Scott lay perfectly still under the navy blue covers of his bed, waiting for the pills to work their magic. They had given him two nights of blissful sleep, and he was well on his way to a third one. Elaine had been rather huffy the past two days, but since his father had come back early from his trip, she didn't have many chances to make him pay-yet. He shuddered at the thought of what she would do to him when she did finally manage to get him alone.

His thoughts drifted to his mother, who was probably still on her honeymoon, and he felt horrible about the way he left. It was her special day and he had screwed it up. She had every right to be angry with him. He resolved to call her the next day and apologize fir his rotten behavior.

Scott yawned and closed his eyes. Football had taken over his life again, and it felt SO good to have his entire head in the game. He loved the sport, everything from the strategy sessions in the smelly locker room to sprinting down the field, ball in hand, the rush of air drowning out the cheers all around him. For those few seconds, he was free. He was flying over the world, and no one could stop him. Just thinking about it filled his heart with so much joy that he wanted to burst.

His breathing slowed and became more rhythmic, and within seconds he was asleep.

Elaine lay next to Martin in their king-size bed, thinking about the blonde down the hall. She couldn't tell her husband that she suspected Scott was taking some sort of night-time medication without explaining why she was in his room in the middle of the night in the first place. She couldn't punish the teen for his little trick until Martin was away on another trip. She had no blackmail material until she figured out what he was taking,

So what could she do? Wait it out. If Scott was not waking up because he was actually exhausted, then it would only be a matter of time until he slept regularly. If he was indeed medicating himself, then she would need to figure out which bottle he was using. One, two, even three missing pills wouldn't make enough of a difference to attract attention, so she might need to wait at least a week before going back to check the medicine cabinet.

After she was sure that Martin was sound asleep, she slithered out of bed and tip-toed down the long hall to her puppet's room. Again, her efforts failed to turn him into a real boy. She turned to leave, but then decided to have a little fun.

Scott woke up the next morning as he had the previous two: refreshed and alert. When he sat up, he noticed that his wife beater was lying next to him on the bed. He stood up and found that his shorts were riding dangerously low on his hips.

Disturbing thoughts flashed through his mind at rapid speed. What had happened last night? Was it possible that Elaine had molested him while he was sleeping? Did his father leave in the middle of the night?

Maybe he had gotten hot and pulled the top off himself while he slept. Maybe he had tossed and turned and the shorts had slipped down on their own.

But he had woken up in the same position he had fallen asleep in. Would she still have her way with him when he wasn't awake to suffer the torture?

He scrubbed extra hard, just in case.

Martin sat at the kitchen table in a blue button down collared shirt and crisp black pants. He had yet another meeting to attend today, but luckily it was only a few towns over. He knew that he lived a hectic life, but he loved every second of it. Even though he didn't see his beautiful wife or son as often as he liked, he wouldn't trade it for anything. After all, his job was the reason he could take them on expensive vacations and to fancy restaurants. It was the reason he could afford his cars, his house, and even the nanny he hired to clean his belongings. He lived a privileged life, as did his son and wife.

He smiled at Scott as he drifted into the room. "Good morning Son."

"Morning Dad." Scott burrowed through the refrigerator and sat down at the table with a large leftover steak, which he ate cold.

"Do you need a ride?"

Scott looked up from his meal and shrugged. "Don't you have to go to Tahiti or something?"

Martin laughed, a deep rumbling sound, and patted his son on the back. "Not today. My assistant promised me that the drive is only forty-five minutes tops."

"Okay. But one condition."

"What's that?"

"No bunny slippers."

With the worries of what may have happened the night before, it was much harder to concentrate on his work.

"The alternate interior angles of a transversal that intercepts two parallel lines are always congruent."

"Very good Sacha. What about angles five and twelve?" Martina's hand was in the air, but Mr. Stevenson had picked her four times already to answer his questions. "Barringer?"

Scott was chewing his pencil and staring at his own textbook, trying for the seventh time to figure out what page his class was on.

"Corresponding angles are also congruent," Martina whispered through her hand.

"Um, angles five and twelve are corresponding, so they are also congruent."

"Yes. Very good." The teacher's wrinkled eyes darted back and forth between Martina and Scott before moving on.

"Thanks," he whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

"No problem. We're on page one-twenty-seven."

"Oh." His book was on page ninety-six. He quickly flipped over to the right page, but there was really no point in doing so because he drifted off again.

Luckily, Coach Riddlin only ran over a few drills at practice. The Ravens had a big game the next day against their rival, the Springfield Sharkheads, known to Scott's team as the Springfield shit-heads. Randy jumped on him after practice.

"Let me lick you up and down-"

"Randy..."

"-till you say stop!"

"Get the fuck off me!"

"Let me play with your body baby-"

"You fuckin' fat monkey!"

"-make you real hot!"

Randy laughed and went to his locker. "Guess who's getting' laid tonight?"

Scott gave him a disbelieving look. "Who'd wanna fuck you?"

"I would!" Chad's yell came from the showers.

"Ewww." He was surrounded by a bunch of homos. And football was supposed to be a masculine sport?

"I'd fuck you too pretty boy!"

"You come anywhere near me and I'll make sure you won't be able to fuck anybody. EVER."

"Spoilsport." He walked out of the shower in his towel and flashed the two of them before opening his own locker.

Chad was one interesting character, that was for sure. Scott could never tell if he really was gay or not. He actually preferred not to know.

Randy continued his previous conversation. "Yeah, so me and Chantelle-"

"The cheerleader with the big ass?"

"She's not a cheerleader, she's on the drill team. Get it right."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Same difference."

"ANYWAYS," Randy glared at him before continuing, "her parents are out of town this week, and we're going to her place. Tonight. Alone. Me and her. Doin' the dirty." He swayed his hips for effect.

"Can I watch?" Chad wiggled his eyebrows.

Scott started laughing and Randy gave him a weird look. "Um, let me think about that. NO."

Scott would never admit it, but he loved his friends. They always knew how to turn a bad day into a good one. He went home in high spirits and was surprised to find his father sitting on the couch.

"Well aren't you home early." Scott hung up his jacket and sat next to him.

"Guess who just landed the company another client?"

"That's great Dad."

"But there's just one thing."

"What?" Were they moving again?

"Don't look so worried, no one's dying. I have to leave for Cancun in a few hours, so I won't be able to make it to your game tomorrow."

Scott's jaw dropped. "You're going to Cancun? Can I come?"

Martin chuckled. "Not this time. Besides, you have a game to win. Can't go shunning responsibility now, can we?"

Scott's shoulders slumped. "No."

After Martin left, he finished his homework and ate some dinner before going up to his room to get a good night's sleep. He took his pill, brushed his teeth, and fell into a deep sleep.

Scott woke up to someone nibbling on his earlobe. He opened his eyes in horror to find Elaine on top of him with a gigantic smile on her face.

"Miss me baby?"

He tried to push her away, but his arms were stuck. This is a nightmare. I'm going to wake up and be alone. He looked up and saw that his wrists were handcuffed. But to where? He didn't have a headboard.

Her lips on his stomach halted his thought process. Fear gripped him tightly, suffocating him.

"No..."

"Sh," she sat up and put a finger to his lips. "You didn't really think you won, did you?"

The look in her eyes was enough to get him squirming out of her grasp. She was going to do something really bad, and he didn't want to be there for it.

"Aww, Did Scotty think he was finally safe? Safety is nothing but an illusion, sweetheart."

Scott saw a light flash around the room, but was too frightened to look for the source. He didn't need to; Elaine shoved it right under his nose. The small pocketknife caught the rays of the sun and sent them all around the dark bedroom.

"Ready to play Scotty?"

He watched in terror as the blade traveled lightly down his chest, his stomach, and down... It paused, quivering, against his inner thigh. He didn't even have boxers to protect him; she had pulled those off before he had even woken up.

"Who do you belong to Scotty?"

Oh my God, what is she doing? "No one."

She pressed the knife tip against his skin. "Let's try again. Who do you belong to?"

He couldn't even swallow. "God?"

She pressed harder. It hurt so bad that his eyes started to tear. "You have one more chance Scotty. Who do you belong to?"

He was running out of ideas. "My family?"

The blade went in all the way. "NO! You belong to me, understand?"

"Ow!"

She put the bloody knife right next to his throat. "Understand?"

He silently nodded and glanced at the clock. He only had fifteen minutes to get to school.

Elaine followed his eyes. "Aw, does Scotty think he's going to school today?"

"I have a game, I-I have to go-"

"Too bad." The knife was back at his thigh. She smiled wickedly as it cut an E into his skin. Her smile grew even wider as she watched the blood flow.

I know, I'm evil. What did ya think? PLEASE R&R!!!!!!!! (oh, i put this as Pg-13 cuz i don't think anyone ever remembers to check the R stories, so this is actually still an R story. would this chap qualify as PG13? i dunno ;)