The sun softly lit the street as Scott walked home with a lightness that he had not felt in weeks. The afternoon had been fun and relaxing, a drastic change from the goings-on in his life. God help him, he had managed to forget about HER in the few hours he spent with Brianna. They hadn't done much, just hung out at the local mall before getting some ice cream in a nearby park, but there was something about her that lifted his spirits. He wished that she didn't have to go to work, but she didn't seem like one to shun responsibility.
He quietly entered the house and went up to his room. Oddly, he was a bit tired. No practice or anything, and he still couldn't keep up with the day. His sheets called to him from across the room. Maybe it's because I haven't been getting any sleep.
Scott's back had barely touched the bed when the phone rang. Groaning, he reached over to pull the cordless off the hook.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Scott? Is that you?"
"Yeah. Who's this?"
"This is your mother honey."
Scott sat up. It had been forever since he had spoken to his mother. "Hi Mom."
"How are you doing sweetheart?"
"Fine." He couldn't just tell her what was going on. She wouldn't understand.
"That's good. How is your school?" She sounded so chirpy, something that he normally loved about her but found that he couldn't stand.
"It's fine."
When Ms. Blaine spoke again, her voice wavered slightly. "Scott, I have something to tell you."
You're taking me back? "What is it?"
"I'm getting married in about a month."
So much for wishful thinking. "You are?"
"Uh huh. My fiancé lives in New Mexico, so I will have to move after the wedding."
He didn't know what to say. Now she'd be even further than before. "Oh."
Scott's mother sensed the disappointment in his voice. "Do you want to tell me how you feel about this?"
He took a deep breath. "I'm happy for you, Mom."
That wasn't she expected at all. "Really?"
He smiled bitterly, knowing full well that she couldn't see it. "Yeah. It's great that you found somebody. Even if they do live in New Mexico."
She smiled. "I was hoping that maybe you would want to come to the wedding?"
He'd rather run around naked with shit smeared all over his body. "Sure."
"Okay sweetie, I'll call you father later to make the travel arrangements. I love you."
"I love you too."
He sighed when the phone clicked off. "So much for my good day."
He laid back down and stared up at the ceiling. His mom was getting married? She never even told him that she was seeing someone. He knew that he should be happy for her, but that didn't erase the fact that he was miserable.
Loud footsteps echoed up the stairwell as two female voices grew closer. Scott's eyes stayed on the pattern above his head as he waited for the sound to pass by his door.
"I can't believe he's taking you on a cruise!"
"I know, it's going to be perfect. Martin wouldn't have it any other way."
"Girl, I want to see some pictures!"
The clicking of heels got softer as Elaine and Cassandra disappeared into the master bedroom. Scott sighed. The bitch was back again.
"Is your stepson home yet?" Cassandra watched her reflection as she redid the mascara in the tremendous bathroom that Elaine and Martin shared.
"I think so. I should go check." Elaine put her lipstick compact back in her purse and headed out he door.
"Scotty?" She opened the door to his room to find him lying face-up on his bed. His eyes were closed, but that didn't mean he was sleeping.
Scott jumped when she tapped his shoulder. He sat up and pushed her hand away from his body. "What?"
"Calm down baby, I was just making sure that you're home." A seductive smile lingered on her lips.
"I'm home, now leave me alone." He got up and walked towards his bedroom door.
Her arm stopped his progress. "Aw, don't be that way. I'll make you feel better tonight."
He pushed her away again. "Get the hell away from me."
"Sh, you don't want Cassie to hear us, do you? What would she think of her friend's sick little stepson?"
She silently declared another victory when his eyes focused on the ground. Her finger slid along his jaw as she brought his face back up to look at her. "Don't wear anything to bed tonight."
His day had just gotten worse.
Scott tried to do his homework, but he couldn't concentrate. The thought of Elaine kept him from doing anything. His chest tightened in panic for the third time in the past half hour. What was he going to do? Dull eyes checked the clock again. 9:15. The fear in him grew as each second passed. His father wouldn't be home until later, she could do a number of things to him until then.
A loud grumble startled him, but then he realized that it was only his stomach. Damn, he had forgotten to eat dinner. But he was afraid to leave the confines of his room, where a lock separated him from the evil that lurked just around the corner.
The homework situation was hopeless, so he decided to turn in for the night. As Scott brushed his teeth, an idea struck him so hard that he thought he was going to fall over. A sly smile crept across his face. Ooh, he knew what to do.
(Later that night)
Elaine slinked into his room and called out to him "Scotty?"
The rumpled form on the bed stayed perfectly still. She treaded softly on the carpet, stopping when she could crawl onto the bed. Still no motion from the sleeping figure. She lifted the covers and slid in next to him, itching to feel his skin under her fingers. Instead, she felt a rough fabric. She reached under that, and felt more cloth. And more cloth. And even more.
Anger flashed across her dainty features, though it was too dark for anyone to see. She decided to try his boxers. Her hand slid down the length of his torso and to his crotch, but upon reaching it, she found that all she could touch was a thick layer of cotton. He had sweatpants on. She silently cursed and pulled them down , only to find a pair of jeans underneath.
Oh, he wanted to play games. huh? She could definitely play this game. She kissed his lips, waiting for her sleeping prince to awaken. But she got no reaction. Elaine's anger level was increasing, how dare he pull this shit on her. Maybe her hold on wasn't as strong as she had initially thought. She was running out of time, Martin would be home in an hour.
Elaine's fingers caressed his face before grabbing his hair and pulling as hard as they could.
The pain pulled Scott out of sleep. "Ooow," he groaned and tried to pull her fingers out of his hair, but they held firm.
She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "Cute trick baby. You actually got me frustrated for a second there."
Her lips made their way from his lips to the side of his neck. But Scott had decided that this wasn't going to happen anymore. He struggled against her and had almost succeeded when she chomped on the sensitive spot in the curve of his neck.
Elaine almost smiled at his gasp. She bit until she tasted blood, and then bit him again. Scott screamed against the unbearable pain, but no sound left his mouth. His arms pushed against her body, but her fingers linked with his, forcing him down on the bed.
She stopped for only a moment to whisper in his ear again. "Aw not having fun now, are you baby?"
She dined on the other side of his neck, laughing inwardly at he cried out in agony.
Aw, poor Scott. Don't worry, the bitch will pay soon...