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Title: Letting Go is the Hardest Part - Sequel to DevilAngel by Aspen (not me)
Chapter: 31
Pairings: Scott Moffatt/Taylor Hanson, Dave Moffatt/Zac Hanson
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: no spoilers!
Word Count: 1592
Author's Note: IT'S BACK! Just in time for the thrilling conclusion!
Taylor
What have I done?
I immediately broke into a cold sweat as I listened to the silence behind the hotel room door. Suddenly my grand scheme seemed foolish, immature. I'd been hurt, and I'd wanted to hurt Scott back. What kind of person did that make me? What damage had I just caused?
"Forget him," came the breathy whisper in my ear, accompanied by the feeling of hands on my hips, gripping tighter, almost posessively. All of the heat, all of the passion, all of the fire that had fueled me was gone now, replaced by a cold, sick knot in the pit of my stomach. I tried to speak, but what could I say? Not only had I deliberately gone out of my way to hurt Scott, but I'd flat-out used someone to do it.
"J-josh... I..." Whatever protest I was about to attempt was thwarted by the sound of shouting in the hall, followed a moment later by the sound of a key card being slid. My eyes bulged painfully wide and although my brain was screaming at me to move, to push Josh away, to cover myself, to do anything, I was frozen in place. By the time my body responded, it was too late; the door swung open hard, slamming into the wall and leaving a nasty mark.
Time seemed to freeze, allowing me to take in every minute detail. Scott, standing in the doorway, his face painted with too many emotions to count; Dave, peeking over Scott's shoulder, staring sidelong at me with a mixture of pity, apology, and reprimand; the feeling of Josh, still hammering away as if this were all perfectly normal; the buzz of the lights, the hum of the air conditioner, the smell of sweat and sex and shame.
Then in a flash, time shifted to warp speed. One moment Scott was a good ten feet away; the next, he had Josh pinned to the wall behind me, my mind barely registering the discomfort of him pulling out so suddenly. I managed to throw my boxers on, staring dumbly as Scott struggled with the much larger man, a stream of obscenities coming from them both. Scott managed to land a single punch, knocking Josh to his knees; and then I heard it. The sound echoed in the sudden silence; the click of a gun being cocked, the gun Josh now held in Scott's face.
"SHUT UP!" Josh screamed, his face crimson, the hand that held the pistol shaking. Scott froze, his expression still that of barely contained rage. I didn't know what to do, to think; my mind was completely blank, the overwhelming shock of the situation taking control. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, loud enough to drown out any sound though, there was none to be heard. It felt like an eternity before Josh finally opened his mouth to speak.
"You just don't get it, do you? You think you can use him and toss him around like a ragdoll. A fuck buddy while it's convenient, and then what, disappear for another ten years? Break his heart again? Well I'm not going to let that happen. I won't let you do that to him again." Josh's words made no sense; it sounded like he knew Scott, knew my history with him, but that was impossible, wasn't it?
"Don't you see?" he went on, glancing at me long enough to let me know he was speaking to me now. "He's just going to do it again. Toss you aside like you mean nothing to him. He doesn't love you; he never did. If he had, he wouldn't have let you go. I wouldn't have let you go, Taylor."
"The fuck are you talking about, psycho?" Scott spoke up. "Who the fuck are you to talk like you know me?"
"Oh I know enough. Young guy, wanting to experiment, finds a helpless naive boy and takes total advantage of him. Then when it turns out he really is gay, he freaks out and kicks our poor Taylor to the curb. Don't deny it.
"Holy fuck," Scott muttered, his eyes going wide. "It was you! You son of a bitch!"
"I said shut up!" Josh screamed again. I stared at him in shock, the meaning of Scott's accusation hitting me; was this really the man who had terrorized me, who had haunted my nightmares all these years? He turned his eyes to me, smiling in a way that made my stomach turn, and I knew it was true.
"I loved you, Tay. I still do. Not like this parasite," he spat, gesturing the pistol at Scott again. "We could have been so happy together. But he had to go and ruin it."
"Josh, please. You don't love me; you don't even know me. Please, just let us go."
"For what? So you can be his ragdoll? I'll take care of you! I'll appreciate you!"
The sound of sirens was becoming clear, still a few blocks off but closing in fast. Josh glanced towards the open window and cursed under his breath.
"You hear that?" Scott asked, grinning darkly. "You're going down, and I bet you make the prettiest prison bitch."
"Oh I don't think so. You think this is the first time I've had to make a quick getaway? Please. All I need to do is take you out, then Taylor and I are free.
"I'm not going anywhere with you!" I shouted, but Josh spun around, pointing the gun at me, and I froze.
"I don't want to have to hurt you! I love you! I just want us to be together. But if I can't have you... then I'll do what I have to."
"The only thing you're gonna be doing is rotting in hell, you cocksucker!" Scott screamed and lunged forward, and time seemed to stop. I saw myself leap forward, throwing myself between Scott and Josh. The next thing I heard was a gunshot, and then everything went silent.
Scott
"Taylor!"
I couldn't believe what just happened, but I didn't have time to react. Josh seemed just as surprised as me, and I took advantage of that, slamming him into the wall. I wasn't fully aware of myself, but I knew I was beating him senseless. The gun must've been knocked out of his hand; I didn't stop to look, I was too busy trying to punch his skull out the back of his head.
I finally came to my senses a few seconds later, when I realized the asshole wasn't moving. I probably would've kicked him in the nuts for good measure, but I heard Tay calling me. I looked over, and it was like the world went to black and white. Well, black, white, and the red spewing out of Taylor's chest.
"Taylor! Oh my god..." I ran to his side, grabbing a shirt off the floor; I lifted him into my lap and pressed the shirt against him. I'd watched enough cop shows to know you need to apply pressure. I didn't know how well I was doing, though, considering how bad I was shaking. Taylor looked dangerously pale, his blue eyes standing out against the ivory.
"Scott..."
"Shh. Don't talk, babe. It's gonna be okay." I was vaguely aware of the fact that I was crying, but all I could focus on was the panic gripping my throat, and the sinister voice laughing in the back of my head. He's going to die...
"Scott," Tay said again, coughing violently. "Scott, I... I'm sorry..." He was crying, too, and shaking like a leaf.
"No, I'm sorry," I whispered. Every bad decision I'd ever made when it came to Taylor, every fight we had, all the years of not speaking, I hated myself for all of it. If he... no, he would be fine. He had to be. Or else I'd never be able to live with myself.
"Scott... I never got to hear... you sing..."
"You will, babe. You're gonna be fine, then you've got permanent front row seats. I promise."
"Please," he begged; his voice was getting weaker, more raspy. "Sing me... something?"
"I..." I felt like if I gave in to his request, I'd never get the chance later. I had to give him a reason to fight.
"Please." He stared at me with such intensity, such a heartbreaking need, that I couldn't say no. No matter what it meant.
"O-okay..." I wracked my brain, trying to think of what to sing. I thought about the night at the restaurant, the song he'd sung for me. "This is gonna suck," I warned him; he just smiled and reached out to touch my face. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath, trying to focus on singing to the man I loved.
"Just lay down... put your worried thoughts to bed. Don't cry now... on my shoulder rest your head. Cuz you know, that I... that I l-love you... forever..." I had to stop and close my eyes; I couldn't swallow the lump in my throat, couldn't think about anything but all the time I'd wasted, all the screw-ups I'd made.
"I'll love you, and never let go," Taylor sang softly. I looked down at him again, letting out a choking sob. I heard Dave's voice coming from down the hall, along with others, but they sounded miles away.
"I love you, Taylor," I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. Possibly for the last time.
"I love you, Scott."
I watched as his eyes, still so full of love, slowly closed.
Will Taylor survive, or will Scott have to go on alone, forever counting his mistakes? Find out soon in the epilogue! (I promise not to make you wait another two years!)
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Date: 2014-08-18 08:40 pm (UTC)Can't wait for the epilogue! But I'll definitely wait...hopefully not too long?😜
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