marea67 (marea67) wrote,

Turn a different corner 11/?

Turn a different corner 11/?

By: Marea67
About: Kevin/Scotty/Mark
Rate: G.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything
Extra: This an AU (Alternative Universe) story, so remember : The more things change, the more they stay the same. Here are part 01, part 02, part 03, part 04, part 05, part 06, part 07, part 08, part 09 and part 10



Scotty leaves the small room and Kevin looks up. Scotty’s face is white as a sheet.
“Can we leave?” he asks, his voice strained.
“Yeah sure.” Kevin replies. “Are you alright?” he now asks.
“Fine.” Scotty says, clearly not fine.

In the car they don’t talk. Scotty stares at the landscape passing by, unaware of the many glances Kevin gives him, unaware that a few times Kevin opens his mouth to say something, but then changes his mind, unaware that Kevin is worried about him and wants him to talk and that the silence bothers him.

Scotty’s mind is on what happened between him and Mark. He replays the scene in his mind over and over again. There are so many warring feelings in him. Anger, relief, guilt, disappointment, frustration, disbelief and also a glimmer of gloating. And the gloating brings him back to Kevin, sitting beside him in the car.

He looks at him, staring at the road and Scotty  is grateful that Kevin has not tried to ‘interrogate’ him.
“Thank you.” He says softly and startled by the sudden sound Kevin looks at him.
“For what?”

“For not saying ‘told you so’, for giving me time to figure this out, for being here with me. You have no idea how grateful I am for the friendship you’ve given me.”
“You’re welcome… And I am very curious to find out how things went between you and Mark, but I understand that it didn’t go too well, so… I thought I’d shut up about it.”

Scotty looks at his hands, wondering if the meeting really had been so bad. It hurts, yes, he has some very conflicting feelings, yes, but was it bad? Not really.
“Kevin, can we stop there? I’d like to have some coffee and I … I want to talk about what happened. But not at the loft. Somewhere neutral.”

Five minutes later, they are at a table, in a truck-stop, away from the others, two mugs of hot coffee between them. Scotty leans over the table a little, so he can be closer to Kevin, and after a little hesitation, he starts to talk about what happened when he met Mark.

“I was scared to see him again. I feared he would still have a hold over me. That, if I’d see him, I’d return to being this loser I was a few months ago, unable to resist him. I was terrified, frozen, when he came in, but I know him quite well, and he may have come in all smug, that started to change when he saw me.

I’m beginning to see your little scheme too. Your constant reminding me to not ‘hang’ in the chairs, I appeared taller, more impressive before him.” A vindictive little smile curls around Kevin’s lips and Scotty can’t help but be amused as well. “Justin’s expensive suit. I could see him wonder where I got the money.

Your advice to not talk to him, until I could breathe, so I wouldn’t come across as a stammering fool, still in awe of him. Very smart. It worked like a charm. He was the one intimidated, not me.”
“Good.” Kevin replies with little to no compassion for Mark.

“Anyway, he tried to get me back, told me how he had done it all for me. That it was basically my fault, because he loves me soooooo much.”
"Yes, nothing says ‘I love you’ better than rape, right?” For a moment there is a cynical smile between them, both feeling contempt for Mark and what he did to Scotty.

“My thoughts exactly… He wanted to make me feel guilty, I knew that, so I asked him if really, really loved me,” Scotty closes his eyes, seeing Marks’s face before him,…
… but Mark’s nod only feeds Scotty’s rising anger. How dare he sit there and claim to love Scotty after everything he has done?

“Really?” Scotty coos. “And when did you love me the most, honey? When you told me that I was loser? Or perhaps when you hit me, after I told you I found out about your scam? Or was it when you were thinking about how your friends made my life miserable with the way they relentlessly stalked me?

Because you truly have NO idea how “cherished” I felt, when you slammed up against that wall, or when you threw me on the bed and raped me while two of your buddies were holding me down. But I’ll bet you loved me most when you cashed the money, that you got when you were selling off as if I was your personal whore!”

The shocked look on Mark’s face is worth dredging up that pain. Mark stares at Scotty in total shock. Scotty confronts him, looks right at him, straight through him. Scotty’s words are casual and measured. His voice is calm and collected. And Mark starts to notice a funny sensation… He is growing to be… afraid.. of Scotty.

“Scotty, love,..” He now tries. “I’m sorry, for what I’ve done. I… I panicked. I couldn’t believe that you would actually betray me. I thought you loved me…” he whines.
“I did. I never meant to ‘betray’ you. Just ask you to stop it, because I loved you and I didn't want you to go to jail.”
“I’m so sorry for the misunderstanding between us, precious.”

Scotty’s smile is unpleasantly sarcastic.
“Oh, I’ll bet you’re sorry. Above all that you didn’t realize that by raping me, you only made it all worse. Because THAT is when I went to the police. Bet you didn’t see that one coming, did you?

Bet you thought you had me completely under your thumb? That you had scared and hurt me enough to guarantee my silence? But you didn’t. When you raped me and HAD me raped by your two friends, you broke the hold you had over me. I finally saw you for who you were, and that was pretty ugly.”

“Don’t ‘Scotty’ me. I’m completely done with you. I came here to see if there was a chance that you would re-claim your grip on me. But now I know. You don’t stand a chance. Never again. You're a loser, Mark.." Scotty gets up.  "Goodbye, Mark. We will ever see each other again.”

“What do you mean?”
“I’ve been told that us meeting each other in court will be the last time, I’ll have to lay eyes on you and it suits me fine. I’m rebuilding my life. I have someone amazing to help me….”

“You have another lover?” Mark asks, unpleasantly surprised.
“No. Just a friend, who helped me reclaim my body, my money, my life, my sanity.. He got me a job…I know now, that I don’t owe you anything. Not now, not ever. And after this case has gone to court and you’ll be sent to prison, I’ll close the chapter on Mark Styles. Forever.”

“Scotty, you can’t do this..”
“Watch me.”
“Scotty, please…..” But Scotty turns his back on Mark. He indicates he wants to leave and the warden lets him out. Scotty doesn’t even look back. Not once.

“Wow.” Kevin sits back in his seat. “That must have been pretty intense?”
“It was, but I’m glad I did it. I kept having these nightmares that he would come back home and simply take over my life again. I’d be like a puppet on a string. And he would have this unbreakable spell over me, regardless of what I did and I couldn’t escape him.

Now I know I can escape. I already did. He no longer controls me. I’m my own man again and, you know, I’ve thought about you said, about not being so bitter. I’ll try to keep that in mind as well, that was very good advice. Are you sure you can continue to put up with me?

I would completely understand if you want your own loft back, but I feel that you keep me focused on what is important. I need you now even more than I did then.”
“Scotty, I told you before, you can stay as long as you need. And if I get sick and tired of you, I’ll give you a friendly nudge…. And if that doesn’t help, I’ll get Tommy’s battle-ax…”

Scotty starts to laugh out loud, a carefree laughter and Kevin joins him. He takes Kevin’s hand into his own.
“I’m lucky to have you as my friend. I don’t have that many of them.” Scotty says.
“I’m the lucky one.” Is all Kevin can reply.


Tags: character - kevin, character - scotty, fanfic - au (alternative universe), series - turn a different corner

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