In the End

by xFirestarterx

Sebastian does not want to relive his childhood, but his son needs his help. Will Sebastian sacrifice his sanity to help his only son? 4/26/02~(Chapter 3 is up)

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Disclaimer:No I don't own Ryan Phillipe or his character Sebastian from Cruel Intentions. I do own, however, all the other characters mentioned.

In the End
Chapter 1

He sat there as I shut the door of the suite behind me. Just sat, with a book in his lap and his coffee still steaming on the tiny table beside him. He wore his usual black ensemble;black sweater, dark blue jeans. You could tell he wasn't reading though, that something else had entered his thoughts. You could tell by the way the pages never turned, and the way he didn't mind taking his eyes off the pages to sip his boiling coffee.
Sebastian usually never read; it was strange to think such a brilliant mind didn't enjoy reading. "Reading is such a bore," he once said to me. "I would rather make my own adventures and indulge my own fantasies in the real world, not some fairy tale land where everything is so exemplary and flawless. Real life never has such impractical endings and characters of such high caliber. I find it quite repulsive." 'At times I find you quite repulsive you know,' I had wanted to say. At such times I nearly shouted the words at him.
"What do you want?" he asked impatiently. He had awakened me from my memories.
"You know what I want Sebastian," I said in a hurry. "You always known what I want. Why do you bother asking?" My emotions were hard to control around him. Just looking at him was difficult enough, let alone speaking to him. He triggered so many unpleasant emotions. So much grief and anger, such fear and loathing. Even love. He once had made me feel love. It was a shame I could barely remember those few happy days.
"Sebastian, he is just as much your child as he is mine. He deserves a father. He deserves a good family. He deserves some kind of a normal existence. How do you think I can live with myself, knowing that his father was the one who cursed him, and that his father, with all his money and his charm, doesn't have enough time for him. Maybe if you just talked to him about it, he'd feel better. Maybe..." I did not finish my sentence. I had had enough. Sebastian could live his life as he wanted it, I supposed. He could sit there in his million dollar apartment and do whatever he pleased for all I cared. I knew why he didn't see Matthew. I knew he didn't see him because in him he saw himself. But it didn't matter anymore. Once Sebastian realized his family needed him, truly needed him, he would return. And I would welcome him, not because I loved him, not because I needed him or his wealth, but because Matthew needed him. Matthew wanted to see him more than anything else.