed it shut whilst looking away from her. He tried again,
"I…you…you've kinda been through a lot tonight…your still a little…you know…traumatized and all." He allowed a cautious gaze to her to find her still watching him…but her gaze was no longer pleading.
He could no longer tell what her gaze held.
His frown deepened, and he was suddenly hit with one of Courtney's last words to him,
"You cause nothing but doubt and heartache. I know that first hand…I hope she's ready for it to…"
Trying not to think to hard of that particular memory he slowly spoke, "I'm gonna take you the hospital and then I'm gonna call the cops…and then I'm gonna take you home. Okay?"
Her emotionless gaze still focused on him Heather took her time before slowly nodding her head and lowering her gaze to the ground,
"Yeah…okay."
Even then it still took a while for the delinquent to coax the raven haired girl out of the cemetery.
Their night was just beginning.
And starting now, they were fully aware, that nothing between them would ever be the same.
~TBC~
U know what else suxs? Is that after making u guys wait after like two months I give you guys a relativly short chapter...^^; But there just wasnt much to go into this chap so...again sorry! Next chap will be more promising!
But I won't make any promises of it being out anytime soon...which means yes it may take over another month. But please don't get discouraged, this fic isn't about to die and neither will I (I hope). The next chapter will be posted eventually. That I can swear to.
U guys are seriously the cheese to my macaroni! Thanks for being patient with me!=D
Till next time!