Promises are Like Eggs
I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
a/n- thanks for all the reviews! I know this chapter has taken forever to get up, but once I really get into the story I promise they will come sooner! A lot have things are going on right now, but I will try to get another chapter up before I leave next Sunday!
Chapter 3
Scott stared at the moon, he couldn't sleep and when he realized that the curtains on the window above his bed were slightly parted, he noticed the moon was showing between them. He sighed, in the beginning of the day he woke up in a great mood, it just seemed like one of those days that would be a great one. The sun was shinning, he woke up refreshed and got into the shower before the other guys, sparing him of any chance of a cold one. Then he got the letter from his dad, and although it put a damper on his day, Shelby had made him feel better. Scott laughed, he had been so appreciative that Shelby was there to help him, he couldn't believe he was so stupid.
Shelby was like a piece of termite infested wood; on the outside it appeared beautiful, healthy, and stong; but on the inside, it was weak and damaging...a mess. Scott stopped his thoughts suddenly, how could he be talking about Shelby like this? wasn't she the one who understood? Wasn't she the one who was there for him?
"Bullshit." Scott muttered, she was a fake. She had promised that she would keep his secret, and she lied. He had a right to be mad at her, now the entire group knew how weak he really was. They all knew that he lost a fight to a woman shorter, lighter, weaker then him. That he was weak, that he was pathetic. Now he would have to talk to CPS, to his father. Scott didn't even want to think of what his father's reaction would be. He'll probably disown me, not that I would blame him at all.
Scott looked at the clock, it read 2:03. He only had five hours before he would have to deal with his past and he didn't know if he could deal with it. Scott's mind was racing, there were a thousand different thoughts going through his head at one time:
I can't deal with this.
Shelby is nothing to me anymore.
Am I being to hard on her?
I hate her.
What do I do?
I am so pathetic.
Elaine will win, she always does.
No one is going to believe me.
I need a plan.
I have no plan.
There has to be a solution.
What are my options?
There's only one option.
Run.
Run.
Run.
Scott quietly threw the covers off his bed, he walked over to the small white spaces against the wall that where the guys kept all their clothes and bags. Scott went to his cubby and grabbed the duffel bag his father had packed when he was first dragged to Horizon. Scott also grabbed his clothes and jacket. He slowly walked over to his bed as not to wake the other guys. He quietly packed all the belongings he had which were not much, and slipped his jacket on. He looked around the quiet, dark dorm for one last time before slipping out the door. Looking around the campus, there was no movement what-so-ever. He walked past the girls dorm, and stopped suddenly outside of Shelby's window. He stared at it for a minute, then turned his head and continued to creep along the shadows until he reached the woods.
Standing there, Scott appeared frozen. He was starting to have second thoughts; Peter would most likely find him, Peter always found the kids who ran away and even found Scott when he ran on the first day. Then Scott's thoughts changed, he suddenly saw Elaine walking towards him as he lay in bed. His eyes became glossed with tears as he imagined his father's face when he realized he had slept with his wife. The hate in his eyes would be horrible, but it would be the disapointance that would be the thing that killed Scott. He took a step into the woods as the first tear erupted from his eyes.
"Hold it," The voice was accomanied by a bright light flashing on Scott, "Turn around." The voice demanded.
When Scott turned around, he blinded by a bright light, then when it was moved, Jeff stood with a concerned expression on his face. "Scott, where are you going?" He said in a sad voice, he was aware of the tears in Scott's eyes.
Scott just lowered his head, not answering.
"Alright, let's go talk to Peter." He sad calmly
Scott nodded and began heading in the direction of Peter's office. When they arrived, Jeff instructed Scott to sit in a chair outside Peter's office. Scott knew that he had a chance to run, Jeff would be talking to Peter for at least five minutes, and if he left his bags there, he could get far enough into the woods. But Scott just sat in the chair, he knew it wouldn't do any good, in the morning he would have to face his father and his demons.
After a few minutes of sitting there with his head down, Scott heard the sound of a door opening. Although he didn't lift his head, he could tell Peter was looking at him.
"Thanks Jeff." He said
"No Problem." Then Jeff walked out to make rounds of the campus again.
Peter didn't say anything, he just stared at Scott. Jeff had told him of the condition he found Scott in, and was supprised he hadn't tried to run while sitting there. Peter sat down on the seat to the left of the one Scott sat in. For a few minutes, the two sat there in silence, then Peter broke it.
"What happened?"
Scott just shrugged.
"Well there has to be something."
"I don't know alright."
"No, not alright. You can't just run from your problems, you know that."
"Why can't I? My life would be so much easier if I didn't have to deal with the things I'm going to have to deal with in a few hours."
"Your right, it would be easier, but that's not how it works. Your problems will follow you wherever you go, there's no escaping them."
Scott sighed, he knew Peter was right but he still wanted to forget about everything in his past.
"Listen Scott, things are going to be hard, I'm not going to lie, but things will get better."
"Why can't you just pretend Shelby never ran her mouth? Why can't you just pretend you didn't hear, I'm not ready to talk to them yet."
"Scott, you know I can't do that. One it's the law of the school that I have to report it, and two this is what is best for you."
"That's not the way I see it. I was doing just fine here before it, and I could get on fine without having to tell."
"Belive me, right now you feel that, but in the long run you'll be happy."
"How do you know? Have you ever been in my situation?" Scott asked annoyed, when Peter didn't answer he continued, "No, I didn't think so. Therefore, you have no idea how I feel or will feel, or what's best for me."
Peter knew that Scott hurting more than mad, and let his anger go, "Do you want to talk about what happened with your stepmother?"
Scott rolled his eyes, "Catch a clue Peter."
He nodded, knowing that when he was ready, Scott would talk.
"How's your hand feeling?" He asked looking at the wrapped up knuckles on his hand.
"They're the least of my problems."
They were silent for a few more minutes, "What are you thinking about?" Peter asked quietly
"That I'm not ready."
"I understand that."
"I don't think you do."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because if you did you would realize that I'm not ready to talk about anything that happened to anyone, especially my father."
"Why are you so worried about your father's reaction? You don't think he'll believe you?"
"Either that or he'll disown me."
"I'm sure it will be fine, your father loves you."
"Peter pretend you have a son for a second alright?" Peter nodded and Scott continued, "Ok now pretend you just got married, and your completely in love. You feel like you have everything, your family is complete, your job is going great, life is good," Scott looked into Peter's eyes before continuing, "Now, your son starts to do drugs suddenly, his grades slip and he gets kicked off the football team, the one connection you share with his, and it's over. You send him to a school where he gets clean and you finally feel as though your life will get back together. You decide you'll go and visit him, but before you do, you get a phone call. Your son, is accusing your wife, the love of your life, of molesting him. Now let me repeat that, your son; a 6'1, 164 pound football player, is saying that your wonderful meant for you wife, who is 5'6 and maybe 120 pounds raped him. Now let me say who do you believe, and when you believe your wife, how disgusted are you with your son?" Scott asked completely cold
Peter's heart went out for Scott, "Like I said, this isn't going to be easy, but Scott I believe you, everyone here believes you."
"Whatever, am I in trouble or what?"
"I'm not going to punish you, no, but Scott you need to find a way to deal with your problems other that running away."
Scott nodded
Since he didn't answer, Peter continued, "Now, can I trust you to stay in your dorm, or do I need to have you set up a sleeping bag in my office and watch you all night?"
"I'm not going to run."
"Alright, then you better get to bed, you only have a few more hours to sleep before it's time to wake up."
"Something tells me, I'm not going to be sleeping much."
"Well my advice is to try atleast."
"Yea."
Scott stood up and grabbed his bag, he started to walk outside when he turned around and looked at Peter who was watching him, "Thanks for not punishing me Peter."
"Yea well I figured you could use a break, but try anything and the campus will have a whole new building from the wood you chopped." Peter smiled when Scott did.
Scott walk outside and slowly made his way across the campus, halfway to his dorm, there was another light on him, "Scott seriously we have to stop meeting like this." Jeff said sarcastically
"Calm down Jeff, I just left Peter's, I'm going back to my dorm."
"Well I'll walk you then, just to make sure you get there without tripping into the woods."
"Whatever man." Scott was too tired to fight
They walked in silence until they reached the dorm and Scott walked up the stairs, before he walked through the door, Jeff called to him.
"Yea?"
"Peter will help you, everything will turn out alright for you."
Scott sighed, "So they say." and he was engulfed by the black of the room.