SHOUTSOUTS\ANSWERS
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Higher Ground is the property of Fox Family. I only own Cecilia. Ah, I figured the heck with it. Why torture you guys? You're a good audience.
"Scott, are you sure you'll be okay?" Elaine asked.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, Elaine," Scott lied. What he really wanted to was grab her and beg her and Dad to stay home. But then he'd have to explain why and that was against the rules. Elaine stared at her stepson, unable to decipher his expression. She wasn't sure why, but she was getting strange vibes from him.
"We can always stay home," Elaine offered.
"Oh, Scotty and I will be fine, Lanie," Cecilia smiled, pulling Scott into a half-hug. Scott stiffened, but then quickly relaxed. However, this action wasn't unnoticed by his stepmother.
"If you're sure---" she began.
"We're sure," Cecilia interrupted.
"Yeah. You and Dad go have fun," Scott agreed.
"Come on, honey. They'll be fine," Martin assured.
"We have our cell phones if you need us, Scott," Elaine stated.
"Lanie, we'll be fine!" Cecilia laughed. With that, Martin and Elaine left. As soon as the car was heard leaving the driveway, Cecilia turned to Scott.
"Finally. We're alone," she said seductively.
"I've got homework," Scott told her. He began to pass her, but she quickly grabbed his wrist.
"But you played such a good game, Scotty. And you won it for them. Don't you want your reward?" the woman asked provocatively. Without waiting for a response, she began her usual act of stroking his neck with a finger.
"Get away from me!" Scott cried, shoving her. Then, he ran upstairs to his room. He had just closed his door when he heard her footsteps on the stairs.
"Sco----otty," she called. Scott panted. He wasn't---he wasn't going to do this anymore. "Scotty?" she asked. "Scoooooooo------ooooottttttyyyyyyyyy," she summoned, dragging out his name. Scott quickly turned the lock on his door. No way was she getting in tonight. He had been too scared to lock it the other nights. But not tonight. Tonight, she'd see. She'd see that he wasn't going to stand for it anymore. Meanwhile, at the party, Martin and Elaine stood around, talking to their friends. However, Elaine's mind wasn't on their little soiree. She was too busy thinking about their son. Something was wrong. She was sure of it. Back home, Cecilia had reached Scott's door only to find it locked.
"Scotty, you open this door right now," the woman demanded.
"No," he defied.
"But Scotty, I'm scared," she whined.
"There's not even a storm, skank," he snapped.
"Well, I guess I'll just call Martin and Elaine and tell them all about us," she said.
"No!" Scott cried. He may not have wanted her to come into his room, but he didn't her telling his parents. He unlocked the door.
"Good boy," Cecilia smirked, pushing the entryway open. At the party, Elaine's uneasiness grew.
"Martin, we need to leave," she declared.
"What are you talking about?" Martin asked in confusion.
"We need to go. There's something really wrong at home. I can feel it," Elaine stated.
"Okay," Martin accepted. They said good-bye to their friends, then left. Meanwhile, Cecilia had moved quickly, pinning Scott to the bed with her body. He struggled underneath her. Her response was to knee him in the stomach. He groaned. Her hands moved to his shirt.
"No. No, please," Scott pleaded.
"Ssssssh," Cecilia warned, a finger to her lips.
"Cecilia, p---please," Scott begged. She ignored him, removed his shirt, and placed her hand on his chest. He panted shakily.
"No," he whispered. She caressed his cheek and then pressed her body against his. Suddenly, they heard the opening of a door. Cecilia jerked up and Scott froze. No. They can't be home. Please, no, he thought to himself. They can't be home this early, Cecilia thought. For a moment, she hesitated, not wanting to get caught. But then, her desires took over and she resumed her torture. Downstairs, Elaine and Martin looked around the front room. Martin was about to call out, when Elaine shushed him and gestured towards the stairs. Together, they ascended the steps. As they reached the top, they heard a boy sobbing and pleading.
"Oh, no. Scott," Elaine said and doubled her pace. Once she was upstairs, she ran towards Scott's room, yanked open the door, and flipped the switch on. Enraged, she dashed towards them, grabbed Cecilia and flung her across the room.
"Get away from stepson!" she shrieked as Scott sat up.
"Lanie," Cecilia gasped. "Scotty, he---"
"Scott. His name is Scott," Elaine interrupted. "Martin, call the police," she continued.
"Right," Martin said. He went into their bedroom to do so. Scott began to cry.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," he said.
"You have nothing to be sorry about, Scott. She did this, not you," the woman told him. Scott wiped away his tears.
"You mean you believe me?" he asked.
"Of course I do," she answered.
"She said you wouldn't," he said.
"Scott, we're your parents. We will always believe you," she responded.
"Yeah?" Scott asked.
"Yeah," Elaine whispered. The boy cried again as his stepmother held him.