Betrayal
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M through R › The O.C.
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
7,133
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Betrayal
Warning: This story deals with swearing, drug use, violence, incest and rape.
Author’s note: taking place at the second season’s finale, though with a twist. AU.
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Ryan stepped out of his car furiously, slamming the door hard without flinching at the loud noise. He was beyond reason at this point, all he could think about was hurting Trey, punching in that smug face, splitting the lips that had touched HIS girlfriend Marissa, breaking the hands that had tried to hurt Marissa. He was making his brother pay, be damned of the family bond they were supposed to have and actually never had. His knuckles hit the wood of the door hard when he knocked and it didn’t take long before the door opened, just not by the person he’d expected.
Floater girl, what was she doing here? The young teenager pushed past her, ignoring her remarks, not even hearing them, his blue eyes settling on Trey lounging on his dingy bed with a geeky grin, pupils dilated. Just perfect, now he was high too, explained Floater girl though, she was the one with the drugs supply.
“Hey bro, what brings you here?”
Ryan looked around, seeing the bags in the corner, half packed. Of course, Trey was leaving, or more to say, running away from the mess he created, another Atwood habit he was sick and tired of.
“Marissa,” He half growled, eyes flashing with unconcealed anger at his brother who had finally realised Ryan wasn’t here for a friendly chat, half sitting up with an apologizing look, hands raised.
“Hey look, I tried to talk to her man, I didn’t mean to, I was high and so messed up. She wouldn’t listen though and keeps…”
“You never mean to, do you? Never is anything your fault, but you hurt her!”
And he had hurt Ryan with that attack on his girlfriend, had broken the fragile trust and friendship that had started to form between them and only produced another failure, another disappointment.
“Damnit Trey! She said no! And you just kept going, you just violated her while she……”
“Shut up!”
Trey wasn’t really stable at this point, he was riding on his trip, and he just didn’t need his kid brother in his face right now, whining about his bitch. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he looked anywhere but Ryan.
“You were always the sweet one, the pretty one, the one with all the luck…..I deserve some of that too, that bitch was asking for it. I’m telling you man, she was flashing her tits at me, wearing a skirt and all, she was just ask…..”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, with a low growl his younger brother was upon him, a fist landing squarely against his jaw with a loud smack, followed by another punch. He tried to fight off the series of punches but it was hard with Ryan in his angry frenzy. And then it just stopped, leaving only a dead weight on top of him.
“Ryan?”
Slowly he pushed his kid brother off him, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve to look around what had caused Ryan’s sudden unconsciousness. The blonde chick, he always forgot her name, stood at the end of the bed, with a now broken lava lamp and a big smile.
“Needed some help there?”
Trey just glared at her, touching his nose gingerly before standing up. Nothing was broken, he had managed to deflect the punches most of the time. He had to get out of here, and fast, some of his bro’s friends were probably on their way over already.
“Just help me tie him up, we have to go.”
She just pouted a little, looking from Ryan to Trey and back, an almost shy smile forming, well it looked to be shy anyways. There was a giggle as she turned Ryan on his back on the bed, running a long nailed finger down the pale cheek.
“I want to have some fun first, he’s here now….”
The older, more darker brother of the Atwood’s didn’t need to ask what kind of fun she was referring to, she was already divesting Ryan of his shirt and he couldn’t be bothered with it. His head was pounding, he was shaking and he only wanted to get out of here. Taking some rope he had lying around, yeah, always useful to have, he sauntered over to Ryan and the blonde bimbo. He tied the wrists of his brother to the bed posts tightly and secure, that should keep him there so Trey could split without having to deal with the blonde boy.
“We have some more stuff?”
There was a nod from her when she pointed towards the kitchen, the counter there littered with small bags containing white powder, and it wasn’t powdered sugar.
Author’s note: taking place at the second season’s finale, though with a twist. AU.
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Ryan stepped out of his car furiously, slamming the door hard without flinching at the loud noise. He was beyond reason at this point, all he could think about was hurting Trey, punching in that smug face, splitting the lips that had touched HIS girlfriend Marissa, breaking the hands that had tried to hurt Marissa. He was making his brother pay, be damned of the family bond they were supposed to have and actually never had. His knuckles hit the wood of the door hard when he knocked and it didn’t take long before the door opened, just not by the person he’d expected.
Floater girl, what was she doing here? The young teenager pushed past her, ignoring her remarks, not even hearing them, his blue eyes settling on Trey lounging on his dingy bed with a geeky grin, pupils dilated. Just perfect, now he was high too, explained Floater girl though, she was the one with the drugs supply.
“Hey bro, what brings you here?”
Ryan looked around, seeing the bags in the corner, half packed. Of course, Trey was leaving, or more to say, running away from the mess he created, another Atwood habit he was sick and tired of.
“Marissa,” He half growled, eyes flashing with unconcealed anger at his brother who had finally realised Ryan wasn’t here for a friendly chat, half sitting up with an apologizing look, hands raised.
“Hey look, I tried to talk to her man, I didn’t mean to, I was high and so messed up. She wouldn’t listen though and keeps…”
“You never mean to, do you? Never is anything your fault, but you hurt her!”
And he had hurt Ryan with that attack on his girlfriend, had broken the fragile trust and friendship that had started to form between them and only produced another failure, another disappointment.
“Damnit Trey! She said no! And you just kept going, you just violated her while she……”
“Shut up!”
Trey wasn’t really stable at this point, he was riding on his trip, and he just didn’t need his kid brother in his face right now, whining about his bitch. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he looked anywhere but Ryan.
“You were always the sweet one, the pretty one, the one with all the luck…..I deserve some of that too, that bitch was asking for it. I’m telling you man, she was flashing her tits at me, wearing a skirt and all, she was just ask…..”
He didn’t get to finish his sentence, with a low growl his younger brother was upon him, a fist landing squarely against his jaw with a loud smack, followed by another punch. He tried to fight off the series of punches but it was hard with Ryan in his angry frenzy. And then it just stopped, leaving only a dead weight on top of him.
“Ryan?”
Slowly he pushed his kid brother off him, wiping his bloody nose with his sleeve to look around what had caused Ryan’s sudden unconsciousness. The blonde chick, he always forgot her name, stood at the end of the bed, with a now broken lava lamp and a big smile.
“Needed some help there?”
Trey just glared at her, touching his nose gingerly before standing up. Nothing was broken, he had managed to deflect the punches most of the time. He had to get out of here, and fast, some of his bro’s friends were probably on their way over already.
“Just help me tie him up, we have to go.”
She just pouted a little, looking from Ryan to Trey and back, an almost shy smile forming, well it looked to be shy anyways. There was a giggle as she turned Ryan on his back on the bed, running a long nailed finger down the pale cheek.
“I want to have some fun first, he’s here now….”
The older, more darker brother of the Atwood’s didn’t need to ask what kind of fun she was referring to, she was already divesting Ryan of his shirt and he couldn’t be bothered with it. His head was pounding, he was shaking and he only wanted to get out of here. Taking some rope he had lying around, yeah, always useful to have, he sauntered over to Ryan and the blonde bimbo. He tied the wrists of his brother to the bed posts tightly and secure, that should keep him there so Trey could split without having to deal with the blonde boy.
“We have some more stuff?”
There was a nod from her when she pointed towards the kitchen, the counter there littered with small bags containing white powder, and it wasn’t powdered sugar.