"Scott?" The knock sounded again.
Scott's heart froze in his throat. He was dreaming, right? This was a nightmare, and he was going to wake up from it at any second.
Elaine put a finger to his lips to make sure he didn't reply. She frantically scanned the room for a way to fix the situation that she was now in. If Martin came in the door and found her on top of his son, it wouldn't matter what lie she told, he'd figure out the truth. Her eyes finally landed on the closet door that hung slightly ajar. Elaine grabbed the food and her clothes as stealthily as possible and ran in, leaving it slightly open.
Scott watched her disappear into the darkness. Yeah, she had a hiding place, but what was he going to do? The light from the hallway blinded him as Martin slowly pushed open the door. Luckily, the covers hid everything under his bare upper body. "Hey, is everything okay in here?"
Scott squinted at the shadowy shape of his father, a jagged contrast to the yellow of the hall. "Yeah, everything's fine."
"Can I come in?" The darkness made Martin's facial expression unreadable.
"Okay." Scott's reply was barely above a whisper. He cursed himself for being such a wimp.
The shadow loomed closer and closer until Martin stood directly in front of Scott. His brows furrowed in confusion. "Did you have a bad dream?"
Now it was Scott's turn to be confused. "What?"
"It's just-I heard some noises in here, and now you're awake, so-"
In spite of Scott's disorientation, he caught on quickly. "Oh, yeah, it's not a big deal though."
Martin was becoming more and more worried about his trembling son. First Elaine told him that she heard him talking in his sleep, a sure sign of stress, then he fainted in school. On top of that, for the past week or so, Scott's daily routine left him looking and acting very tired. Tiredness meant he was not functioning at his best during school and at practice, something the coach would not like at all. For the time being, he decided not to push.
"Alright Son, try to get some sleep tonight." He smiled and moved towards the door. When he reached the frame, he turned around. "You haven't seen Elaine by any chance?"
Scott's face got red, but the gloom of the room concealed it from his father. "N-no, why?"
"She said she was going to get a snack a while ago, and she never came back to bed." He chuckled to himself. "She must be making a meal down there."
A lump formed in Scott's throat as he watched his father leave. The evidence had been right in front of his face, but he was completely oblivious. He would never pick up on the hints that were left lying around, including the underwear that Elaine forgot to pick up on her way to the closet. He felt like crying.
Elaine slipped out of the closet and back onto Scott's bed. Her hands traveled up his thighs while she nibbled softly on his bottom lip. She pressed her palm flat on his chest and grinned evilly. "A little scared, aren't we baby?"
Scott didn't respond. He felt like shit, lower than he had ever felt in his life. His dad was concerned about him and he was going behind his back. What kind of a person was he?
Elaine pushed him back against the wall and let her tongue roam inside his mouth. He felt so good, but she would have to finish her little game later. Her hands played with the most sensitive part on his body until it got hard between her fingers, then she pulled away.
"Goodnight, Scotty."
He remained in that position, with his back leaning against the wall, long after she left. His heart wanted to cry but his mind wouldn't let him. Why did he let her win? Why couldn't he stop her, just once?
Martin didn't miss the dark circles under Scott's eyes when he entered the kitchen to grab a glass of orange juice before heading off to school.
"Did you sleep okay?"
Scott looked back at his father, who sat at the kitchen table with a newspaper, decked out in a robe and pink fuzzy slippers. If he wasn't in such a crummy mood, he would have laughed. "Um, I guess."
"You don't look so well today." Martin's eyes stared back at him from over his reading glasses.
"Way to rub it in, Dad." Scott rolled his eyes and grabbed his backpack.
"You're going to be late."
"I know."
"Do you want a ride?"
Scott quickly glanced at his watch. "Are you going to change?"
Martin thought for a second. "No. I'm relaxing today. That means no suits until nine o'clock, when I have to go to work."
Scott smiled. He knew better than to think that his father really had the day off.
The drive was pretty silent as father and son listened to an irritating morning DJ on a radio station. When Martin pulled up to the front of the school, still clad in his robe and slippers, Scott opened the door to make his exit.
"Scott, hold on a second."
Scott paused with one foot on the pavement below. "Mmhmm?"
"Remember to tell coach that you will not be practicing today."
He had forgotten about that. "Okay, sure."
"Have a relaxing day."
Scott laughed and got out of the car. If he saw Brianna, it would definitely be a great day.
I told ya it was a crap chap, but i need to incorporate the answers to questions I know I had, like didn't Martin ever catch them? ;) But you all knew it was him, right?
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