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Worst Fears Realized, Part 2

Posted on Sun Jan 13th, 2019 @ 4:02am by Senior Headmaster Absynthe "Syn" Drake & Freshman Bethany Davies & Civilian Cecily Carlisle & Civilian Jonathon Harrison

Mission: Every Day - February 2012
Location: Townsend Tower
Timeline: The Year of the Apocalypse - 12 February 2012




Cecily walked down the hall with Bethany to Jon’s room. She stopped at the door and looked at it for a moment before signing to Bethany.

Bethany had been absolutely silent since they had left the ranch after finding out that he’d hurt Cecily. When Cecily stopped and signed something at her, the green-eyed brawler glanced between the door and the young noble, then tried the knob, only to find it locked. She shook her head and gave the young woman a confused look. “You don’t have a key?”

Cecily shook her head, pushing back her blonde hair. She turned and knocked on the door, but there was no response.

“He knows that I’m here,” Bethany muttered. She knew that he was on the other side of that door just as keenly. The closer she got to him, the more that she was drawn to him, and the more it hurt. “Don’t make me melt the lock and kick this door in, Jon,” the young woman said, her voice a bit louder than she had intended, then gave a heavy sigh. “You know I’ll do it.”

There was still no response. Cecily put her hand on Bethany’s arm to stop her. Then the blonde went over to a darkened wall panel. She ran her fingers over the screen to wake it up and signed something.

“Unlocking the door,” OG responded.

Cecily walked back to Bethany’s side and the lock clicked open. She pushed the door open and stepped inside the darkened room.

The curtains were closed, blocking out the light. Jon sat in his wheelchair, staring at the BBC News on the television, the only thing providing light. The sound was muted. He wore a dirty white t-shirt and shorts, the stump of his leg jutting out. His cybernetic leg lay discarded in the corner. It looked like he hadn’t shaved in the three weeks Bethany had been gone, and from the funk in the room, he hadn’t showered much in that time, either. Bottles of vodka, whiskey, and other cheap, but potent, alcohol lay scattered around the room.

“Go away,” Jon growled to the two women standing in the entrance to his room. “You made it abundantly clear you didn’t want to be here, Bethany.”

Bethany reached out and pulled Cecily back. “No, Cece. Wait outside,” she said, pushing the young woman out the door, suddenly rather protective of her. There was something sinister in his tone, and he’d already hurt her. “Let me deal with this.” She took no arguments, closing the door in the blonde’s face and locking it.

The young woman made her way across the debris in the room, discarded clothing, reeking alcohol bottles, and stood in front of the television, blocking his view. Her green eyes leveled on him and she said, her voice hurt, angry, “I didn’t take a knife in my lung to save the woman that you love so that you could become a drunk and hurt her. And you know why I left, so you don’t get to try to make me feel guilty for giving up the only man that I’ve ever loved so that you could be with another woman.”

“That was an accident,” Jon said. “And you act like letting you go was easy for me, jailbait,” he snapped back at her. “Now get the bloody hell out of the way.” He tossed a nearly empty bottle of beer at her.

Bethany snatched the bottle out of the air and glared at Jon. “Accident my ass,” she spat, not even flinching at the word that would have made her mother start in on her. “That’s every drunk’s excuse. The Preacher used it liberally. And that’s right, turn that knife a little more,” she said, shaking her head, trying to hide the pain that his jab caused her. “Do you have any idea what it was like watching you with her? Do you even care? You should have let me die.” She flung the bottle past his head. “Why didn’t you let me die rather than having to live with the fact that you’d rather do anything, be with anyone, other than be with me?”

“Do you think I wanted to live in a world without you?” Jon snapped back, surging up, trying to get to his one foot. Drunk and off-balance, he grabbed Bethany’s arms, sending her crashing back into the TV and into the wall.

The tactical teen’s eyes went wide as she was pushed back, and she caught herself on the wall, then spun away from Jon, tearing away from his grasp. Bethany dropped into a defensive stance, her eyes going dark, her breaths heaving. Her entire body was vibrating and she shook her head as her father leapt up in her vision.

Bethany’s eyes went cold, dark, and she suddenly couldn’t even swallow as the Preacher’s screams started in her head. She backed away from Jon, putting some distance between them. “You don’t get to hurt me anymore,” she muttered through clenched teeth. “Never again! I killed you!” She grasped at her head, her eyes squeezing shut, trying to banish the hateful memories that suddenly flooded her mind.

Jon gave a bark of a laugh, mocking and disdainful, as he slumped against the wall. “Daddy issues still?” he asked. “Aren’t we a pair. Maybe we deserve each other.” He lurched, hopping toward her, barely stable. “You want to take a go at me, freak? Blast me with your laser light show? Go ahead.”

The green-eyed brawler’s jaw worked furiously, and when she looked up her eyes were dancing with those dangerous colors. Bethany forced herself upright and glared at Jon. “I’ve only ever loved you. I couldn’t even love my own father, and now, this, reminds me of exactly what I hated about him. I almost died to save the woman that you loved, because I couldn’t bear the thought of seeing that pain in your eyes.”

Bethany reached behind her and pulled her combat knife, then flung it at the wall, sticking it right next to his head. “You want to kill the freak that you’re so afraid of? Do it! I won’t even try to stop you. I’d rather be dead than have to see you like this, and I’d rather be dead than have to live without you.”

“You think I want to live without you?” Jon snarled. He yanked the knife out of the wall. “You saved the woman I loved, and then you left!” He grabbed Bethany by the collar and slammed her against the wall, the knife dangerously near her throat. “I love you!” The knife slammed into the wall, nicking Bethany’s neck, and Jon kissed her roughly.

Bethany was utterly and completely stunned, not only by Jon’s actions, but by his words as well. She blinked rapidly, tears forming in her eyes and she whimpered slightly under his crushing kiss. Confusion played out on her face for a moment, and then she felt herself giving in to the man that she loved so much that it hurt her to breath.

Suddenly, she stopped, breaking the kiss, gasping for breath. Bethany pushed Jon away, moving away from him and leaving him against the wall. “No! You don’t get to do this to me!” she said, her voice rough with the desire that she was fighting back. “Yeah right! You love me so much that you pushed me away every chance that you got! You love me so much that you couldn’t wait to show me just how much by kissing her right in front of me, knowing how I felt! You left me to deal with all of this on my own, while you started a new life with her! Why would I stick around for that kind of pain? Hell! You didn’t even try to stop me when I told you I was leaving! Yeah...that’s love alright...”

“I told you I didn’t want you to go!” Jon shot back. “I told you this was the best place for you. What did you expect me to do? You knew I loved Cecily! You’re barely seventeen and have no experience with this. Cecily is at least legal…” Jon pushed his hand through his hair in frustration and self-reproach.

“That’s why I left!” Bethany nearly screamed, hot tears running down her face. “So that you could be with her, and I didn’t have to suffer watching you build a new life with another woman! Not so that you could become a damned drunk again and start hurting her! I’m just some stupid kid that managed to fall in love with you, remember? You don’t want me! You’ve already made that perfectly clear! So how can you even pretend that you love me?”

“Because I’m not pretending!” Jon yelled back, punching the wall beside her head.

Bethany didn’t even flinch at the fist driving past her face. She simply pushed Jon back and walked away from him. “I knew that you loved her. I pushed my feelings down, choked on them, so that you could be with her if you ever got the chance again! Now, you say that you love me, but you don’t want to be with me? You make no sense! You’re so stuck on the fact that I’m not eighteen yet, that you’d rather push me away to be with another woman? Two months, Jon! Two months and I’ll be that all important age to you! But you couldn’t wait for me!” Angry, pained tears rolled down the green-eyed brawler’s face.

“It’s not about that!” Jon said in frustration. “It’s...I did all this for Cece. I owe Cecily! For being a part of what happened to her…”

“You can’t have both of us, Jon!” She pulled her shirt up and traced the thin, barely visible scar under her ribcage. “You ripped my heart out when you made your choice! Then you started drinking again and hurt the woman that I almost died to save! Remember that?” She yanked her shirt down again and sighed heavily.

Bethany’s jaw worked angrily, the pain etched into her face. She got close to him again, her eyes boring into him with all of the agony that she’d been suffering over her feelings for him. “If you don’t love her enough to control yourself, then you don’t deserve her. And if you don’t love me enough to be honest about it, then you don’t deserve me either. You’re acting just like my father right now, and I won’t tolerate it,” she said, her voice a dangerous whisper, jaw clenched, her normally green eyes swirling with those odd rainbows. “You have to choose, Jon. Right here. Right now. It’s her, or me. And there’s no going back once you do.”

“Damn it, Bethany!” Jon closed his eyes and clenched his fists, agonizing over her ultimatum. The link between them roiled confusingly. Then something seemed to snap and Jon grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her to him for a hard, bruising kiss, the choice made.

Bethany gasped, then groaned in pain and desire as Jon’s hands closed in her hair. The tension broke as she succumbed to her love for the man, allowing him to kiss her and returning it with all of the fires that had been burning in her chest for weeks. Her hands slid up and her fingers curled into his hair as the tears streamed down her face.

Jon’s mouth opened, his tongue sliding in to dance with Bethany’s. His hands slid up her body, caressing it, his body trembling with need for her, his passion transmitting over the link. He cupped her breasts through her top as the kiss intensified, heated.

The young woman was nearly vibrating with pent up desire as the kiss continued. Not even the taste of the alcohol on his lips seemed to deter her, and she moaned as his hands searched her body. One hand tightened further in his hair, while the other slid down his strong chest, her nails dragging the cloth of his t-shirt, then around him, pulling him closer, clutching at him desperately. Something in her mind screamed at her to stop him, but she couldn’t, she didn’t want to. All that she wanted to do was revel in that moment, that intimate bond that raged between them, and the consequences be damned!

Jon growled with his denied desire. His hands pushed up Bethany’s shirt and he trapped her against the wall with his hard body, wavering only slightly on his one leg. His strong hands snapped the clasp of her bra and roughly kneaded her naked breasts, feeling her body respond to his touch, and his respond to her body as it writhed against him.

Bethany’s hand crept up under Jon’s shirt, her nails dragging the skin along his lower back, then just into the waistband of his shorts. She wasn’t nearly so timid this time, her kiss, her caresses hungry and eager. She had tried to deny herself this passion, but couldn’t take it any longer. She wanted him to take her, to hold her down and have his way with her, and she had for longer than she cared to admit.




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