The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 30: “Turning Back Time”

Cast of New Characters (for this episode)

Lord Edward Armitage (senior):  stately gentleman, patrician airs, intransigent character, conservative, well-mannered, late 50’s, father to Gavin Armitage

Lady Eleanor Armitage: graceful, old-fashioned, early 50’s, mother to Gavin Armitage

Simone Hastings: delicate spitfire, politically astute, beautiful, blonde, blue eyed splendor, early twenties, fiancée to Gavin Armitage

James Sutcliffe: fiercely determined, highly educated, uncompromising, mid-30’s, father to Callum

Anne Sutcliffe: loyal, sweet, well-mannered, blue eyes, black hair, early thirties, loving mother to Callum

Seamus Moynihan: Irish, intensely dogged, grey hair, blue eyes, father to Nathan, late 40’s

Siobhan Moynihan: Irish, dark hair, blue eyes, mid-40’s, doting mother to Nathan

Cora Caldozar: charming, resolved, Hispanic, maternal, late 40’s

Taylor Smith: androgynous, tall, dark hair and eyes, long manicured fingernails, saucy attitude, late 30’s

PLEASE NOTE: Ages given are at their initial appearance in the episode and may need adjusting in latter parts of the episode.

The familiar opening sound of Tears for Fear’s iconic song “Everybody Wants to Rule the World” opens this episode, playing concurrently over the following three scenes:

July 1986, Sutcliffe Family Cambridge Summer Holiday Estate:

Anne: Don’t you reckon it’s a bit too early for this discussion?

James: I want our son to have the same education as all the men in my family.

Anne: Meaning Eton and then either Oxford or Cambridge?

James (proudly): Absolutely…only the best!

Anne: James, Callum is different.

James: That, he is. He’s rather precocious.

Anne: Therefore, he’ll be able to make a decision for himself when the time comes. And should he decide to go elsewhere—

James (cutting her off): The only other option being Harrow.

Anne: Oh, James, you’re incorrigible. The boy will have many options available to him. He already has numerous interests. He may wish to pursue the arts. His piano instructor is very impressed with his progress, especially at his age.

James: Anne, at best that shall be his hobby. I see a big future ahead for our son as either a businessman, politician, or—

Anne: It’s not your bloody decision to make! (turning around in time to see the nanny bring in Callum, the little boy tailored in a children’s designer suit, bending down to face him) How’s Mummy’s boy doing? Did you have a nice pony ride?

Callum: Yes, Mummy. I had fun.

James (looking at the boy’s soiled outfit): Callum, you’re a right mess. (to the nanny) Please clean him. Tea will be served soon.

Callum (looking at his father’s stern face): I’m sorry, Father.

Anne: It’s okay, Callum. (ruffling his hair) Daddy’s just having a bad day. (hearing James ostentatiously grunt as she sends Callum off with the nanny)

James (scoffing): Riding ponies, Anne! The boy’s too old for that.

Anne: He’s quite fond of them. He always looks forward to riding them when we visit.

James: If you’re not careful with your influence, the boy will turn out queer.

Anne: James, don’t say such rubbish! (taking his hand and guiding him out the room to tea) He’s our son, and we’ll unconditionally love him—even if he should take up dressmaking.

James (being playfully jabbed in the side): Speak for yourself, woman!

JULY 1986, ARMITAGE ESTATE IN BELGRAVIA, LONDON, UK

The Armitage family has assembled in the sitting room, enjoying tea and each other’s company.

Edward (picking up teacup): I have big plans for you, Son.

Gavin: Father, I really desire to continue my education and obtain a postgraduate degree.

Edward (taking a sip of his tea): That’s admirable. And then afterwards you’ll do what?

Gavin: I want to specialize in Mother’s business.

Edward: Publishing? That’s balderdash, Gavin! You want a career where you can make a difference.

Gavin: Father, we’ve had this discussion numerous times. I’m not interested in politics.

Edward: But, son, you are the voice of the future. Parliament needs you. The country needs you.

Gavin: Father, the country—

Edward: Is going to hell in a hand basket.

Eleanor: Calm down, Darling. We all know where you stand regarding her. Maggie Thatcher has done a right mess leading this country.

Gavin (turning to Edward): And you would have done better as PM?

Edward: My time has come and gone, son, but I know that with the right determination, you would make a great leader for Britain.

Eleanor: Edward, don’t you think you’re putting too much pressure on him? He’s got his upcoming nuptials to consider.

Edward: The Hastings are a very politically driven family. (to Gavin) Your marriage to Simone will be a powerful, strategic move.

Eleanor: Edward! You shouldn’t minimize his affections for her. She’s an outstanding young lady, worthy of our son’s love and admiration. She’s not some chess piece.

Edward: Eleanor, I was merely pointing out the benefit of their union. It would be a windfall for—

Gavin: Mother! Father! Would you please stop? (pause) There’s not going to be a wedding.

Edward: What’s this?

Eleanor (suddenly alarmed): Why not? Has Simone got cold feet?

Gavin: No, it’s nothing like that. (hesitantly) There’s something I need to tell you both.

It was then that he told his parents the secret he had held long from them and his fiancée… that he was a homosexual and could no longer keep up the charade. He had tragically broken Simone’s heart, and he was fearful of doing the same to his gentle mother. It was a fait accompli that his father would be crushed and would never get over such a shock.

JULY 1986, BROOKLYN, NEW YORK, MOYNIHAN RESIDENCE

Siobhan: Are you sure this is what you want? To become an educator?

Nathan: Yes, Ma. You’ve known I’ve always wanted to make a difference in the life of children.

Seamus: Then become a pediatrician. You’ll make more money and never have to worry about a dime.

Nathan: Dad, money’s not everything.

Siobhan: Seamus, he’s right. There are more important things than money.

Nathan: Like family. (coming to hug his father)

Seamus (patting his son’s back): So are you going back to Harvard?

Nathan: Two degrees from them is enough for me, don’t you think?

Siobhan: Then where are you going?

Nathan: Stanford.

Siobhan: That’s wonderful, Nattie. You’ll be there with Allison. (winking at him) It could be a good reunion for you two.

Nathan: Ma, that ship has sailed.

Seamus: Siobhan, don’t push the subject. Allison’s gone the way of Henry O’Malley’s daughter.

Siobhan (tapping Nathan’s shoulder): Did you know this?

Nathan: Yes, Ma.

Siobhan: So she’s like you?

Nathan: Yes, Ma. She’s gay.

Seamus: I told you not to push the subject!

Siobhan (to Nathan): So there’s no chance for you and her?

Seamus: For Christ’s sake, woman, the boy’s bent. There’s nothing either of us can do to change it.

Nathan: I should hope neither of you would want to.

Siobhan: But I want grandchildren, Seamus.

Nathan: You’ve got Sinead for that.

Seamus: Let’s just hope she doesn’t turn out like you. (turning to leave the room, tension subsiding with his absence)

Nathan: I’m sorry, Ma.

Siobhan: You know I love you no matter what. (goes to hug him)

The embrace did little to erase the hurt from Nathan as he knew his father still didn’t accept his sexuality. It had been a massive blow for him and remained a subject best avoided in the family.

OCTOBER 1996, LOS ANGELES SPORT COLISEUM, USC VS. STANFORD FOOTBALL GAME

Exposé’s “I’ll Never Get over You Getting over Me” begins playing with this time shift of a decade. The action moves to the sunny, autumnal climate of Los Angeles as southern California’s premier private university combats northern California’s version. It’s during this prestigious football match that Nathan unexpectedly runs into Allison and Chloe at the concession stand.

Nathan (shaking hands with her): It’s a pleasure meeting you. Allison’s said so much about you.

Chloe: All good things, I hope. She’s likewise sung your praises. Sometimes she does it in her sleep.

Nathan (laughing, turning to Allison): I’m sorry I never got a chance to see you until now.

Allison: You’ve lived in California for nearly a decade, and until now have yet to come see me—us—in southern California. What—or rather who—has kept you away all this time?

Nathan: What?

Allison: I only saw you a few times when you were at Stanford. Are you still seeing that freshman—well, he’s no longer one—Kieran? (nudging Chloe in the side) Nathan was quite the cradle-robber in grad school.

Chloe: You’re one to talk, Allison. You got me in my sophomore year.

Nathan (solemnly): I’m no longer with him.

Allison: So who are you with now? You can’t stay single for long.

Brendon (coming up to them, handing Nathan a soda):  He’s with me.

Nathan: Allison, Chloe, this is Brendon.

Brendon (shaking their hands): Pleasure meeting you, ladies.

Chloe: So how long have you two been together?

Brendon: A little under a year, but I know he’s a keeper.

Allison: I’ll agree with you on that. He’s an awesome man.

Brendon: Nathan’s said so much about you, although (looping his arm around Nathan) I had to beat it out of him. He’s so private with the details of his life.

Allison (to Brendon): Get to know me, and I’ll dish out all the gossip.

Chloe: So how did you two meet?

Brendon: In a library. I needed to research something for one of my independent films. I bumped into him, it was love at first sight, and the rest—as they say—is history.

Nathan (ostentatiously patting him on the chest): That’s the short version.

Brendon: Well, it’s good for Allison that we’re moving here. I can tell her the rest over dinner sometime.

Allison (to Nathan): You’re moving to Los Angeles? (pause) Why is this the first time I’m hearing this?

Brendon (whispering to Chloe): She’s a little pushy… my type of lesbian.

Nathan: It’s Brendon’s job that’s bringing us here.

Brendon (to Chloe): I better save him. (aloud) We just bought a house in Silver Lake. It was supposed to be a surprise announcement for you, but now that the secret’s out, I guess we can invite you over for cocktails.

Chloe: That’s great. We live in neighboring Los Feliz.

Allison: I, for one, am looking forward to getting to know you better, Brendon, (turning to Nathan) and catching up with you.

Nathan tried his best to hide his mild dissatisfaction with Allison wanting to insinuate herself back into his life. They had parted on amicable terms, but there was a part of him that felt something was awry. They all headed back to their seats in the stadium.

OCTOBER 1996, ARMITAGE ESTATE IN BELGRAVIA, LONDON, UK

Lord Edward Armitage had died of a heart attack, leaving his family in absolute shock. His wife Eleanor immediately notified their son. At the funeral, she was elated to see Gavin conversing with Simone Hastings, her son’s former fiancée. From afar she saw them in an embrace, her bereft heart feeling a brief moment of contentment. She should have known better than to think that Gavin had changed his mind about his sexuality, which was such an important part of his life.

Simone (her arm around him): What are your plans now?

Gavin (taking a deep breath): I’m taking over the family business, Armitage & Burnham.

Simone: What about—

Gavin: Father’s seat? You know my heart was never into politics.

Simone (sotto voce): Nor into me.

Gavin: Pardon?

Simone: So no hope of 10 Downing Street in your future?

Talon (coming upon them): I think the next resident will be full-fledged Labour.

Simone (snarkily turning to him): And you know this because?

Gavin (sensing the tension): Simone, have you met Talon Prescott, one of my prized students?

Simone (reluctantly shaking hands with him): Pleasure.

Gavin: Simone is an old family friend. Her father Lord Hastings is the talk of Parliament.

Talon: Then your father must know my uncle, Iain Prescott. (noticing her astonished grimace) They have legendary sparring in Parliament. Your father has been the subject of many dinner conversations in our family home.

Gavin (putting hand on Simone, instantly calming her): Let’s not talk politics. This somber occasion hardly befits it in spite of father’s profession.

Simone (to Talon): So how well did you know Edward?

Talon (candidly): I didn’t.

Simone (turning to Gavin): Is it en vogue for professors to bring students to family funerals? (pauses as a thought comes to her) Are you two together? (nearly blanching)

Gavin: No, we’re not seeing each other. Talon’s just being supportive.

Talon (having seen her take a deep sigh of relief): Would it have been so bad if we were together? You must admit anyone who wins his heart is very fortunate.

Simone (solemnly): I guess Fortune was not on my side. (looking with pained eyes at Gavin) Excuse me. (rushes from the room past Eleanor, who clearly sees the tears in her eyes)

JULY 2006, BOSTON, MASSACHUSETTS, DRAKE AND AUSTIN’S HOME

Annie Lennox’s “Walking on Broken Glass” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3GBn-BpkNsA) begins playing as Drake looked at his wedding photos, smiling to himself and inwardly crying. He just got back from Chicago, feeling utterly ashamed of himself. He wanted to call Austin but knew it would be futile. What he had done was unforgivable. He looked again at their wedding photos. They were in such bliss, Austin’s smile beaming.  He thought back to when they had romantically met on the subway here in Boston. That had been the most wonderful day of his life, meeting his soul companion. Pure joy had flowed through his veins when Austin had helped him to his final destination that day. He had been in Boston for business and had opted to use public transportation. After Austin had escorted him to his hotel, Drake offered to buy him some coffee at the nearby Starbucks. Their charming conversation then paled in stark contrast to the angered one they had last week. Drake had never seen Austin so upset, and it nearly scared him. The news had somehow leaked into the press, who immediately latched onto Austin’s duality as both a gay male and a staunch Republican.

Austin (angrily): How could you keep something this big from me?

Drake: I’m sorry.

Austin: Why couldn’t you have told me? Why’d I have to hear about it from the press?

Drake: I honestly thought—

Austin: Thought what? That you’d be able to keep this a secret? You realize you’ve made me the laughing stock of the media, my family, and the—

Drake (finishing for him): Republican Party, your other spouse.

Austin: Very funny, Drake. But right now it’s the only faithful spouse I can claim.

Drake: Just how faithful was it to you two years ago when your party leader wanted to make our marriage invalid?

Austin: You’ve already done a good job of that.

Drake (coming to him): I’m sorry, Austin. It was a stupid mistake.

Austin (shouting as he backs away): Drake, you lied to me and my family!

Drake: It happened before we were married.

Austin: It should have been the first thing you told me when we got intimate. Had I known I was entering into a relationship with an unfaithful—

Drake: I was never unfaithful to you, Austin. I love you.

Austin: You certainly have a funny way of showing it. Call it a lie of omission. I don’t care. The point still remains that you neglected to tell me about this part of your life.

Drake (tears coming into his eyes): I knew you wouldn’t understand, being all right-wing conservative.

Austin (shouting): Drake, you were already married!

Drake: I thought she had it annulled. I remember signing some legal document.

Austin: Well, it apparently didn’t hold up in court. Your marriage to this woman is still valid, whereas ours is null and void… not to mention the possible legal charges we could be facing! (frantically running his hands through his hair) Jesus, Drake! Did you ever stop to think? Or do you always act on impulse?

Drake (rising): Look, I’ve called Samantha. We’re going to sort this out.

Austin: How? The damage has been done. (throwing down newspaper to the society pages, his finger pointing to the reference of the historic Monroe family and their present scandal) My name’s been run in the mud. This state has only allowed same-sex marriages for a few years now. My father and uncle continue fighting in the state legislature to ensure our rights. Now, you’ve made a mockery of them!

Drake: Austin, this isn’t about your family. It’s about us.

Austin: Drake, you married into this family… or at least what I thought was a marriage.

Drake: Come on, Austin. Your mother doesn’t like me. Your father gives me the evil eye at the holidays. Your family never really accepted me. (sotto voce) And I doubt they fully accept you.

Austin: They accepted you as my partner, and now you’ve made a fool of us all. (turning away) I can’t believe I fell for a bigamist.

Drake: Better bigamists than bigots like your family.

Austin: How dare you bite the hands that fed you! We took you in when you had nothing. Me and my family were the best thing to ever happen to you, and you just spit in our faces.

Drake: Austin, I didn’t mean—

Austin: I don’t care to hear it, Drake. You’re not fit to wipe my parent’s shoes. I can’t even look at you right now. (storms out the room to Drake’s pleas to stay)

They had remained distant for several days afterward with Drake having gone to Illinois to rectify the matter with his wife. He had tried to reach Austin several times, but he was never able to enter into civil conversation with him.  He kept hearing all the mean-spirited remarks Austin had directed at him during their final argument. It was with this frame of mind that Drake would embark on yet another mishap that would ultimately hurt him and Austin again.

JULY 2006, LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA

The vast majority of the male members of the Los Angeles Outrunners were agog over the new runner to join their club. A muscularly chiseled Italian stallion, Tristan Bersani had captured the imagination of all whose eyes took in his desirable body. The more sexually inclined members immediately thought of how amazing he must excel in the bedroom. Even the lesbians were intrigued by him, their curiosity piqued by his delivery of perfect English with a slight hint of an accent. Tristan, for his part, cockily thought the he could convert them all, especially the delicate one known as Chloe. It was her partner Allison that could pose a real challenge. He was spared this embarrassment when he officially moved to the city of West Hollywood and began that venue’s long-held ritual of sleeping with a quarter of its population’s muscled boy clones within the first month.

His spree of fun, however, was halted by the arrival of his best friend, Vittoria, who moved to Los Angeles with the hope of becoming an actress or model. They both got a two-bedroom apartment, and Tristan soon fell back into his promiscuous ways, both of them living in disruptive harmony until a series of weekend trips to Las Vegas would ultimately prove a terrible mistake.

TAYLOR’S TASTEFUL TOUCH SALON, SANTA MONICA BLVD, WEST HOLLYWOOD, JULY 2006

Tristan continued being the subject of much conversation, especially at a particular salon, operated by Taylor Smith, an androgynous individual whose actual gender was not known by anyone. Taylor had a flat chest with small visible lumps that could be mistaken for small breasts, and a voice that gave no indication of being either male or feminine, but It  also didn’t help that Taylor would randomly dress in men’s and women’s clothing. Taylor resisted being called a transvestite, transsexual, or any other label. Of course, many even wondered if Taylor was his/her real name as it was conveniently applicable to either sex.

On this particular day, Taylor was putting the finishing touches on Priscilla Ashland’s well-coiffed head, her mischievous son Peyton sitting in the seat next to her.

Priscilla: So, Taylor, I know you see many Outrunners in here. What’s the word on this new guy Tristan?

Taylor: Girlfriend, I’ve heard much. It’s nonstop talk about him.

Priscilla: I checked out his ass the other day. It nearly sent me into cardiac arrest.

Peyton (hitting his mother with a rolled newspaper): Stop that, Mother! You know he’s off your radar.

Taylor: You never know. He may like cougars. (holding up mirror to Priscilla) There. What do you think?

Priscilla (taking mirror): I look dazzling. I’m sure our Casanova would take notice of me.

Peyton: Keep dreaming, Mother.

Priscilla (to him): And just how much progress have you made? The man’s been in town for two months, and he’s yet to see the inside of your bedroom… which can only mean one thing.

Peyton: What?

Priscilla and Taylor (in unison): He’s a top.

Peyton (brushing them off): You two are awful.

Taylor: He came in here earlier today for a haircut. The man’s got perfect follicles.

Priscilla: On his head or in his pubes?

Peyton: Mother!

Priscilla: What? Inquiring minds want to know.

Taylor: I do know that he’s seeing someone…at least temporarily.

Peyton: What gives you that idea?

Taylor: Because he was in here with his Latin boy toy. They were all touchy.

Priscilla: And you allowed it?

Taylor: I was lenient once I saw the crown jewels getting excited. (seeing their surprised expressions) It’s not like that. He was fully clothed, but you know these WeHo bitches love to wear tight-fitting clothes.

Priscilla: So how much is he packing?

Peyton: Mother!

Taylor: Let’s just say that the boy does Italia proud.

Priscilla: I need more details.

Taylor: A lady never tells.

Peyton: That’s if you are one.

Taylor: Bitch!

Priscilla: Well, it’s like how my grandmother once told me. A good pussy has at least nine lives. A good cock has at least nine inches.

Taylor: Amen, Sister!

Peyton (watching as they high-five each other): You two are incorrigible!

Priscilla: Well, it wouldn’t surprise me if our Italian stallion is at work right now.

SAME TIME, TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Just twenty minutes earlier Tristan had greedily accepted the money and was presently performing the task that would quickly make him a legend along the Santa Monica Boulevard circuit. He pinned the strikingly handsome, younger man onto the bed, the mattress nearly suffocating him as Tristan’s weight and undulating thrusts pushed the boy’s face downward. Rodrigo, for his part, was enjoying it, an incredible sexual sensation flowing through his lower body. He had heard through the grapevine that there was a new hustler in town, a bit high-priced but worth every penny or so the rumor went.

This guy is definitely worth it! He’s the whole package… a body to die for in every sense of the expression. European model looks, chiseled pecs, and washboard abs, and a divine piece of cock! Ouch! At that moment, Tristan’s hands had grasped into Rodrigo’s hair, yanking back his neck as the Italian further mounted him.

Tristan (having heard Rodrigo’s brief cry): You said you liked it rough.

Rodrigo: I do. You’re just so… good.

Tristan (cockily): I know. (spanking Rodrigo’s ass)

Rodrigo continued feeling his body jarred by Tristan’s sexual dynamo. Even though he was swallowed up by the pleasure, he did fear that his ass wouldn’t be able to handle much more of Tristan’s commanding performance. Their bodies were already laced with sheen of sweat, and they had maneuvered through several positions before Tristan returned him to missionary, Rodrigo’s legs resting atop Tristan’s shoulders, at which point Rodrigo looked up in joy and was briefly surprised to see his fulfilled image staring back at him. Mirrored ceilings! This only gets better with each passing minute!

Rodrigo delighted in watching his body continue to be ravaged, seeing Tristan’s tight, firm ass at work, the muscles majestically flexing as he drove his cock further into him.  He saw how Tristan’s back muscles tensed, his body a beautiful combination of science and art. The gratification soon became too overwhelming for Rodrigo, and forced himself to work pushing Tristan away from him, the Italian seemingly beset on his present mission.

Tristan (smiling): Too much for you, no?

Rodrigo (panting): Y-Yes… ohhh! (reaching his own orgasm)

Tristan (feeling Rodrigo’s warm semen splash against his abs): I could go on for hours… but it’ll cost you.

Rodrigo: And I’d pay for it if I could. (reaching up to hastily kiss him)

Tristan allowed him the pleasure of returning the kiss, Rodrigo’s sweet lips too tempting to forego. However, it didn’t end there as Tristan felt Rodrigo’s warm mouth move downward to briefly suckle on his nipple, licking up a few beads of sweat along the way before his tongue at last reached Tristan’s abs and cleansed them.

This guy would be a keeper if he were rich. I like his naughtiness. Aroused by Rodrigo’s apparent taste for semen, Tristan was all too pleased to give him a second helping when he reached his climax.

Tristan (looking at the clock): You better go. Your time is up.

Rodrigo (grabbing his clothing): Thanks. (taking a deep breath) You were amazing. (moving to kiss him)

Tristan (moving back): You want more, you got to pay up.

Rodrigo: O-Okay. (rising from the bed and slipping into his jeans) I guess I’ll see you another time when I have more money. (slipping on his white tanktop) I really enjoyed you today.

Tristan saw him to the front door and down the hall. When he came back to the room, he saw Vittoria.

Vittoria: What’s with your shit-eating grin?

Tristan (pulling out several dollar notes and waving them in front of her): I just made a killing.

Vittoria (managing to snatch away a $100 note): Good, I need a new outfit.

Tristan: Hey! I worked hard for that, and don’t forget we wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for you.

Vittoria: I was trying to save your ass! Rudy would have—

Tristan: Let’s not get into this.  Go ahead and keep the money. There’ll be plenty more. Besides, I have another appointment soon, and this one’s big… an attorney.

MAY 2008, HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, OFFICE OF DR. REYNOLDS, ONCOLOGIST

Rodrigo Caldozar sat across from Dr. Reynolds, his mother Cora Caldozar sitting next to him. Grave expressions were on their faces as Dr. Reynolds issued the news.

Cora: How much time do I have left?

Dr. Reynolds (sighing): Six months.

Rodrigo: But what about the chemotherapy? Hasn’t it worked?

Cora (turning to him): Mijo, we’ve run out of options not to mention insurance coverage.

Rodrigo (fighting back tears): So what now?

Dr. Reynolds: We can prescribe some medication for the pain.

Rodrigo: Please, Dr. Reynolds, tell me there’s something that can be done. I can’t lose my mother. She’s all I got.

Dr. Reynolds (looking at the tears running down his face): This is all I can—

Rodrigo (cutting him off): What about clinical trials or experimental drugs?

Dr. Reynolds: I really wouldn’t recommend that at this stage.

Rodrigo (angrily): So what? You just expect her to die?

Cora (placing her hand on his): Calm down, Rodrigo. I’ve already discussed this with the doctor. He knows I don’t want to go through another painful procedure.

Rodrigo: But Mama—

Cora (resignedly): I’ve lived a good life, mijo.

Rodrigo: Don’t talk like that, Mama.

Dr. Reynolds (handing Cora a prescription):  Mrs. Caldozar, please call me if you have any questions. (rising from desk) I’ll leave you two alone.

Cora: Thank you, Dr. Reynolds.

Rodrigo (once he’s left the room): Why are you thanking him? He’s done nothing!

Cora: I know you’re angry, Rodrigo, but if it’s the good Lord’s will that I leave this earth, it’s not your place to argue.

Rodrigo: You know I don’t believe in—

Cora (putting her bony finger to her son’s lips): Maybe you should find your relationship with God. Prayer may help you through these times.

Rodrigo (teary-eyed): Mama, I’m so scared. I don’t want you to go.

Cora: We just have to make the most of our time together, however long or short it may be. (they embrace, her hand maternally patting his head) Come on, let’s go home.

They rose and shortly thereafter left the hospital. On the way home, Cora suggested they stop at the bookstore. It was there she purchased Callum Sutcliffe’s #1 international bestseller Our Autumnal Youth. Already knowing that it dealt with the theme of death and undying love, she thought it would help Rodrigo through his trying ordeal. She couldn’t have known the other effect the story and its author would have on her son’s emotionally fragile mind.

MAY 2008, BEVERLY HILLS HOTEL

Callum had wept to himself, drawing the attention of Godfrey, Inga, and to a lesser extent little Edward, as they rode in the limousine from the airport. They all knew that he was still mourning the loss of Gavin Armitage, his lifetime partner, several months after he had been lost at sea. Inga didn’t know why they had left London to fly to California. She knew it wasn’t her place to ask, only to care for the baby. Other than Callum, only Godfrey knew the reason they had come to America. They arrived at last at the hotel, whereupon Callum assured them their stay there would be temporary.

Callum: I’m meeting with an estate agent in the morning. I have my eye on some homes in Beverly Hills, Bel-Air, and the Hollywood Hills.

Godfrey: You’re not planning on staying here indefinitely? You only need to find this man, and… (seeing Inga in the room)

Callum: Inga, you and Edward have the adjoining bungalow. (Inga takes the hint and leaves the room)

Godfrey: Do you know where to find this man?

Callum (pulling out papers from briefcase): Don’t worry. I’ll find Nathan Moynihan and—(starts crying)

Godfrey (coming over to him): Would you like a drink?

Callum (sniffling): I can’t believe I’m doing this. Following through with my deceased husband’s wishes.

Godfrey: You realize this is very serious. If Lady Armitage were to ever get wind of this—

Callum: I know. Eleanor can never find out. All would be lost. (pause) On that thought, I think I’ll have that drink.

Godfrey: As you wish.

TWO DAYS LATER, TUESDAY EVENING, GRIFFITH PARK

311’s cover of “Love Song” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mZqEqypU4cs) closes out this episode as Callum sits in his air-conditioned car, fighting the heat of the late spring Southern California day. It had reached the mid-90’s Fahrenheit. He was not used to these temperatures. He looked at his watch. It was nearing half past six, the point at which this athletic group would be meeting.  He thought of Gavin and instantly fought back tears. I’m dong this for you. Seeing people begin congregating around the flag pole meeting location, Callum got out his car and rushed over to the crowd. He was given a warm welcome. It must be a close-knit community. It was Brendon Roberts who first made his acquaintance, introducing himself as president of the organization.

Brendon: So you’re visiting? (seeing him nod) For business or pleasure?

Callum: Definitely business.

Brendon: What is it you do?

Callum (putting hand to head): Bloody hell, this heat is unbearable. I-I’m a writer.

Brendon: Is that so? Are you researching the members of a gay athletic club for one of your stories?

Callum: Not everyone… just someone in particular.

Brendon (taking notice of Callum’s weariness): You’re not used to this weather. We’ve been experiencing an unseasonable heatwave. Perhaps you should sit down. I’ll get you some water.

Callum (sitting down): Thanks.

Callum bowed his head to his chest and took a deep breath. He didn’t feel up to running or doing anything remotely athletic. All he wanted to do was rest or get back to the comfort of his air-conditioned vehicle. He rose and was about to move toward the car when a deep, masculine voice called out to him, Callum’s back to the man. Callum turned around in time to see a bottle of water being extended to him.

Nathan: My partner Brendon had to take a call on his cell. He wanted me to give this to you.

Callum (breathless): Th-Thank you. (taking the bottle)

Nathan: We haven’t met.  My name’s Nathan.

Callum: Moynihan.

Nathan: Yeah, that’s my name. How’d you know it?

Callum took one look at the man who was his designated enemy and knew immediately that there was absolutely no way that he could ever hate him. The foolishness of his young heart would override any demand of hatred. Callum lost his balance when he turned to walk away, Nathan immediately coming to steady him, but with the touch of Nathan’s skin upon his own, Callum felt an overwhelming sensation run through him. All that everyone else present felt was a wave of astonishment as they saw their visitor publicly faint into the arms of Nathan Moynihan.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 29: “Lies of Omission”

Nickelback’s “Far Away” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfd6ZBDH9A4) opens this episode as Callum rushes through the international terminal at LAX in search of the correct gate according to the ticket in his possession. He had argued with the airline representative to purchase it at the last minute, and then going through security had taken a lifetime. He knew he didn’t have much time left but had to get on that plane. I can’t let it end like this between us. We have too much history for me to throw it all away over a misunderstanding.

He pushed past a family, the mother of which cursed him in some foreign tongue for knocking over their luggage. His lungs were nearly out of breath, and he felt sure the airport security would soon be after him, for he looked like someone in evasion of the law. He made it to the gate just as the door to the passageway was closed. He was too late! Talon was on that plane with Tristan, heading to Italy. If only I had paid attention to my heart, paid attention to my instincts… dare I say it, if only I had apologized!

He couldn’t hold back his emotion. The tears flowed from his eyes as he fell back into the nearest chair, his head falling into his cupped hands. He soon heard a woman’s voice.

Woman: Excuse me, Sir.

Callum: Piss off!

Woman: Whatever, you jerk! I was only bringing you this. (throwing him a written note)

Callum: I didn’t ask for this. You—

Woman: He (pointing to guy over in the corner) wanted me to.

Callum looked up and saw Talon. He quickly rose and rushed over to him.

Callum (hugging him): Talon.

Talon: Why are you here?

Callum: I came for you. I thought you were on that flight.

Talon (looking into Callum’s eyes): I-I couldn’t do it. I-I (suddenly feeling Callum’s lips upon his)

Callum: I love you. I’ve just been such an idiot. I never should have said all those spiteful things to you.

Talon: I couldn’t leave you, either. It was foolish of me to think I could blot you out my life.

Callum: Where’s Tristan?

Talon: He got on the plane. I imagine he’s on the tarmac, flirting with some bloke seated next to him. (suddenly taking notice of Callum) But what about you? You look as if you’ve just run a marathon.

Callum: I’ve been through hell.

Talon: You do know you simply could have ringed me.

Callum: I-I wasn’t thinking. My only goal was to see you.

Talon: Well, I’m here.

Callum: I’ve been foolish. I—to hell with the explanations!

He embraces Talon, pulling his head forward so they could kiss again, the contact one of passion—of two spirits at last coming together in genuine affection. Talon allowed his lips to be tenderly sucked and pulled on by Callum’s mouth before he gently pulled himself away.

Talon: I don’t think this is the right place for our reunion. I’m sure these people aren’t accustomed to seeing two blokes kissing.

Callum (disconsolately): Do you think I bloody care what they think? I’d make love to you right now if I could.

Talon (pulling Callum to him): Will you be quiet? That little girl over there is looking at us.

Callum (taking a quick peek at their spectator): Her?  She’ll be someone’s fag hag someday. She might as well know what her mates do when she’s—(feeling Talon jerk him away)

Talon did allow them to hold hands as they went to the airport exit. Callum pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and within seconds his Jaguar was pulled to the curb, Enid at the wheel.

Talon (dumbfounded):  You left her behind the wheel? Callum, she doesn’t even have a license!

Enid (looking at them holding hands): So did you two kiss and make up?

Callum (dictatorially): Get in the back.

Enid: I thought perhaps you two could do that, and I’d chauffeur whilst you—(winking)

Talon (opening the door): Not a chance! Besides, we already had an audience for our reunion.

Enid giddily moved to the back seat as Talon took the driver’s seat and Callum the passenger’s seat. She saw Talon reach his hand over to take Callum’s. The car soon drove out the maze that was LAX Airport.

Enid: So what now?

Callum: We’re going home.

Enid: And then?

Callum: And I reckon we’ll talk about the future. We’re all returning to England. (seeing Enid’s reaction) Not a word out of you! (to Talon) Have you heard the latest? She wishes to attend university here.

Talon: I know. I suggested it to her.

Callum (snatching his hand from Talon’s grasp): You what?

Talon: My nephew Iain is going to USC. He seems to like it there. Besides, it would save her a fortune to live at home with her family. Those residence halls are rather expensive. (taking back Callum’s hand and kissing it in the process)

Callum: What? So we’d be one happy family living all under the same roof?

Talon: Actually, I had my eye on this larger estate in Beverly Hills. (now being playfully hit by Callum as Enid warns Talon to watch the wheel as they are driving in deadly LA traffic)

MALIBU CLIFF, SAME TIME

Heath was just about to throw himself over the edge when he heard someone shouting his name. He turned around to see that it was Bralen, who was rushing up to him.

Heath (putting out his hands): Stay back, Bralen!

Bralen: Heath, don’t do it.

Heath: Why not? I’ve messed up your life.

Bralen: That’s no reason to take your own. Come here.

Heath (moving closer to the edge): No. (tears coming into his eyes) I only cause trouble.

Bralen: Heath, listen to me. This is not the way.

Heath: I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this happen. I can’t forgive myself for it.

Bralen (thinking of anything to calm him down): But I forgive you, Heath. (cautiously approaching him)

Heath: You do?

Bralen: Please don’t do this to yourself.

Heath (breaking down): I’m so scared.

Bralen (rushes to him, grasping and pulling him from the edge): It’s okay.

Heath (his weight pulling them both down to the ground): I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. (crying into Bralen’s chest)

Bralen (cradling Heath’s head and feeling the warmth of Heath’s tears seeping through his shirt): It’s okay, Heath.

Heath (looking up): Help me, Bralen. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Bralen (helping him up): Come on.

Heath (runny-nosed now): Please.

Bralen (guiding him to the car): I promise I’ll help you.

RODRIGO’S APARTMENT, HOLLYWOOD

Rodrigo (trying to pry Brendon’s hands from his neck): What the fuck is wrong with you?

Brendon (relaxing his grip): You’re the one responsible for all that shit being written about me.

Rodrigo: What are you talking about?

Brendon: Brendon Roberts. Name ring a bell?

Rodrigo: Let go of me! (grasping onto Brendon and successfully pushing him away) Whatever’s printed is the truth, and judging from your reaction—

Brendon (pointing a finger at him): You’re going to print a retraction.

Rodrigo: I could sue you for assault, attacking me like this.

Brendon: Why are you doing this? (his vision suddenly falling onto a pile of books, the author’s name burning into his mind) He put you up to this! (aggressively rushing up to Rodrigo but is struck down by Rodrigo’s fist)

Rodrigo: You better get the hell out of my place!

Brendon (rising from the floor): You’re working for Callum. Well, you and that bastard won’t get away with this. I’ll see to that.

Rodrigo: And you better watch your back!

Brendon: Or what? You’ll call your gang from South Central. (approaching him) Listen, Punk, you don’t want me as your enemy. You’re going to stop spreading this trash. (wiping his nose and turning to leave the apartment, Rodrigo angrily looking at his retreating figure, murder in his eyes)

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ, SAME TIME

Chloe had risen from the coffee table and went into the other room. Allison was standing before Nathan, beckoning for him to come into the house. He exchanged greetings with her, and Chloe immediately noticed the despondent look on his face.

Chloe: Is everything all right, Nathan?

Nathan (entering): Not exactly. Have you been reading the news—or what passes for news these days?

Allison (closing the door behind him): Is this about Justin? Has he—

Nathan: It’s Brendon this time. I guess neither of you have read the Hollycove Tribune.

Allison: I’ve heard some gossip at the hospital, but I never believe anything they say.

Chloe (looking from one to the other): Will someone please tell me because I’m completely in the dark?

Nathan: Brendon is supposedly running a high-end Hollywood prostitution ring.

Allison: You don’t believe that, Nathan?

Chloe: There’s no way he could—(noticing Allison as she guides him out the room)

Nathan (walking into the kitchen): I don’t know what to believe.

Allison (going to make him a cup of coffee): Has he given you any reason to doubt him?

Chloe (coming into the kitchen): Other than when he sided with his nephew.

Allison (handing him the cup): Thank goodness those charges were dropped.

Chloe: But this is just tabloid drivel. You can’t believe everything you read.

Nathan: I think he may have known the woman who killed Peyton.

Chloe: What?

Allison (suddenly becoming concerned): Chloe, would you get that—

Chloe: Don’t send me on some errand just because you think I’ll burst into tears every time you mention Peyton.

Nathan (sensing tension): You know I shouldn’t have come here.

Allison (putting her hand on his shoulder): No, Nathan, you’re always welcome here.

Chloe (looking at the gesture): I’ll make myself scarce and go for a walk.

Allison: Chloe, don’t.

Chloe (raising her hand): No, it’s fine. Nathan came to speak with you. I’ll just be in the way. (kisses her)

Allison (worried expression on her face): Are you sure?

Nathan: I can leave. I didn’t mean to interrupt your morning.

Chloe (to Nathan): It’s okay. I need some fresh air.

Allison: Just be back before we leave for Venice.

Nathan (once he hears the door close): I forgot about that board meeting. I’m not sure I have the energy to go.

Allison: Don’t worry about it. I’m still vice-president, and I plan on being there. Austin has got his hooks into Mike Kirkland, who’s hosting the meeting at his home in Venice.

Nathan: They both want to break with tradition and move the running locations from Santa Monica to Venice and Silver Lake to Echo Park.

Allison: I’ll put up a good fight against them, but I’m more concerned about you. I can see this baloney about Brendon is really hitting you hard.

Nathan: That’s an understatement. If this is true, it could be the end of my relationship with Brendon. I can’t be lied to again.

Allison: Nathan, you and Brendon have been together for over 12 years. That’s a long time to know somebody. There’s no way he could have kept a secret of this magnitude from you.

Except you don’t know about the one secret he kept from me for over 12 years… that he was really father to his nephew. So you can be with someone for a long time without really knowing them. I just can’t believe that Brendon would do something like this, especially if he personally knew the woman responsible for the attacks on us both. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Allison’s warm hand close over his on the tabletop. He looked up into her eyes, immediately reading the concern in them. She’s really a wonderful person, so protective and loving. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

Nathan: Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.

Allison: Are you? (pause) You keep forgetting that I can read you like a book.

Nathan: I thought all the lies were behind us. Brendon and I have been through so much.

Allison: Do you love him?

Nathan (taken aback): What sort of question is that? Of course I—(looking at her smiling face)

Allison: That’s what I thought. You love him, and when you love someone, you don’t give up on them.

Nathan: Where would I be without you?

Allison: Probably imprisoned somewhere on Fire Island.

Nathan (laughing): You know you’re incredible. I don’t know how you put up with me, always coming to you with my problems as if you don’t have enough of your own. I know Chloe is still under a lot of stress from everything these past weeks.

Allison: I’m thinking of taking her on a vacation. Hopefully getting away will help her nerves.

Nathan: She’s really lucky to have you.

Allison: Thanks, but I’m just happy to have someone who loves me like I know Brendon loves you.

Nathan: So you think I’m overreacting to this?

Allison: I’d bet my life on it. There’s no way he could do any of what they’re claiming. After all, this is a tabloid reporting this.

Nathan (hesitantly): I just don’t—

Allison (assertively): Look at me, Nathan. You know Brendon feels bad for siding with Justin, and he would never do anything to hurt you. He’s too much of an upstanding man. Don’t make me knock sense into you.

Nathan: Okay. No lesbian threats.

Allison (laughing): I always had a way of making you do what I said.

Nathan (rising from table): Thanks again, Allison, for making me see straight. (gestures to give her a friendly kiss but she pulls back) I-I’m sorry.

Allison: I-I’ll see you out.

Nathan (awkwardly ushered out the door): Thanks, Allison.

Allison: No problem. (closing the door and exhaling as she realized in that split second that there was indeed a problem)

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, THIRTY MINUTES LATER

Chloe had left home, feeling jilted by Allison and Nathan, her self-worth seemingly under attack. Why does she always do that? It was supposed to be our day together. As soon as he comes into the picture, I’m expected to play second fiddle. It felt like she couldn’t wait to get me out… so worried that she’ll say something to unnerve me. I’m not some fragile child. In spite of these thoughts, Chloe got into her car and drove around the neighborhood until she suddenly found herself driving down Santa Monica Boulevard and eventually entering the city of Beverly Hills. She turned onto a residential street and soon parked the car across the street from a charming, modern home which Chloe knew all too well. It seemed lately it had become the destination where she went in times of distress.

Sixpence None the Richer’s “There She Goes” plays as Estrella leaves her house, wearing a loose white frock that only emphasized the darkness of her hair and olive complexion. Her long legs supported her lithe, beautiful frame, and a Louis Vuitton handbag completed the model image as she crossed to her car, opening the door and getting inside. Chloe could only stare in amazement at the sheer beauty of the woman. She could even see from her distance that there was something amiss in Estrella’s body language. What’s burdening her? Chloe waited patiently for the car to start, but it never did. Why is she just sitting in it? Chloe hesitated to check on her, thinking perhaps she was putting on her signature red lipstick. Several more minutes passed with nothing happening. Then Estrella opened the car door, got out, ran her fingers through her hair as the sunlight fell on her gorgeous figure. She was talking to someone on her cell phone. She sat on the steps outside the house and appeared to start crying. It was at this moment that Chloe got out her car and came over to her, surprising the woman who looked up to her with tears in her eyes.

Chloe: Is everything all right?

Estrella (wiping her eyes): Yes, I’m fine. (rising) What are you doing here?

Chloe: I was just in the neighborhood.

Estrella: I’m really sorry about yesterday. I had to leave for something important.

Chloe (gesturing to the cell phone): Was that what the phone call was about?

Estrella (shaking her head): No, it’s entirely different but just as important.

Chloe: You were crying. Is this about your health?

Estrella: Excuse me!

Chloe: I-I just assumed it was since you were at the doctor’s office yesterday and seemed very uneasy.

Estrella: That was because of Callum.

Chloe: I’m so sorry you had to—

Estrella: It’s fine. You’re not responsible for the things coming out his mouth.

Chloe: I didn’t take his son.

Estrella (reactively looking around): Are you—

Chloe: And I don’t blame you for helping me.

Estrella (taking Chloe’s arm): Let’s go inside.

Oh no! She’s back to talking about the kidnapping. The last thing I need is for Callum to overhear any of what we’re talking about. At least she’s admitting it’s his son and not hers. It’s imperative I debrief with her and find out everything she’s thinking. This could be a trap.  They went inside where Estrella offered her a drink, Chloe simply opting for water. They calmly spoke for an hour which soon carried over into another, Chloe soon ignoring her cell when Allison began ringing it.

AUSTIN AND DRAKE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Drake had just ended his phone conversation with Priscilla, slipped on his shoes, grabbed his car keys, and was about to head out his bedroom when he heard voices. Austin had company, he and Jeremy Dodd were sitting in front of the computer.

Drake: What’s going on?

Jeremy: Good morning, Drake. Austin was just showing me this Facebyte.

Austin (correcting him): It’s Facebook, Jeremy. (to Drake) I was showing him the Los Angeles Outrunners group I made. I was telling him that Facebook is all the rage right now, and I think it will be a useful recruiting tool for new members.

Jeremy: It’s really quite amazing. We had nothing like this in my day.

Drake (smiling): So you came over for a tutorial on Facebook?

Jeremy: Actually, I came over to tell Austin that the S.S. Camaraderie is on board for the fundraiser. I spoke with Callum about a celebrity from the film, and he seems cooperative.

Drake (scoffing): I’d rather go through the agent than use Callum’s pull. (moving toward door) Anyway, Jeremy, enjoy Facebook. It’s quite addictive.

Austin: Where are you going, Babe?

Drake: I was going to a friend’s.

Austin (coming over to him and kissing him): Could you postpone it? I really need your help in the kitchen.

Drake: What?

Austin: I’m doing the meal for the Board meeting over at Mike Kirkland’s.

Drake (sighing): And you want me to prepare it.

Austin (looking at him with puppy eyes): Would you? (getting the affirmative nod and kissing him)

Drake: What’s on the menu?

Austin (handing him a sheet of paper): There you go! You should get to the market, Babe. I know it’ll take some time to cook—

Drake (shouting): Poached salmon! Jasmine rice, caramelized onions, sautéed snap peas, and homemade sorbet! Jesus, Austin! Are we cooking for the President of the USA?

Austin (kissing him): That’s a good one, Babe. Be a doll and have it done by four.

Drake (sighing and reluctantly putting aside his earlier plans): All right.

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, CALIFORNIA

Heath and Bralen sat quietly in front of the desk of the administrator of Shady Palms, an exclusive rehabilitation center in Malibu. Once he had got into the car with Bralen, Heath had given himself over to another fierce bout of crying to which Bralen had offered his shoulder.

Heath: I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Please help me.

Bralen: If I do, you have to promise me you’ll do everything to get better.

That had been around half an hour ago. When they had pulled into the drive of the center, Heath felt a wash of anxiety come over him as he knew the place was the choice of numerous Hollywood celebrities who came for various disorders. Bralen calmed him down, and they went inside for him to register. Heath had spoken with a nurse, divulging much about what had driven him to come there, the woman’s eyebrows slightly rising at the reference to a suicide attempt less than an hour ago. The director of the facility presently sat in front of them, reviewing Heath’s case.

Administrator: Mr. Alcott, you’ve indicated that you wish not to have any contact with the outside whatsoever… no telephone, email, etc.

Heath: I don’t want to hurt anyone or—

Administrator: Yourself.

Heath: I-I know that was wrong. (crying) I just wanted a quick way out. If it wasn’t for—(turning to Bralen) my friend, I-I wouldn’t be here. I’m just scared that I may try something again. (breaking down) I’ve been such an awful person.

Bralen (taking his hand): Heath, they’re going to help you. I was once here during college when I was battling serious depression. The therapists here helped me find my way, and I thank them for leading me in the right direction.

Administrator (looking at forms): Now, Mr. Alcott, you didn’t indicate someone to contact in case of an emergency.

Heath: I don’t—

Bralen (cutting him off): What about Kyle?

Heath (adamantly): I don’t want him to know, and that’s it! Besides you, I don’t want anyone to know about me. I only cause trouble in their lives.

Bralen offered his contact information, and Heath was further briefed on the policies of the center. Bralen soon took his leave, the last image he saw was of Heath being led down the hallway, a look of apprehension on his face.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Callum, Talon, and Enid all arrived home safely two hours after leaving the airport, stopping at a diner in Hollywood as Enid complained of hunger. They had been there thirty minutes when she gave an exclamation.

Enid: Ugh! What is it about this country and their inability to make good tea?

Talon: Love, we’re not at some 5-star establishment.

Enid (holding up teabag): I’m not even certain about this gnat’s piss.

When the food was laid before them, Enid tore into hers with an uncomely voracity that immediately drew Callum’s attention.

Callum: I shouldn’t have to give you a lesson on etiquette.

Enid: I’m sensing a “but” coming…

Callum: But perhaps you could use some reserve.

Enid: Like you and Talon are (looking between them to see them holding hands). I’ll graciously give you two some time alone once we’re home.

Callum: I reckon you’ll be too busy with Edward.

Enid (finishing her meal): How’s my little nephew?

Callum: I’m thinking you can give Inga a break today and look after him.

Enid: What?

Callum: You haven’t anything else to do… or is there something else you have planned? (vehemently raising his hands) Another overdose perhaps?

Talon (placing his hand onto Callum’s): Let’s not get into this here.

Callum: Did you just see her eat her meal like it was the last she was ever going to have? I think the table itself was next on her menu.  She’s clearly hungry from all the marijuana she’s been smoking along with all the other drugs she’s been abusing.

Enid: It’s just recreational. (to Talon) And you promised me you would keep this between us.

Callum: Don’t you dare attack him like that. Talon’s an honorable gentleman who would never keep something so important from me. He’s not that kind of person, especially if what he knew would upset me.

Talon’s face furrowed into an expression of concern. Enid caught a look of it prior to his signaling for the bill, which he paid, and twenty minutes later saw them arriving at the mansion. Callum was feverishly kissing Talon as they went into his bedroom, but even Callum soon saw that there was something pressing on Talon’s mind, for he was not getting excited when Callum titillated a familiar pleasure spot on his neck.

Callum (pulling away): What’s wrong?

Talon: I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. There’s something I need to tell you.

Callum (kissing his neck while his fingers unzip Talon’s trousers): Can it wait another hour?

Talon (pulling away): No, it’s very important.

Callum: There’s actually something I should tell you about what really brought me here to America. You’re absolutely right there shouldn’t be anything between us. I love you, and what I’m about to tell you will deeply unsettle you.

Talon: I know about Nathan, the other man in your life (seeing Callum’s face blanch before his eyes).

Callum: Y-You do?

Talon: Tristan told me about him last night. (realizing his error)

Callum: How dare you mention that bastard’s name! I still can’t believe you slept with him.

Talon: Look it was a one-off. You know that. I love only you.  (seeing a visibly shaken Callum collapse onto the bed) What’s wrong?

Callum: You’re not going to tell Eleanor about him?

Talon: Why would I tell her about Tristan?

Callum (wiping away tears): I was talking about Nathan.

Talon: Why would I do that? I reckon she’d be delighted that you’ve moved on. I don’t know anything about this man. I’ve never met or seen him, although I’m sure he must be a handsome catch. Too bad he’s lost you to me.

Callum (taking a deep sigh at this calming information): There goes that Prescott cockiness.

Talon (seductively coming over to kiss him): You added two unnecessary syllables. (climbing on top of Callum in bed, kissing him as Callum feels Talon’s hard erection)

Callum: I take it you’re postponing your announcement until later.

Talon (suddenly realizing it): You know I love you very much. (pause) I pray to God you’ll forgive me for making a very foolish mistake in the name of love.

Callum: What is it?

Talon: I didn’t exactly come here of my own will. It took some feminine persuasion.

Callum (looking into Talon’s eyes): I know. Enid told me she coaxed you.

Talon: I love you too much to keep up this charade. Enid didn’t exactly convince me. It was—(pausing to sigh) It was someone else who urgently wanted me to come here.

Callum: You’re starting to worry me. You look under a lot—

Talon (blurting out): It was Allison.

Callum: Pardon me?

Talon: Allison convinced me to come here to win you back.

Callum (swallowing the lump in his throat, jerking away from Talon): Allison? (growing angry) You had better be referring to our mutual friend, Allison Goldfrapp.

Talon (rising from bed): I’m afraid not. It was Allison Tr—

Callum: No! You wouldn’t do such—(a glimmer of a tear in his eye)

Talon: She was in London. She said you were lonely.

Callum: She played on your affections, and you were foolish enough to let her.

Talon (reaching for him): Please understand. I needed to be with you. I never—

Callum (jerking away): Wanted me to know how low you had sunk. I’m so glad you told me before you had me as your conquest.

Talon: It’s not like that, Callum.

Callum: Then how the bloody hell is it? You’ve been living in my house, bearing witness to how that woman has treated me. For heaven’s sake, you saw her attack me on the beach, and I told you she pushed me into Peyton’s grave. All this time you remained quiet about your little arrangement with her!

Talon (reaching for him): Please, Callum, let me explain.

Callum (once more jerking away): Don’t you ever touch me. (loudly) How am I supposed to trust you after everything you’ve done? You stalked Gavin and me, you slept with Tristan, and now you tell me you made a pact with my sworn enemy.

Talon: I know it seems I betrayed you, but I do love you. You know that, don’t you?

Callum (moving to the door): Yes, I know. I just can’t bring myself to return the emotion.

Talon (coming to him, his hand presses against the door to prevent it opening): I know you love me.

Callum: And that’s the only thing keeping me from ripping you limb from limb. (forcefully removing Talon’s hands from door) I can’t say I’ll practice the same reserve for someone else. (exiting)

Talon (shouting down the hallway to Callum’s retreating figure): Come back. Where are you going?

Talon already knew the answer.

LAOR SECRETARY MIKE KIRKLAND’S HOME, VENICE BEACH HISTORIC CANAL DISTRICT

Los Angeles Outrunners Secretary Michael Kirkland lived in the historic Venice Beach Canal District, a region of the bohemian city noted for its man-made canals reminiscent of those in the legendary Italian city. His home situated on one of the main canals, he often volunteered it as a locale for Board meetings during the spring and summer months. On this particular evening, his boss and buddy Austin Monroe provided the meal for the occasion with half the Board consuming it—and the other merely picking over it—much to the disappointment of Drake, who had slaved tirelessly preparing it.

The meeting itself was humdrum as usual, but matters soon kicked into high gear when a trial run in Echo Park was approved against Allison’s wishes. Austin assured her that as it was a “trial,” it was not written in stone and may not ultimately underscore her fear that such a move would divide the club. The evening further took on greater excitement at meeting’s end when all present Board members were filing out the front door—which faced the main canal—onto the sidewalk whereupon they saw Callum storming around the corner. Drake immediately jumped to action, confronting him.

Drake: This meeting is for Board members only.

Callum: You’re not on the Board. (pushing past him) Besides, I came here to speak with Allison.

Allison (coming onto the sidewalk): What do you want?

Callum (aggressively coming to her): I came to express my gratitude.

Allison: For what?

Callum: Reuniting me with my loved ones, Enid and Talon. If it weren’t for your quack medical expertise, I may have lost my sister, and as for Talon, well, he never would have come back into my life had you not persuaded him.

Allison (realizing his knowledge of her scheme): I see. Well, I’m happy that all worked out for you. (gesturing to move away) If that’s all…

Callum: No, it isn’t. I wanted to return the favor.

Allison: Excuse me?

Callum (pulling out a folded piece of paper): Since you reunited me with my loved ones, I desired to do likewise for you. (handing her the paper)

Allison (taking it): What’s this? (unfolding it to reveal a notice reading LOST DOG with an image of a scabby mutt and the number to call the family in search of it) Very funny! (crumbling it and throwing it at him)

Callum: I was only being helpful. I’m sure your family has searched every kennel in the city. If I were you, I would come forth to accept your inheritance.

Drake (butting in): What are you talking about?

Callum (to Allison): Didn’t your last owner, Leona Helmsley, leave you a sizable trust? It was in all the news coverage.

Allison: Go home, Callum!

Callum: You shouldn’t talk to me like I’m a child, although children are more perceptive of matters which adults tend to neglect.

Allison (patronizingly): Is that so?

Callum: Yes, like the fact you’re living with a psychopathic child-abductor. Where is she by the way?

Allison: None of your damn business! You just stay the hell away from her.

Callum: You really shouldn’t be worried about me. It’s Estrella that should be your concern. Now that she’s gone muff-diving and had a taste of Chloe’s minge, I’m sure her wanton mouth is watering for more. Why, if I hadn’t caught them yesterday in the hospital café shortly before your rude entrance, I imagine they would’ve been at it on the tabletop.

Drake: You’re one sick bastard, Callum.

Allison: Thanks, Drake. You took the words right out my mouth.

Callum: It’s the truth. I’m surprised you don’t have your bitch on a leash. There’s this slang expression I heard the other day: “bros before hos,” but in Chloe’s case, I’m sure it would be “hos before crows.” She’s probably with Estrella as we speak.

Allison: You just stay away from her.

Callum (getting in her face): And you stay the hell away from my family. If you ever again interfere with anyone close to me, I’ll kill you myself.

Allison: You don’t scare me, Little Boy.

Callum: Is that the best comeback you’ve got? You’ve really lost your zest, but then again you literally are a “sourpuss.” Now that I think of it, perhaps that’s exactly why Chloe’s jumped ship for sweeter pastures. Maybe next time you could try sprinkling some sugar on it. Even I would have a modicum of compassion for Chloe’s taste buds.

Prodigy’s “Firestarter” begins playing as Callum’s right cheek once more felt the familiar sting of Allison’s hand as she dealt him a fierce slap that sent him back a few feet. His hand reactively went to his aching jaw as his eyes filled with the look of murder. He charged for her, knocking her off balance as their bodies slammed against the wooden railing, the force proving too much for it as both their bodies consequentially toppled over it and into the canal. The sound of splashing water was heard as Allison fell headfirst into the murky depths, Callum landing next to her, immediately preventing her from rising. His hands gripped into her hair, yanking on it as her hands latched around his neck. Each struggled for control until she kneed him in the groin, his hands releasing her in tandem with his brief cry of pain.

She began to trudge back to the ladder that would carry her to the sidewalk. Her back to Callum, she hadn’t seen him readying for another round. Everyone else had run to the railing’s edge, beholding the spectacle before them and doing little to quell the battle. It was Drake who at last broke the silence.

Drake: Allison, watch out!

Callum had seized an oar from one of the little boats floating in the water. Weapon in hand, he moved toward Allison, and struck her bottom with it, knocking her back into the water.

Callum (hopping onto her fallen body): You’re not going anywhere!

Allison (coughing up water): Get off me!

Their bodies fell backwards with the force of Callum’s charge. His fingers once more interlaced with the strands of her hair, and he attempted to dunk her head beneath the water’s surface.  The dirty water got into her mouth, which she continued coughing up and spitting out each time Callum’s raised her head from it, her hands flailing in an attempt to free herself from him.

Drake (shouting to Austin and LAOR bystanders): Are you all just gonna watch and do nothing?

Austin (sotto voce): It would suit me just fine if they both drowned.

Drake then rushed to the ladder, climbed down it, and waded over to the warring bodies. Allison had managed to get one of her hands to task, clawing at Callum, her thumb feverishly attempting to gouge his eye, yet he still maintained visual control of the scuffle.

Drake (coming over to them): Leave her alone!

Callum: Back off!

Callum’s available hand issued a harsh strike against Drake’s face, knocking him backwards as his mouth issued a scream that would have awakened the dead. Drake fell into the water, finally prompting Austin to come to the rescue. Caught off guard by the spectacle and sound of Drake’s fall and feminine shriek, Callum didn’t see Allison’s hand as it likewise slapped him, the shock of which ultimately freed her from the rest of his mighty grasp. She motioned over to tend to a fallen Drake.

Callum: I’m not finished with you.

Allison (throwing him a punch that sends him back): I am with you. (going to over to Drake) Are you okay?

Callum had once more seized the oar and was about to crush it upon Allison’s head when Austin interfered, yanking it from Callum. When Callum attempted to rush for her weaponless, Austin’s brawny frame prevented him from making much distance.

Callum: Let go of me!

Austin (after Allison has picked up Drake): Thanks, Allison.

Allison: No problem.

Austin (turning to Callum): What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t the fucking Jerry Springer show. I thought you were supposed to be some gentleman, being from England and all. (shouting) Don’t you know it’s wrong for a man to hit a woman?

Callum (freeing himself from Austin’s grasp): You’re absolutely right this time, Austin. (taking a deep breath to recompose himself, looking shamed by Austin’s words) It was wrong of me to strike a lady. (turning to Drake) Drake, I sincerely apologize for that.

Austin (angrily): You know damn well I meant Allison.

Callum (laughing): She hardly qualifies as a lady. She’s twice the man Drake can ever hope to be.

Allison: You’re a coldhearted bastard.

Callum: And I’m ready for round two whenever you are, Xena. You might want to stock up on Bralen’s juice next time. Consider this a warning, Allison. Meddle with me again, and next time I promise you—

Austin (grabbing his hand): I won’t forget what you did to Drake, you asshole.

Callum: I’m sure a good fuck will set him straight. Both he and Allison are clearly in needful search of cock… Drake—because yours is never available—and well, Allison, because she’s been in search of one since birth. (going over to Allison) I won’t forget about this… and I’ll make sure you don’t, either. (turns to leave, pulling a strand of seaweed from his hair and throwing it back at Allison)

Callum successfully climbed to the top of the ladder and moved toward the assembled group of LAOR spectators. As he was wet from head to toe, his face scarred and covered with mud, debris, and aquatic plants, they all made room for him as none wanted their clothing soiled. Only after he had turned the corner did they offer to help Drake, Austin, and Allison back onto the sidewalk.

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS

Later in the evening, Priscilla rang Drake’s cell to let him know that she had found the DVD, but she caught him at a bad time. Apparently he had been struck by Callum and issued the curt demand for her to destroy the disc, saying that he completely trusted her. She took the DVD into the kitchen, pulled out the hammer, and was about to smash it when she had a sudden thirst for bourbon and went to pour herself a glass. She smashed the DVD after taking a quick sip when the doorbell suddenly rang. She went to open it, glass in hand, only to find Godfrey about to press the button again.

Priscilla: Godfrey! What a surprise! (gesturing for him to come inside) What brings you over?

Godfrey: I desired to see you. I hope I wasn’t too much of a bore last night.

Priscilla: Oh heavens no! You were a proper gentleman. I had a blast, even if I never understood a damn thing they were singing.

Godfrey: It’s more about the emotional experience of the music and spectacle.

Priscilla: Exactly. (brief pause) Where are my manners? Would you like a drink?

Godfrey (hesitantly): Y-Yes. What do you have?

Priscilla: This house is a cornucopia of booze. My son kept it well-stocked as part of his emergency kits in case of an earthquake.

Godfrey (laughing): I’ll have a scotch straight up.

Priscilla (smiling): My kind of man. (turning to go) Isn’t this ironic? I’m getting you the drinks.

Godfrey (laughing): If you’d rather I—

Priscilla: Oh no, you take a seat and make yourself at home.

She hurried into the kitchen, poured his drink, negligent of the mess she left on the countertop, instead opting to dwell on the spell she’s cast over Godrey. She went back into the living room, handing him the drink. it’s time to pump him for more information.

Priscilla: So how’s Callum?

Godfrey: I haven’t seen him today. He rose rather early.

Priscilla: And you decided to play hooky?

Godfrey: He gave me the day off as he knew I would be tired from our evening together.

Priscilla (winking): Hun, you haven’t been tired out yet.

Godfrey: You like to give the impression that you’re a minx, but I think you’re just a pussycat.

Priscilla: You want to test that theory? (pause) Pardon me. I imagine you’re not used to much sexual innuendo.

Godfrey: His Lordship was known to have a ribald sense of humor at times, although his mother Her Ladyship strictly forbade it.

Priscilla: I would never have pegged Callum’s mother as a disciplinarian.

Godfrey: Pardon me for the error. I was referring to Callum’s partner, Lord Gavin Armitage and his mother, Lady Eleanor Armitage. I’m sorry for the confusion.

Priscilla: That’s right. Last night you told me you started out working for his in-laws. So you’ve only known Callum a short time? Since he married into the family? (seeing Godfrey nod) That must have been different when he arrived on the scene.

Godfrey: I quickly became accustomed to him. It’s not my place to judge, but as he made Lord Armitage very happy. I soon took a liking to him, and I have yet to change my opinion.

Priscilla: Why? Because Lord-What’s-His-Name fell in love with him?

Godfrey: You make it sound rather one-sided. I can assure you they both loved each other, and Callum still does to this day.

Priscilla: I’m sure the inheritance had something to do with it.

Godfrey: That’s not what I meant. It appears that you and Lady Armitage share the similar views.

Priscilla (cutting him off): So she doesn’t approve of Callum?

Godfrey: As a son-in-law, no, but in her defense she’s very traditional-minded.

Priscilla (softening): Oh, I see.

Godfrey: It was very difficult for young Gavin to accept his sexuality, especially when his father Lord Armitage had such grand plans for him.

Priscilla: Such as?

Godfrey: Taking his seat in Parliament.

Priscilla (dramatically whistling): Whew! You Brits and your drama! (hearing the doorbell ring)

Godfrey (winking): I’ll get it. (rising and opening the door)

Brendon (surprised): I-Is Priscilla here?

Priscilla (hearing his voice): Brendon? Is that you? Come on in. (rising with his entrance and coming over to him) Brendon, I’m not sure if you’ve met Godfrey.

Brendon (putting out hand): No, I haven’t. (shaking his hand) Pleasure meeting you.

Priscilla: I see you haven’t been invited over to your neighbor’s for cocktails.

Brendon (puzzled): Why is that?

Godfrey: She’s alluding to my profession as—

Priscilla (cutting him off): He’s Callum’s butler.

Brendon (acidulously): What’s he doing here?

Priscilla (coming to him): Excuse us, Godfrey. (pushing Brendon out the room and into the kitchen) What’s got into you? He’s my guest.

Brendon: He’s probably spying for Callum off the clock.

Priscilla: What’s got you in a tizzy? Surely you’re getting some of Nathan, and that’s enough to put a smile on anyone’s face.

Brendon (smiling): You still haven’t lost your pizzazz.  You should know I don’t trust Callum.

Priscilla: Yeah, but can you blame him for trying to get into your man’s pants while you were out of it? Hell, I’ve been trying to do that ever since I met Nathan.

Brendon (laughing): Except you haven’t had your hands all over him like Callum.

Priscilla: That boy does get around. First, Peyton and then Nathan. I gotta give him props for good taste in men.

Brendon: So why are you schmoozing with his butler?

Priscilla: It’s a long story, but know that I share in your distrust of Callum. Anyway, what brings you here? I’m guessing it’s not for a quickie with me.

Brendon (facetiously): If I could only have that honor. (putting his hands on her shoulders) I’ve been thinking a lot about Peyton, and I felt he would have wanted me to come check on you. See how you’re holding up.

Priscilla (caressing his right cheek): I’m fine.

Brendon: Is there anything I can help you with?

Priscilla: There are some boxes in the two guest rooms that need moving to the garage. I’m donating Peyton’s clothes to charity. (starts weeping) It’s hard for me to let go of him this way.

Brendon (cradling her head): I’ll go one step further and put the boxes in the car for you. (kissing the crown of her head)

Priscilla: That’s so sweet of you. I would sit and watch you move those muscles, but I’ve got company. I potentially have a new man interested in me (winking) and what’ve I’ve got.

*

The evocative sound and apropos lyrics of Chicane’s “No Ordinary Morning” closes out the episode over the following scenes:

Justin had come out his room to get something to eat, finding Brendon’s cell phone lying on the kitchen counter. He seized it and rushed outside to use it to dial his friends from Hollycove Prep. He didn’t know how to reach Enid. He was hoping that she would materialize from the ravine. He started pressing numbers on the cell when Nathan came outside, admonishing him that his father had ordered him to stay indoors. Seeing the phone, he took it from Justin, and in their struggle, Justin’s fingers must have hit the call log feature that showed the names of those who had been called, and the one that immediately caught Nathan’s attention was the name VITTORiA.

Nathan: Brendon left me a message saying that he caught you this morning trying to smoke in your room? (gesturing to phone) Were you trying to call her for more drugs? You should know she’s dead.

Justin: I know that, dickhead!

Nathan: Well, she won’t be your supplier anymore. How could you get involved with someone like that—

Justin (cutting him off): Why don’t you ask Brendon? She worked for him.

Nathan: That’s a bunch of bull.

Justin: Is it? Well, Brendon told me himself that she worked for him.

Nathan: I don’t believe you.

Justin: You don’t have to. That’s his phone, Asswipe.  She’s part of his contacts.

Justin then simply walked away, leaving Nathan in a state of disbelief.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, SAME TIME

Callum arrives home, mud all over his body and the inside of his car, his mind beleaguered with pressing thoughts about Talon’s duplicity as well as that of his own. He hated himself for the secret he harbored, the one which had driven him on this mission, the vow he had given his husband Lord Armitage.  Gavin’s secret was tearing him apart inside, particularly as it was on the verge of being uncovered by those dearest to him. Would Talon ever forgive me if he were to find out? And how am I to forgive him for betraying me like this… colluding with Allison? He began crying but the tears did little to wash away the dirt that not only cloaked his body but also his judgment, heart, and soul.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, SAME TIME

Mike Kirkland allowed Allison to use his shower to clean off the mud and filth from the canal. She borrowed some of his clothing, promising to return it. Even though she tried to erase Callum from her mind, it was the spiteful things which he said that had always hung in her mind long after he had left. She knew not to trust anything he said, but it was the remark he had made about Chloe and Estrella still seeing each other that had her presently on edge. She soon found herself driving through West Los Angeles, and ending up in Beverly Hills, turning onto the street where Estrella lived.

She had been trying to reach Chloe all day since Nathan had left their home earlier that morning. When it had come time for the Board meeting, Chloe had sent her a text message to say that she wouldn’t be able to make it there with her. As fate would have it, Allison just now saw Chloe coming out Estrella’s home, at once triggering angered tears from her eyes.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, SAME TIME

Bralen exhaled as he once more entered into Santa Monica later that afternoon, unconsciously making a left turn onto Santa Monica Boulevard. He kept driving as the wind whipped into his face and hair until he at last parked his car in the drive outside Kyle’s home. He was just getting outside his car when he saw Kyle bolting from the house at neck-breaking speed.

Bralen (rushing up to slow him): Hey, Kyle. What’s up?

Kyle (nervously): I can’t talk right now, Bralen.

Bralen: What’s wrong? (suddenly seeing Heath’s note clutched in Kyle’s hand)

Kyle (frantically): It’s Heath. I need to find him. (starting to break down) I-I think he may do something harmful to himself. (pleadingly looking at Bralen) Have you seen him?

It was at that moment Bralen’s mind began thinking that this was his prime opportunity to exact some form of retribution on Heath, the man responsible for the collapse of all his dreams. Heath did agree to not wanting any contact with the outside world, and for no one—especially Kyle—to know he was in rehab. Who am I to disabuse Kyle of what Heath has really done?

Bralen: No, Kyle, I haven’t seen him.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 28: “Double Departure”

Telepopmusik’s “Breathe” opens this episode over the following montages:

Brendon awakens to find the next issue of the Hollycove Tribune on his doorstep, the edition further continuing the story of his shady dealings. His angered mind ruminates his brief meeting yesterday with Kyle, and he knows that soon Nathan will grow suspicious if he reads any of it. He balls up the paper, goes into the kitchen, sets it on fire, and gets rid of the ashes. Even though the action calms him, he knows that it won’t be long before Nathan would begin asking questions.

Justin awakes thinking of Enid and whether he would ever see her again. Enid likewise thinks the same. Each leaves their rooms to go downstairs in their respective homes, one for nourishment and the other for adventure…

Allison awakens to find Chloe sitting near the window, her mind apparently in deep thought. She’s only there when something’s bothering her. I must find a way to reach her and assure her that everything between us will be fine… that I’ll work on my anger and not allow Callum to get the best of me. Allison rises from the bed and goes over to Chloe, placing a hand on her shoulder, stirring the woman from her reverie before giving her a sweet kiss to start the day.

Kyle awakens thinking of Heath and how tormented he had looked last night when he and Tristan had been arguing over his well-being. Kyle had hated leaving Heath there and then not calling back to check on him. His day had been so hectic, and in the present moment, he felt something was terribly amiss. I know something’s not right with Heath.

Heath felt horrible, having slept alone in his room all night. At dawn, he rises from bed and crosses through the apartment over to Tristan’s room, peaking inside to find him and Talon in bed together, Tristan snuggled next to him, their bodies entwined, Tristan’s olive complexion a marked contrast against Talon’s pasty skin tone. Heath knew all had been lost. In that moment, he wanted to end it all, and then he thought to call the one last person who could possibly save him from this…

TWELVE HOURS EARLIER…

Austin had left Drake home to run a few errands, and Drake had tried calling Priscilla to alert her to his current predicament and that he needed to pay her a visit. He was about to leave his house to speak directly with her when he opened the door, finding the daunting presence of Callum on the other side.

Callum: Drake! Just the person I wanted to see.

Drake (inclined to slam the door): What do you want?

Callum (pushing into the house): It’s about your relationship with Priscilla Ashland. She paid me a visit, throwing accusations at me. I know you’ve been feeding her rubbish.

Drake: What I told her about you is the truth!

Callum: Drake, I know that being Austin’s houseboy is no fun, but you mustn’t pass the time telling these hurtful stories to Priscilla.

Drake: Everyone knows you’re a blackmailer. And for the record, I’m Austin’s husband.

Callum: Your “husband” spends the majority of his time on a campaign to depose Brendon whilst you’re left at home with only your hand for companionship. It’s really pathetic, Drake. And to top it off, you can’t find an age-appropriate fag hag. Let’s be honest. Priscilla Ashland would rather spend the day with a flask of liquor than you.

Drake: You insensitive bastard!

Callum: Now that I think of it, why don’t you, Priscilla, and her bottle of booze get together and have a threesome? After she’s sloshed down its contents, then you could have a go at it… just remember go easy on the bottle and be careful. I wouldn’t want you taken to Hollywood Hospital, where Allison would have to operate on you.

Drake:  Callum, you really have a sick, twisted mind, but in any event, I would trust Allison with my life. She knows the right things to do, especially when she tried sending you on your way to hell, pushing you into an open grave! She became my hero that day.

Callum (getting in his face): You’ll need a hero if you persist in spreading lies about me.

Drake: I’m not scared of you, Callum.

Callum: You should be. (turning to go) Carry on with whatever a houseboy—pardon me, husband—does.  As always, Drake, it was a pleasure putting you in your place. Ciao!

When he got home, he found Godfrey preparing for his night out, a handsome smile on his face. He was dressed to the nines and was applying pomade to his hair when Callum entered the room.

Callum (dramatically clearing his throat): Am I looking at Sean Connery?

Godfrey: Am I that striking?

Callum (coming over to adjust his tie):  You will have Priscilla all over you.

Godfrey: She doesn’t strike me as that type of woman.

Callum: You just have a good time.

Godfrey: And pump her for information?

Callum: Tactfully, of course. Where’s Enid?

Godfrey: I believe she’s in her room. Have you contacted your mother?

Callum: That’s one assignment I wish I could pass to you. I’m sure she’s worried sick over Enid’s latest act of rebellion. How she got into the country is beyond me, but one thing’s for certain, and that’s she’s going back home first thing in the morning. I’ve already purchased the ticket.

Godfrey: You should also know that Mr. Prescott is packed. He left about an hour ago. (noticing Callum’s crestfallen face) It’s for the best. He caused more trouble than he was worth.

Callum: I don’t want to talk about this. I’m going to give Enid a piece of my mind, kiss Edward good night, and lie down. Have a good evening and remember… I want details.

He went to Edward’s room, kissed the baby, and then found Enid’s room locked. Just like the old days. He didn’t have the energy to really strike at the door, and consequently went on to his room to sleep.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Kyle had just made it home, having stopped by a fast food restaurant for dinner. He sat down on the couch, flipped on the television to the coverage of the Beijing Olympics and was about to ring Heath when the doorbell rang. It was Bralen, who came inside, his eyes immediately catching the television before Kyle could change the channel.

Bralen: Don’t change it on my part.

Kyle (putting his hands in his pockets): Look, Bralen, I think we need to talk about what happened yesterday.

Bralen: Kyle, I know you have feelings for Heath.

Kyle (adamantly): I love him, Bralen.

Bralen: But he doesn’t love you. Have you forgot what he and Tristan did to you?

Kyle: I know.

Bralen: And you’re willing to forgive him over that?

Kyle: That’s what you do when you love someone.

Bralen: He doesn’t deserve your love.

Kyle: How could you say something like that when you know what he’s been through?

Bralen: Kyle, there are things you don’t know about Heath.

Kyle: Bralen, nothing you can tell me would make me change the way I feel about him.

Bralen (advancing upon him): Come on, Kyle, let’s give “us” a try. See where it might go. I know you enjoyed our fun yesterday.

Kyle (backing away): Bralen, there is no “us.” That was a mistake, and I’m sorry to have led you on.

Bralen: Why are you giving him a second chance when you don’t really know him? He and Tristan were sleeping together behind your back… not to mention what he did to me.

Kyle: I know you’re upset he was sleeping with Tristan when you two were together, but right now I’m not in the mood for this discussion.

Bralen (approaching him): Kyle, I’m sorry. (cautiously placing his hand on Kyle’s shoulder) I just don’t want you to get hurt.

Kyle (sighing): Thanks for looking out for me, but I know that—

Bralen (cutting him off): I’m going to Malibu to clear my head. You have the address if you want to come up.  Take care, Kyle. (turns and leaves)

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, ALLISON’S OFFICE

Allison had finished checking her round of patients. She hadn’t heard from Chloe all day since morning. She had sent her a text message at lunch. I’ll catch her at home. Maybe we can go out or have a nice quiet evening at home. She was about to leave her office when Dr. Shoai tapped on her door.

Allison: Kian! I didn’t know you were still here.

Dr. Shoai: I’ve been here all day, trying to finish up some paperwork. I had—uh—wanted to have a word with you.

Allison: Is this about our next meeting?

Dr. Shoai: Y-Yes. (pause) Allison, I was in the cafeteria this morning. I saw everything.

Allison (swallowing the lump in her throat): Kian, I know what it must have looked like.

Dr. Shoai: I saw you strike him both times, the first one sending him over the top of the table.

Allison (defensively): He was threatening Chloe.

Dr. Shoai: I saw how frightened she was—of your behavior.

Allison: I can’t reach her. I need to explain this to her. (pause) I should have just walked away.

Dr. Shoai: Allison—

Allison: I really need your help, Kian. I don’t know what’s come over me. I don’t want to lose Chloe over this. She’s all I have.  

Dr. Shoai: I know. Why don’t you come round my office on Monday?

Allison (nodding her head): Okay. Thank you again, Kian.

Dr. Shoai: No problem.

BRENDON AND NATHAN’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Brendon was angered by the message he got from Estrella. She was not feeling well, and it would be better if he came to her. The nerve of her, he thought, his own nerves frayed by the sidebar interrogation he had with Kyle shortly before his annoying visit from Austin.

He had just finished calling Estrella when there was a knock on his bedroom door. He initially thought it was Justin as Nathan would have simply entered. He shouted for whomever it was to enter, and to his surprise, it was Kyle.

Brendon: Hi, Kyle. What brings you here?

Kyle: I’m here on “unofficial business.”

Brendon: Is this about the garbage in that tabloid? Surely you don’t—

Kyle (cutting him off): I don’t want to, but I should warn you that the department is planning on an investigation into these allegations.

Brendon: None of them will stick.

Kyle: For your sake, I hope they won’t.

Brendon (detecting something amiss in Kyle’s tone): What’s got you on edge?

Kyle: The other day I got the distinct feeling you were lying about something when I asked if you knew Vittoria Morelli.

Brendon: The woman who killed Peyton.

Kyle: And who put you into a coma.

Brendon: What exactly are you hinting at?

Kyle: She was also a prostitute.

Brendon: And you think she was working for me? Kyle, that’s outrageous.

Kyle: Is it? Whenever I busted her, she would never reveal who was her pimp. She was always too scared to talk.

Brendon: I can’t believe I’m hearing this.

Kyle: It would explain her motive in the attack.

Brendon: Kyle, I wouldn’t expect this out of a friend.

Kyle: I’m doing this mainly for Nate. I don’t want to see him hurt.

Brendon: You think I would purposely hurt Nathan. I love him.

Kyle: Is that why you left him out to dry when your nephew lied?

Brendon: Where is all this animosity coming from?

Kyle (calming down): I’m sorry. It’s just that I’ve been here before… when your partner’s keeping a really big secret from you. I don’t wish that on anyone, most of all Nate.

Brendon: Listen, Kyle, I promise you that not a drop of this is true.

Kyle (approaching him): I pray you’re telling the truth.

Brendon: You have nothing to worry about.

Kyle: If you say so. (turning to go) I’m glad to see that you came to your senses. Nate’s a great guy.

After Kyle had left, Brendon had his run-in with Austin before he got the message from Estrella. As he drove over to her home, his mind was on Kyle’s warning. This could really jeopardize my relationship with Nate, which is why it has to be swept under the rug. How the hell did this get out? I’m not sure how much more I can take of this. Kyle had mentioned Vittoria. She was right never to reference my name otherwise she would have lost everything. But she did lose her life all because of me. I hadn’t given her the gun and bullets, she wouldn’t have killed Peyton. Ironically, he was passing through Beverly Hills when he thought of Peyton. Estrella can wait. He made a sharp turn on the next street, drove up three blocks, and parked in front of Peyton’s home. He got out his car and walked to the front door, ringing the bell. Priscilla opened the door, surprised to see him.

Priscilla: Brendon, what brings you on this side of town? Shouldn’t you be at home with that fine man of yours?

Brendon: I wanted to see you.

Priscilla: Is this a booty call?

Brendon (resisting the urge to laugh): No, it’s—

Priscilla: Because if it is, it’ll have to wait until after my hot date tonight.

Brendon: Where are you going?

Priscilla: To the opera.

Brendon: And who’s the lucky guy? Anyone I know?

Priscilla: Nah! Just another potential conquest.

Brendon (laughing as he places his hand on her shoulder): How are you holding up?

Priscilla (sighing): As best I can. Peyton’s left me with much more than grief. There’s so much that needs to be done.

Brendon: If there’s anything I can do, you promise you’ll let me know.

Priscilla: Of course. I’ll make sure it’s heavy, manual labor so that I can see those big muscles at work.

Brendon (laughing as he hugs her): I’m so sorry. Peyton was such a great guy.

Priscilla (patting his back): I’ve heard him called everything this week. Thanks for your support.

Brendon soon took his leave, and Priscilla’s maternal instincts told her something was amiss with him. The man had something pressing on his mind. He was practically on the verge of tears, and it wasn’t because I wasn’t available for him to bed me. She quickly applied the finishing touches to her face and readied herself for a wonderful evening.

TRISTAN’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, NEXT MORNING (SAME AS BEGINNING OF EPISODE)

Callum had another restless night, although it was not plagued by dreams of Gavin or Talon. He had hoped to get another hour of broken sleep when he looked at the clock, seeing it was seven; however, his phone rang with an urgent message that sent him over to West Hollywood. He didn’t even have to knock on the apartment door as it was wide open, Heath rushing to him the minute he saw him.

Callum: Heathcliff, this had better be an emergency. You sounded awful over the phone.

Heath: I didn’t know who else to call.

Callum: What’s wrong?

Heath: Shhh! (gesturing to the other room) It’s Tristan. He’s—

Callum: Sleeping—

Heath (finishing for him): With someone else. (guiding Callum over to the couch)

Callum: With whom?

Heath (on the verge of tears): I knew this would happen.

Callum: Have you been working on your oral sex techniques? I hear Bralen is very good at these things. (pause) He didn’t go back to Bralen, did he?

Heath: No, it’s someone else. I don’t know who.

Callum: Most likely some whore off the street.

At that moment, Talon stepped out Tristan’s room, almost zombie-like and crossed to the bathroom. Callum had his back to him, and thus neither saw the other. Heath was the only person to have seen him.

Callum: So what do you want me to do about it? I can’t make the man fall in love with you.

Heath (placing his head in his hands): I know. I brought this all on myself. (starts crying)

Callum (rising, coming over to him): Heath, what’s wrong? You’re taking this very hard.

At that moment, Talon exited the bathroom door and began crossing the common room, prompting Callum to look up and see him, their eyes locking.

Callum (surprised): Talon?

Talon: Callum?

Heath: You know each other?

Callum: What are you doing here? I thought you were heading back to London.

Heath: He had a change of plans. He’s going to Italy… with Tristan! I overheard them making plans last night.

Callum (a look of complete astonishment on his face): What the—how could you—(coming over to him) do this to me—to us?

He suddenly looked over to Tristan’s room, saw the door ajar, and rushed to it, pushing it open. He saw Tristan, lying in bed asleep, Talon’s luggage over in the corner. He saw a glass vase with flowers, seized it, and threw it against the farthest wall, the glass breaking in all directions as the sound awakened Tristan.

Callum: You bastard!

Tristan (awaking and stretching himself in bed): Callum, thanks for waking me. I didn’t want to oversleep.

Talon (rushing to the door upon hearing the sound): What the bloody hell!

Callum (to Tristan): I could kill you right now.

Tristan rose from the bed, fully nude, his body and cock a display of infinite beauty. Both Heath and Talon stared at its phallic majesty, locked in awe over what it was capable of doing to their bodies. Callum was so inflamed with rage that as he saw a sizable glass fragment on the floor, the only thought in his mind was giving Tristan an emergency circumcision. At that moment, Tristan took a pair of boxers and slipped into them.

Callum: You filthy piece of shit!

Talon (coming into the room, confronting Callum): That’s it. I’ve grown tired of you threatening and insulting people at every chance you get. You’re not the man I fell in love with.

Callum: And neither are you! I thought you were a gentleman, a man of tastes… not someone who sleeps with (looking at Tristan) a whore!

Talon: I’ve forgotten, Callum, if that’s one notch above or below you.

Callum (balking at the unexpected remark): How could you—lie down with dogs, get up with fleas—or in Tristan’s case, crabs.

Talon (grabbing Callum’s hand, jerking him out into the living room): That’s it! We need to talk.

Callum (once they’ve found some privacy): What’s got into you… besides the obvious!

Talon: Spare me your crass humor.

Callum: I never would have done this.

Talon: Done what? Sleep with another man? Too late, you’ve already done that.

Callum: You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?

Talon: Am I detecting a note of jealousy? Why are you reacting this way? You threw me out, remember?

Callum: But I didn’t send you over here to hop into bed with that louse. Where did you find him? On the street corner?

Talon: Where is all this venom coming from?

Callum (tears in his eyes): is it true?

Talon: What?

Callum: Are you going to Italy with him?

Talon (seeing the tears in Callum’s eyes): It’s not what you think. He’s going home to see his family and wanted me—(coming over to hold Callum, who backs away from him) Look, I won’t go if that’s what you want. It’s your call.

Callum (seeing Tristan, bare-chested, coming into the room): Don’t be daft, Talon. You’re an adult. Do what you want. I honestly don’t give a damn.

Tristan (to Talon): I’m leaving for the airport in thirty.

Talon: Thanks, mate. (looking to Callum) Could you give us just a few more minutes alone?

Tristan: Okay. (turning to see Heath, pain on his face)

He crosses to Heath, gently taking him by the arm, and guiding him into the bedroom at the same time as Callum rushes out the apartment, Talon attempting to follow him, but Talon realizes it’s futile as he’s half-dressed, and propriety mandates he not go outside in that manner.

Heath (sniffling and wiping eyes): So you’re going to Italy with him? What’s that all about?

Tristan: Look, Babe, it was supposed to be you, but you’ve been acting strange lately. I’m going to Vittoria’s funeral. I need to be there for her mother.

Heath (pleadingly): I need you here with me.

Tristan: Don’t make me choose. (pause) Isn’t that what you have Kyle for?

Heath: Tristan, please don’t—this isn’t about him.

Tristan: The hell it isn’t. You’re seeing him behind my back.

Heath: So what? (pointing to Talon) Your night with him was payback for what you think I’m doing with Kyle. (starting to move toward door)

Tristan: I’m not stupid, Heath. I know what you’re doing.

Heath (opening the door): You don’t know shit! (exits the apartment)

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Enid had navigated through the little ravine, trespassing onto the property again. She looked up at the window on the second floor, knowing that it was Justin’s room. She had taken a quick trip back that past evening and had seen him in the window. It was now still early in the morning, and she had been thinking about him. She took a pebble from the ground and threw at the window. Hearing the tapping, Justin soon came to it. The moment his head looked out the window and made contact with her beautiful eyes, Estelle’s “American Boy” begins playing in the background.

Justin (trying not to shout): What are you doing here?

Enid (beckoning): Come on down!

Justin: I can’t. I’m still grounded.

Enid (noticing the trellis): Then I’m coming up. (her tomboy instincts kicking in, she begins climbing)

Justin (once she makes it through his window): Are you crazy?

Enid: What? You didn’t think I was could do it. I’m into rock climbing so this was a breeze. (picking up his mp3 player) So I guess you’re still grounded? For how long?

He couldn’t tell her the real answer that he was due to be shipped out in a few more days. He snatched back his mp3 player and attempted to change the subject.

Justin: So will you be going to Hollycove Prep?

Enid: What’s that?

Justin (he sits on the bed): The high school.

Enid: I’m finished with high school. I’m going to uni.

Justin: What’s that?

Enid: Enough talk about school! Will you be free to go to another rave tomorrow night? (pulling out a flyer from her pocket) It’s in some place called Arcadia. It’d be cool if you came with me.

Justin (hesitantly): Uh—I—I—really can’t make it.

Enid (sitting on bed next to him): You’re no fun.

Justin (sighing): I know. It sucks.

Enid: Luckily for you, I always bring fun with me. (pulling out a small bag of pot from her pocket)

Justin: Shit! Dude, we can’t smoke that in here!

Enid: Why not? It’s your room.

Justin: If my dad smells it—

Enid: You’ve got the window open. He won’t.

Justin: Nah! I’m already in too much shit.

Enid (flicking on her lighter): Well, if you don’t wish to join me.

Justin (reactively snatching the lighter and joint away from her): Didn’t you hear me?

She smiled coyly at him as he walked away, his back to her. She then grabbed a pillow and threw it at him. He turned around, a smile on his face. He seized the pillow, balled it, and threw it back at her. She unleashed a brief squeal before taking the other pillow and charging at him. He pushed back into her, and she fell onto the bed. She laughed at him. He grabbed another pillow and struck at her again, her laughter increasing tenfold.

Justin: Shhh!

Enid: Whatever you say. (seizing the pillow and throwing it back at him)

Justin: You! (playfully pouncing on her)

Enid (pushing him away): I think I won this one.

Justin: Yeah, right! (throwing another pillow at him)

She ducked, the pillow hit the bedside lamp and fell to the floor. Moments later, they both heard footsteps, Enid catching a brief look of panic in Justin’s face as they heard a man’s deep voice.

Brendon (through the door): Justin, what’s going on in there?

Justin (to Enid): Quick! Hide!

Just as Brendon enters the room, Enid had dexterously slipped under the bed. Brendon saw the room in partial disarray, pillows on the floor and the fallen lamp.

Brendon (angrily): What were you doing? Trying to trash this room like you did the last one?

Justin: No, I was—uh—moving the bed.

Brendon (coming over to pick up lamp): Well, you should be packing. What the hell is this? (picking up joint)

Justin (caught off guard): It-It’s not—

Brendon (crossly): it’s not what? Not yours? Didn’t you hear me the other night? I won’t have you bringing any drugs in this house.

Justin: Well, I guess you won’t have to worry about that much longer, huh?

Brendon: Where’s the rest of your stash? (going to the closet to rifle through it as Enid peeks out from the bed to see Brendon, ducks her head back under it)

Justin (panicking): Look, Brendon, it was the last one. I swear. I don’t have any left.

Brendon: You had better be telling the truth. Now, get this room cleaned up.

Once he left the room and Justin had closed the door, Enid crawled from under the bed.

Enid: That was close.

Justin: I think you should go.

Enid: Is this because your dad found the puff and went mental?

Justin: I said leave!

Enid: All right! You don’t have to shout.

She climbed through the window and down the trellis. Justin looked at her retreating figure in the distance, an expression of sadness upon his face. Maybe it’s for the best. I’ll be gone soon anyway, and then she’ll forget about me.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MINUTES LATER

Enid came home from one angry boy to one infuriated man.

Callum: Where have you been?

Enid: What’s it to you? I was taking a walk.

Callum: I hope you enjoyed it because you’re leaving for home this evening.

Enid: What?

Callum: You heard me. The ticket’s already been purchased. You’ll be arriving in Heathrow around—

Enid: I’m not going back home.

Callum: You can’t stay here.

Enid: Why not? You’ve got plenty of room.

Callum: For starters, I’ll be leaving for Manchester soon, and I’m not leaving you alone to get into trouble.

Enid: I can take care of myself.

Callum: Like you did the other night?

Enid: I told you.  It was just—

Callum: I don’t care what you say! Whatever you took was illegal, not to mention you’re underage! I can’t believe I have a smackhead for a sister.

Enid: I don’t have to stand here and listen to this.

Callum: Which is precisely why you’re going home!

Enid: Look, I’m sorry. Isn’t that what you want to hear? Yes, I made a mistake. Haven’t you ever made any stupid mistakes?

Callum (softening): I’ve made several but nothing like yours. I know this is just your last teenage act of rebellion before you’re off to university—which is another reason for you to go back. Term starts soon.

Enid: I’m not going to Oxford.

Callum: Mum said you were accepted.

Enid: I was, but I’m thinking of going somewhere else.

Callum: Where else? Cambridge? I can’t say Father shall be proud of your breaking with tradition.

Enid: I’m going to university here in Los Angeles.

Callum (laughing):  I wasn’t aware this city had any academic credibility.

Enid: I’m thinking of going to USC.

Callum: Where?

Enid: The University of Southern California. It purportedly has the largest amount of British exchange students in American universities. I was accepted, and I’m—

Callum (cutting her off): Does Mum know about this?

Enid: N-Not exactly, but I’m sure she’ll accept the idea once she knows I’ll be staying here with you.

Callum: Absolutely not! You can’t stay here in Los Angeles.

Enid: Why not?

Callum: It’s too far from home.

Enid: I can take care of myself, Callum. You should know I’m an adult now.

Callum: Why? Because a few drops of blood fall from between your legs and you suddenly think you can take on the world. The last time that happened to a woman we ended up with Maggie Thatcher as Prime Minister. And just exactly how do you intend on paying for this little change of plan?

Enid: Nana’s inheritance.

Callum: What? I never heard anything about that. She promised me—

Enid (cutting him off): She changed her will once you married a multimillionaire. She left me everything.

Callum (dramatically laughing at the irony): Well, you still can’t stay here.

Enid: Why can’t I? It’s not like I see you. You’re my only sibling, and I can’t stay there with Mum and Dad, encroaching on my freedom… always checking in on me. I want to be somewhere else. I miss you. (starts crying) We nearly lost you last week.

Callum (coming over to comfort her): There! There! I’m fine. I could wring Talon’s neck for scaring you and the family.

Enid (through teary eyes): He did the right thing.

Callum (sighing): You and he were always close.

Enid (sniffling): Where is he? I was hoping to speak with him. His hotel isn’t too far from here? (feeling Callum pull away from her) Will he be coming round later?

Callum (solemnly): No, he won’t.

Enid (sensing something): Did something happen between you two?

Callum (his back to her): We came to an understanding.

Enid: That you belong together?

Callum (swiftly turning to face her): That ship sailed away several years ago. I wish you’d drop that foolish sentiment that he and I are soul mates.

Enid: But you are! He really loves you. Don’t you remember how he helped you to come out to Mum and Dad? You were so scared, but he was there for you.

Callum: That was a long time ago, Enid. That was when Mum was still mourning over Princess Di.

Enid: And Talon told her that the nation had lost a princess, but she had just gained a queen of her own.

Callum (cracking a smile): I think she warmed to his sense of humor, and as I recall it, he bribed you with chocolates.

Enid: You know I convinced him to come here to Los Angeles.

Callum (surprised): What?

Enid: A few weeks ago he cryptically told me that someone desired for him to come to Los Angeles, and he wanted my opinion if he should come.  I told him he shouldn’t give up on his first love. (walking over to him) And neither should you.

Callum: You should stay out of this. It doesn’t concern you.

Enid: Do you remember when you and Talon had first begun dating, and I had foolishly asked if I could be the flower girl at your wedding?

Callum: You were only what? Seven? Eight?

Enid: Even then I could tell you two really loved each other. Why did you leave him for Gavin?

Callum: It’s too complicated. You wouldn’t understand. I loved Gavin. We connected on so many different levels.

Enid (goading him): And what about Talon?

Callum: I loved them both, Enid. It was difficult for me to settle for Gavin, but he made me happy.

Enid (coming face to face with him): Callum, Gavin is gone. He’s not in the way of you and Talon.

Callum: But he is. I made a promise to him.

Enid (placing her hands on his shoulders): Do you want to be with Talon?

Callum (teary-eyed): This is—

Enid (leveling his chin so that their eyes meet): Don’t lie to me. You’re my big brother, and I only want you to be happy. Now do you want to be—

Callum (not waiting for her to finish): Yes, I do.

Enid: Then let him know! Go to his hotel and tell—

Callum (moving from her): Bloody hell!

Enid: What is it?

Callum (grabbing his car keys): He’s not at a hotel. He’s at the airport.

Enid: What are you waiting for? Let’s go. I’ll drive (trying to take the keys from Callum)

Callum: Nice one, sis, but there’s not a chance in hell you’re getting behind the wheel.

She smiled, kissed him, and they both hurriedly left the house.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Heath returned home to find the apartment empty, having looked in Tristan’s room. He had already left for the airport.  Heath sat on the couch and pulled his legs to his chest. He began crying, once more consumed with anguish over the mess his life had become. He was angry with himself for not telling Tristan the truth.  He felt he had nothing left now. There was a knock at the door. He went to open it, finding Kyle on the other side, immediately throwing his arms around him and not wanting to let go.

Kyle: Heath, what is it?

Heath: Tr-Tristan.

Kyle: Did he do something to you? (pulling away and angrily going in search of Tristan) Where is he?

Heath: H-He’s gone.

Kyle (coming back to him): If he’s hurt you, I’ll break his—

Heath: He’s gone to Italy.

Kyle: What?

Heath: Vittoria’s funeral.

Kyle: And he just left you here? In your condition?

Heath: Kyle?

Kyle: Yes?

Heath: Nothing. I-I just—(begins crying)

Kyle (cradling him): It’s okay. I’m here now.

Heath: I don’t deserve this. There’s something you should know. It’s about Bralen.

Kyle (sighing as he sits on the couch, his butt hitting the remote lying on the cushion, turning on the TV): He told you what happened between us.

Heath: What?

Kyle: Look, Heath, it was a mistake, and I stopped it before it got too far.

Heath (shocked): You two—

Kyle: Bralen and I—

Heath: Don’t, I—(pause) don’t need to hear it.

Kyle: Heath, I need for you to know that I still love you. I would never do anything to hurt you.

Heath: You’re in love with someone else… the old me. You don’t know the real me.

Kyle: I’ve forgiven you, Heath.

Heath: I can’t forgive myself. I’ve ruined so many lives.

Kyle: Why are you talking like this? (he suddenly gets an urgent buzz on his pager ) Heath, I-I have to go. (scratching his head) Why don’t you come with me to the station? I don’t want to leave you alone.

Heath: I’m fine. I’ll be okay.

Kyle: Are you sure?

Heath: Yeah.

Kyle (coming over to kiss him): Call me if anything happens. I’ll be here as fast as I can.

Their conversation had drowned out the sound of the television, but once Kyle had left, Heath sat back down on the couch, his eyes drawn to the screen. There was coverage of the Beijing Olympics. The athletes were competing for their respective countries, the cheers of the crowd an audible form of encouragement. Bralen should be there, but he’s not there because of me. Tristan should be here with me instead of with that guy, but he’s only with him because I couldn’t tell him the truth—which if I did would have only spelled the end of our relationship. And now Bralen is with Kyle. He obviously hasn’t told him the full truth, but once he does, Kyle will hate me for what I did, and then I’ll have no one else left. Everyone hates me. I’m all alone.

It was at that moment he knew what had to be done. With fresh tears in his eyes, he thought back to last night as he rose and solemnly walked into the bedroom.

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ

Allison and Chloe sat at the breakfast table, Chloe having barely touched her food. Allison could tell that something was wrong.

Allison: Chloe, I’m really sorry about yesterday. You shouldn’t have seen any of that.

Chloe (taking a sip of juice): It’s okay. You’ve apologized enough already.

Allison: Then what’s wrong? You seem so distant. You know I can read you like a book. (coming over to kiss her)

Chloe was shaken over what had happened, but her mind was on Estrella. There was something amiss with her, and the way she had abruptly left the hospital yesterday, although I’m sure Callum was the catalyst. Thank goodness Allison hadn’t seen the two of us together.

Chloe: I would like for us to just spend the day together. You know… just like old times.

Allison: We could go the park (noticing Chloe’s reaction). I didn’t mean Griffith Park. Why don’t you come with me to Venice later today? There’s a Board meeting there, and afterwards we could watch the sunset on the beach.

Chloe: Sounds good to me. (looking into Allison’s eyes) Thanks for giving us another try.

Allison (kissing her): Where would I be without you?

The doorbell rang, and Allison left the kitchen to answer it. Soon, Chloe hears Allison say the name “Nathan” and has an uneasy reaction to it.

ONE HOUR EARLIER…

Nathan, a determined expression on his face, approached Brendon.

Brendon: I wish you would stop avoiding me.

Nathan: And I wish you would tell me the truth (throwing the tabloid at him).

Brendon: Surely you don’t believe the garbage they’re printing.

Nathan: You told Kyle that you didn’t know this Vittoria woman.

Brendon (adamantly): I don’t.

Nathan: According to this (gesturing to the tabloid) she “worked” for you. You were her pimp.

Brendon: That’s a—

Nathan: Brendon, this is the same woman who attacked us in the park. She’s the reason you have that gash on the side of your head… the reason you were in a coma.

Brendon: I know!

Nathan: Did you know that before Kyle told us?

Brendon: Why are you questioning me like this?

Nathan: Because if what this rag says is true, then she had a pretty good motive for doing what she did.

Brendon (coming to him): Calm down, Nathan. This is a bunch of bullshit, and you know it.

Nathan: Is it? You said you didn’t know her. So why was she an extra in one of your films?

Brendon: Nathan, I’m a producer, not a casting director. How am I supposed to—

Nathan (cutting him off): Brendon, I can’t do this. I won’t be lied to after everything I’ve been through with Justin.

Brendon: Nate, you have to believe me.

Nathan (a tear coming into his eye): I don’t even know if I can trust you. (turns and walks away)

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, MORNING

Priscilla rose at dawn and made herself a steaming pot of black coffee.  She turned on the television to a cable channel to watch continued coverage of the Beijing Olympics, instantly thinking of Bralen. Now that the Games are in full swing, I hope he’s fine. I know his parents aren’t here, and he needs all the support he can get.  He looked somewhat chipper yesterday at lunch, talking about his new love interest. I hope it works out with whoever it is. I just hope it’s not my Sweet Cheeks Drake. At that moment the phone rang.

Priscilla: Speak of the devil. I was just thinking of you.

Drake (urgently): Why haven’t you been checking your messages? Don’t you know I’ve been trying to reach you?

Priscilla: I’ve been busy with lunch appointments, and well, last night I was on a date.

Drake: I need to see you. There’s a problem.

Priscilla: What now?

Drake: You gave me the wrong DVD.

Priscilla: You were in more than one DVD? You really get around, Sweet Cheeks.

Drake: No, you put the wrong DVD in the wrong case.

Priscilla: How am I supposed to remember all that? I saw like five porn movies that night.

Drake: That’s really cringeworthy, Priscilla.

Priscilla: We all have our vices, Drake. Mine is seeing naked men. Yours is fucking them.

Drake: Hey, if I wanted to hear that, I’d speak with Callum.

Priscilla: Don’t get me confused with him. What is it you want me to do?

Drake: Are those DVDs still there?

Priscilla: Yes.

Drake: Don’t move anything. I’ll be over there as soon as I can.

Priscilla: You better hurry. I have an appointment at the spa. I’m getting a massage from Jose, and he always gets me warm and tingly inside.

Drake: TMI!

Priscilla (hearing the dial tone): What the hell does that mean? (slamming down phone)

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, SAME TIME

Estrella had an interesting night, talking to Brendon, attempting to assuage his anxieties, reminding him that as long as the tabloid didn’t have any proof, he was in the clear. She hadn’t got much sleep as result of the other pressing matter. She had been debating on which course of action to take. While a child would definitely be an inconvenience at this time in her life, her strict Catholic background prevented her from even thinking of an abortion. She had been debating how to break the shocking news to Tristan. I have to tell him. I know he won’t believe me, but he was the last man I was intimate with.  She stepped outside her home, the sunlight pouring down onto her beautiful figure. She dialed his cell phone, and he tersely answered it.

Tristan: What is it?

Estrella: I need to see you. It’s something important.

Tristan: Can it wait?

Estrella: Not really.

Tristan: It’ll have to. I’m about to board a plane.

Estrella: Where are you going?

Tristan: Home for Vittoria’s funeral. Sorry, Estrella, they just called our seats. Gotta go!

Estrella heard the dial tone and frantically ran her hands through her hair. At the same time, Tristan and Talon had risen from their seats and moved to the airline representative to hand her their boarding passes.

RODRIGO’S APARTMENT, HOLLYWOOD, SAME TIME

Rodrigo ran his fingers through all the money in the briefcase. One million dollars! The ransom for the return of Callum’s son. He was still trying to figure out what to do with the money. Return it? Or spend it? There came a knock at the door. He covered the briefcase with a blanket and went to open the door. There was a tall man standing in the doorway. Rodrigo thought he knew him. The man seemed to know his name.

Brendon: Rodrigo Caldozar?

Rodrigo: What’s it to you?

Brendon’s hands reached out, grasped around Rodrigo’s neck, and he pushed himself into the apartment, making sure to close the door behind him with the dexterous use of his heel.

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Eve 6’s “Here’s to the Night” closes out this episode as the image of Heath’s hand placing a letter on Tristan’s bed fades into that of him placing a similar letter on Kyle’s bed in their old home. He used the spare key to enter the place, making sure that Kyle was not there when he entered. He intended for it to be quick… leave the letter and get to his final destination, but knowing that this was to be his last time ever in his old home, he burst into tears. Kyle still had the photo album lying on the coffee table, and he couldn’t resist looking through it, smiling through fresh tears at the wonderful memories they had shared.

I do love you, Kyle, but you’re in love with the wrong person. You’d be disgusted with the things I’ve done. I’m no good for you. Rising from the table, he likewise couldn’t resist going into the kitchen, an area with which he had become quite familiar in this place.  He opened the refrigerator to see that the contents inside were starting to mold. He looked at the countertops to see remnants of fast food takeout. Heath’s first impulse was to clean everything, but he didn’t want to leave any sign of his being there aside from the letter. Oh, Kyle, where would you be without me? Tears came to his eyes as he rushed from the place, closing the door behind him.

Half an hour later saw him leaving Bralen’s place in Santa Monica, having left a letter in his mailbox. He had explained everything in all of them. Kyle, Bralen, and Tristan would all know the truth of what he had done to wreck all their lives. All secrets now revealed in print, his conscience felt somewhat clear.

He reached his final destination another hour half later in Malibu. It appeared that no one was around, and he allowed himself to ponder his final thoughts. Hopefully, everyone will understand what I had to do for atonement. Not that it would matter. He looked at the water. The ocean looked peaceful and inviting from the bluff. He looked over the edge and saw the sharp rocks below. It’ll all be over before I know it. Stepping to the edge, he prepared to jump.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 27: “Under Pressure”

Kyle Minogue’s “On a Night like This” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ry0eJ054crM) opens this episode as Lord Gavin Armitage crosses to the Jacuzzi in his hotel penthouse, his husband Callum Sutcliffe already luxuriating in the water. He smelled the scented oils and saw the layer of rose petals that were scattered upon the water’s surface, floating all around Callum whom he had just married in an elaborate ceremony in Brussels nearly a full day before. They had just arrived in Sydney on their honeymoon, the interminable flight having done little to zap either of sexual energy.

He looked at Callum with the hungriest of eyes as he got into the water and came over to him, kissing his lips with the sweetest passion. Callum felt Gavin’s hands move from the top of his shoulders, down the outline of his back and over his sides until they submerged under the water to rest around the firmness of his buttocks.

Gavin: You’re officially mine now.

Callum (kissing him): I’ve always been yours.

Gavin (his lips pulling from Callum’s): You make me so happy. I love you so much. (kissing his lips) So have you thought about taking my name?

Callum: Why don’t you just “take” me right now?

It was then that Gavin came at him with fiercest desire, feeling his warm mouth upon his skin, Gavin’s tongue and teeth working in unison to seemingly titillate and pleasure every part of Callum’s body.  Feeling him nip at his neck, Callum ran his fingers through Gavin’s hair as the man’s mouth found its way to his nipple, his teeth now tugging on it, prompting a short shriek to escape Callum’s lips. Pulling their mouths apart, Callum looked once more into his husband’s eyes before lowering his body entirely below the water’s surface, the crown of his head disappearing beneath a sea of bobbing rose petals.

Gavin: What are you—ohhhh!

His question was cut short by the unmistakable warmth of his husband’s mouth wrapping around his cock and ardently sucking on it. You’re mad, but oh how I love you, Callum Sutcliffe Armitage! You’re absolutely unbelievable. Gavin then saw Callum’s hand burst from the surface to touch his exposed chest, his fingertips running down the muscular surface of Gavin’s abs.

Gavin (laughing): You’re eventually going to have to come up for air!

Callum (his head and body breaking the surface, shaking his body as water drops go everywhere): How did you like that?

Gavin (laughing): I can’t wait to go snorkeling with you tomorrow.

Callum (playfully hitting him): I was expecting something else.

Gavin (his hands back at task to roaming over Callum’s body): Like what? Like—this—

Callum released a moan as he felt Gavin enter him, pulling his body closer. Their mouths connected as their eyes locked, sweeping them into a world where it was only the two of them. Callum’s arms looped around Gavin’s neck, and they lovingly embraced as Callum felt his husband deliver him a zealous thrust of excitement before feeling the change in temperature as his body was risen from the water, Gavin still holding him as he carried him to the bed.

Lying him down on the bed, not once mindful of what the water from their bodies would do to the priceless linen of the bedspread, Gavin got on top of Callum, whose hands cradled his head when they shared another soft kiss.

Gavin: I love you.

Callum: I love you, too.

Feeling more comfortable on top of the softness of the bed, Callum again felt his husband enter him. Mild pain registered but was soon allayed when Gavin’s soft lips kissed him. Both Gavin’s hands interlaced with Callum’s, stretching out as far as they both could, and Callum felt the weight of Gavin pinning him into the bed as the man’s lower body muscles took charge as they worked to drive his passion further into Callum.

Gavin (noticing Callum exhaling deeply and the beginning of tears in his eyes): Are you okay? Am I too—

Callum: N-No. I-I’m just so—

Gavin (planting his mouth upon Callum’s, kissing him): I love you so much. I don’t ever want us apart.

Callum freed his arms from Gavin’s so that he could wrap them around his husband’s body. He looked deeply into Gavin’s eyes and saw sincere love in them. He couldn’t hold back his emotions any further and began full fledged crying. What have I done? Not more than a day has passed since I was in this very position with Talon, looking down into my eyes.  I broke his heart going through with the ceremony, but I love them both equally.

Gavin (taking notice): I’m hurting you. (pulling away and lying onto his side): Either that or you’re playing the virgin bride, which I know you’re not (winking). I know it’s been a while since we—

Callum (through tears): Take me now.

I have to move on! I’ve made my decision, and it would be wrong to Gavin not to give him what he deserves, and that’s all my love and devotion. I have to put Talon behind me. What we shared was magical, but it can’t happen again.

Gavin: Are you sure? You’re—

Callum: Yes, I’m sure. I’m just overly emotional. I want to be with you as much as you—(suddenly feeling Gavin’s mouth back upon his, the passion fully ignited)

He felt Gavin’s body once more resume its mission, and he gave himself over entirely to his husband, their honeymoon launched by this passionate union. When Gavin’s groans had reached their fevered pitch and Callum could likewise feel his body reaching its zenith, they both surrendered to their orgasms, Gavin’s head falling onto Callum’s chest, his body completely spent as Callum’s hand lovingly cradled it, his fingertips perched into Gavin’s hair.

Gavin (panting): I love you.

Callum: I love you, Ta—(catching himself) too… I love you, too.

Gavin raised his head from Callum’s chest to give him another kiss. Callum closed his eyes, wanting to be lost in the moment forever, but as he opened them when the lips pulled away, he saw the face of Talon.

The shock of the dream stirred him awake, catapulting him from the bed to go in search of Talon. He looked at the clock. It was past midnight, and Talon was not in his room. He consequently checked Edward’s room, finding the baby sound asleep but still no sign of Talon. He did however find Godfrey outside on the verandah, enjoying a cigar.

Callum (coming outside): What on earth are you doing up so late?

Godfrey: I was just taking a breather. Mrs. Ashland just left.

Callum: What the—

Godfrey: That woman is quite the talker.

Callum: Why didn’t you just send her on her way with our cheapest bottle of booze? You needn’t have spent all this time talking to her.

Godfrey: The woman is mourning. I thought she could use my company.

Callum: That’s why I suggested the alcohol.

Godfrey: You make her out to be some town drunk. She’s rather a respectable woman, well-versed, traveled, and cultured. Did you know she was once an understudy to Ethel Merman?

Callum: She told me Debby Reynolds. Oh well, no matter! Peyton foolishly left Edward a sizable portion of his estate, and I believe she’s starting to suspect something.

Godfrey: So should I cancel our date to the opera?

Callum: Pardon?

Godfrey: She invited me to accompany her to the opera. She’s got season tickets.

Callum: Perhaps you shouldn’t go. (pause) On second thought, you may be able to uncover what she knows or think she knows. This might be beneficial.

Godfrey: Am I to take it that you’re pimping me out to Mrs. Ashland?

Callum: That’s more Brendon’s M.O. You’re just going out with a lady in her prime. Just keep your ears open.

Godfrey: As you wish, my Lord.

Callum (sitting down beside him): I do expect you to have some fun. You hardly ever leave the house.

Godfrey: What has you up at this hour?

Callum: I had another unsettling dream about Gavin.

Godfrey: You miss him very much, and it certainly isn’t helping that Mr. Prescott lives under your roof in the room next to yours.

Callum: Gavin is probably turning in his grave over the present living arrangements.

Godfrey: How are you going to handle Mr. Prescott? He’s undoubtedly getting too close to the truth.

Callum (rising): Leave Talon to me. He’s got much explaining to do. Good night, Godfrey.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

Kyle made it over to Tristan’s apartment as soon as he could, tempted to use his police siren device on the car, but he made it there in less than ten minutes. The door was open, and he pushed inside to find Heath, lying on the floor, surrounded by blood and broken glass. Rushing to him, he took Heath into his arms against Heath’s mindful pleas about his coming into contact with the blood.

Kyle: I don’t care about that. What happened?

Heath (crying into Kyle’s chest): I-I—

Kyle (not waiting for an answer): Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.

He took him into the bathroom and washed the wounds, Heath immediately thinking back to the last time this similar incident occurred. Of course then afterwards we had made love, and Kyle had marriage on his mind. After dressing the wound, Kyle had Heath lie on the couch as he swept up the glass, placing it in the bin before sitting down next to him on the couch. Heath leaned his head against Kyle’s shoulder, and they watched television together for an hour before Heath fell asleep. Kyle didn’t dare move, not wanting to awaken him so he stayed in the same position for the next several hours. It wasn’t until after one in the morning when Kyle heard the key turn in the lock and saw Tristan enter the apartment.

Tristan (seeing the spectacle of Heath lying next to Kyle on the couch before him): What the fuck are you doing here?

Kyle: Would you quiet down? Can’t you see he’s sleeping?

Tristan: I’ll be as loud as I want. This is my damn apartment.

Kyle: Fair enough.

Tristan: So why are you here?

Kyle: Doing what you’re supposed to be doing. (gesturing to Heath’s sleeping figure) Being here for him!

Tristan: What are you talking about?

Kyle: Don’t you ever see anything outside your world? Look at him! Can’t you see he’s been hurt?

Tristan: What?

Kyle (realizing he’s possibly betrayed Heath’s confidence): Where have you been?

Tristan: That’s none of your damn business.

Kyle: It is when you claim to love this man (gesturing to Heath) right here!

Tristan: I never said—

Kyle: You never said what? That you loved him? (laughing) That’s because you’re incapable of it.

Tristan: I want you out of here right now.

Kyle: This has been nothing but a contest to you with Heath as some prize to show off. Well, he has feelings, too.

Tristan (shouting): I said get the fuck out of here!

Heath (awakening): What’s going on?

Kyle (cradling him): Tristan’s made it home. Do you want to stay here?

Tristan (angered by the question): What the—(grabbing Kyle’s arm and yanking him away from Heath) it’s you that’s leaving now!

Kyle (noticing Heath’s frightened face): You call me if anything goes wrong. (gesturing to the ring on his finger)

Tristan (successfully managing to get him out the door): Now what the hell was that about?

Heath: He came by to check on me.

Tristan: I bet he did. Is there something you’re not telling me?

Heath: Like what? H-He didn’t say anything, did he?

Tristan: Should he have? Why was he here?

Heath: I told you.

Tristan: Don’t lie to me. What the hell is going on between you two?

Heath: Nothing.

Tristan: Bullshit! Why is he always here? Every time I turn around, he’s here, holding you. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out.

Heath (teary-eyed): Tristan, I promise you—

Tristan (cutting him off): I’ve been really good to you, Heath, letting you stay here in my place after Kyle kicked you out. And now that he wants you back, you’re fucking him behind my—no make that in front of—

Heath (cutting him off, tears flowing): That’s not true, Tristan. You don’t understand.

Tristan: Oh, I get it all right. You won’t let me within an inch of you, but you’re all too happy to cuddle next to him. I’m supposed to be the better fuck… as least that’s what you used to tell me.

Heath: Do you really want to know what’s happened? I-I—(pause) I can’t do this. (turns away, runs into the safety of the bedroom, and locks the door behind him)

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EARLY MORNING, APPROXIMATELY 3 A.M.

Talon had left the charity function with Tristan, who had offered to take him on a moonlit tour of the of the recently gentrified part of downtown Los Angeles, showing him the vibrant life of the LA Live District, where they eventually ended up in a sports bar, having a few drinks. They both bonded over Tristan’s native language, speaking in it, and Talon knew he was venturing into new territory when Tristan suggested they go back to his apartment in West Hollywood. Talon was spared the agony of an internal battle with himself when he received an important call that sent him to Hollywood Hospital. He apologized to Tristan and took a cab there.

Half an hour later, he was speaking with a nurse before entering the hospital room where a ravishing young beauty lay in bed. She looked so peaceful, sleeping soundly. He came closer to her, kissing her forehead, and she mumbled a few words before opening her eyes.

Enid: Talon! (slowly moving her arms to hold him) You came.

Talon: The phone call nearly scared me to death. What the bloody hell are you doing here?

Enid: Well, you did call me.

Talon: That was under a different circumstance. I certainly didn’t expect you to come here and get drugged out at a rave. What were you thinking?

Enid (at a loss for words): I-I—

Talon: The nurse told me they found traces of ecstasy, marijuana, and other drugs in your system.

Enid: You’re not going to tell Mum, are you?

Talon: Enid, you could have died!

Enid: But I didn’t, although I thought I had. You would believe the stuff I saw, who I thought I—

Talon (cutting her off): It’s time for you to start practicing some responsibility, Enid. You’re practically an adult.

Enid: Not in this bloody country. Did you know you have to be 21 to drink here?

Talon (sighing): Shouldn’t you be at home, having your head in a book? And just how did you get here?

Enid: Now you’re sounding like Mum with all these questions. You promise you won’t tell her?

Talon (affectionately putting his hand to her forehead, brushing back her hair): I very well can’t give her a heart attack with this news. But I’m serious about this, Enid. You’re a strong-minded, sophisticated young girl and not some smackhead.

Enid: So you’re not telling her?

Talon (sighing): No, I won’t.

Enid: Good. That settles that. I need to ask another favor. May I crash at your hotel room?

Talon (hesitantly): Well, I—uh—

Enid: Look, I know it’s a posh place and all, but I promise I’ll be on my best behavior. I won’t break anything.

Talon: Don’t you think you should call—

Enid: I will but not now. I just can’t deal with the pressure of all the questions I’ll be asked.

Talon: You know you’re eventually going to have to—(rising). Listen, you get some rest. I’ll be back shortly.

Enid: Thanks, Talon.

Talon (bending over to kiss her forehead): You owe me big time.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Twenty minutes later saw Talon getting out a cab and coming into the mansion, going straight to Callum’s bedroom and finding it empty. Thinking he was with Edward, he went to the nursery and likewise didn’t find Callum there. Where is he? Surely he’s not up at this hour. I’ll just go to my room, change into something else, and leave him a note. It was when Talon went into his own room that he finally found Callum, sitting in the dark. It startled him when he switched on the lights.

Talon: What the—(coming into the room) What were you doing in the dark? Callum, there’s something important I should tell you.

Callum (rising and confronting him): Damn right there is! (shoving the passport at him) What the hell is this?

Talon: It appears to be my passport.

Callum: Don’t act clueless with me! Wasn’t it enough you came to Brussels with the intent of ruining my wedding? But now I find that you followed us to Sydney on our honeymoon!

Talon (taking the passport): Don’t you know it’s impolite to go through people’s personal belongings?

Callum: And don’t you know it’s likewise ill-mannered to stalk people?

Talon: Stalk? Callum, I—

Callum: You what? You wouldn’t use such a harsh word.

Talon: I care very much for you, and I honestly never trusted Gavin.

Callum: Don’t you dare throw the word “trust” into this.

Talon: You can trust me. I love you and always have.

Callum: Let’s not confuse love with obsession.

Talon: I can’t believe you’re reacting this way. So what if I followed you two to Australia? Nothing happened.

Callum: Well, if you were really observant, you would have seen that he made me very happy. Of course you wouldn’t have seen that from the hotel penthouse unless you could walk on air.

Talon: All I ever wanted was to be the one for you. I would have been there for you when times got rough… when you needed a harbor in the tempest.

Callum (recoiling): Don’t you dare say that? A harbor in the tempest! I know that you were in Greece the day Gavin was lost at sea.

Talon: So now you’re blaming an act of nature on me? (laughing) You’re giving me far too much credit.

Callum: I’m not putting anything past you, Talon.

Talon: How could you say something so hurtful?

Callum (tears coming to his eyes): It’s really rather easy when the other person no longer matters.

Talon: What? (sitting down in the nearest chair) I really don’t understand you, Callum. One moment you’re kissing me and asking me to move in with you, and the next you’re treating me—

Callum: As you should be treated… like the liar you are!

Talon (fiercely rising from the chair): I’m the liar? What does that make you? The pious spouse? Let’s not forget who you were in bed with the morning of your wedding. I’m sure you failed to tell your husband about that during the honeymoon.

Callum: You never could accept the fact that I chose the better man!

Talon: For your bank account… not for your heart!

Callum: I would expect such a callous remark from Eleanor, my wench of a mother-in-law, and not from the man who unconditionally loves me. I want you out of this house now.

Talon (swallowing the lump in his throat): You’re right about one thing. I did love you unconditionally. I reckon that makes me a bigger fool than you were when you exchanged vows with him. (turning on his heel to move toward door). I’ll be gone by close of day. By the way, I also forgot to inform you that your little sister overdosed on ecstasy at a rave in downtown Los Angeles. She’s currently in hospital.

With that said, Talon looked at the priceless expression on Callum’s face before leaving the room, making sure to slam the door in his wake.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EARLY MORNING, 2 A.M.

Brendon: What the hell were you thinking, Justin?

Justin: I just wanted to have a little fun on my birthday—(ostentatiously looking at his watch) which was yesterday so you’ve officially missed yet another one.

Brendon (ignoring the jab): You can also forget about any freedom since you’re grounded indefinitely.

Justin: You can drop the act, Brendon.  I know you and Nathan are sending me off.

Brendon: And you should know that Nathan is against it.

Justin (directing an evil eye at Nathan): He’s just trying to score brownie points.

Brendon (shouting): Room! Now!  (to Nathan after Justin has reluctantly left for his room upstairs) I’m so sorry that you’re in the middle of this.

Nathan (wrapping arms around Brendon and kissing him): It’s right where I want to be.

Brendon: I love you, but I know you didn’t ask for all this stress.

Nathan: Bren, this is what parenting is about. Believe me. I’m the expert with kids. I deal with them nine months out of the year.

Brendon: I’m so blessed to have you in my life. I felt for sure you would have left me forever over this mess with Justin.

Nathan (kissing him again): I’m with you for the long haul…through good times and bad. I’ll stand by you.

And then the morning came—and Nathan would soon find himself challenged to stand by those words.

DRAKE AND AUSTIN’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, SATURDAY MORNING

Drake just came out the shower, towel wrapped around his torso, his chest in full display. He was lured to the kitchen by the inviting aroma of breakfast, which Austin had prepared. He came into the dining area and sat at the table before a plate of Belgian waffles and eggs Hollandaise for him.

Drake: Why did you do this? I thought we were running with the club this morning. Breakfast will be cold when we get back.

Austin: I suppose it’s good we’re not running this morning. We’re celebrating, Babe.

Drake: Let me guess. This has something to do with your campaign.

Austin: Absolutely!

Drake: Well, it can’t be about Jeremy and the elder vote since you told me that last night.

Austin: It’s even better than that. Brendon Roberts just committed career suicide.

Drake: What?

Austin (laying the morning tabloid before him): Read here, Drake. It appears Brendon was harboring a really big secret. Isn’t it funny how those things can come back and bite you in the ass?

Drake felt sick to his stomach, and his facial expression bore these symptoms. Austin had assumed it was due to what Drake was reading about Brendon, but Drake hadn’t even gone beyond the first sentence. His mind was thinking of Austin’s last statement, and his heart and soul were praying his own secret would never be discovered.

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, SATURDAY MORNING

Chloe had waited all night for Allison to come home but she never did. She tried her cell and left several messages before falling asleep. When she awoke at midnight, she had seen where Allison had called her back, leaving a message saying that there was an emergency at the hospital that demanded her full attention. From that moment until sunrise, Chloe slept soundly, rising with the thought of go to the hospital to surprise Allison, but instead finding her fast asleep on the couch in her office.  Chloe sat next to Allison and softly nudged her.

Allison (opening her eyes): Chloe?

Chloe (bending down to kiss her): Good morning. I heard you had a pretty busy night.

Allison (yawning): A few kids overdosed on drugs at a rave. I don’t know what the world is coming to.

Chloe: You look awful.

Allison: And I feel it. (stretching) Where’s the coffee, Hun?

Chloe: I thought we would go somewhere for breakfast.

Allison (groaning): I don’t know about that. I’m having lunch with Priscilla, and I need to check on my patients this morning. Why don’t we have breakfast here?

Chloe (disconsolately): Here? At the hospital?

Allison: Surely, you can find something edible in the cafeteria. (noticing Chloe’s hesitance) I’ve worked here how many years, and I’m still alive, having eaten here several times.

Chloe: Maybe you have a cast-iron stomach.

Allison (laughing): I love you. You do know that?

Chloe: Why wouldn’t I? I’m the one who—

Allison (placing her finger to Chloe’s lips): You don’t have to say anything. You know I’ve forgiven you.

Chloe: Well, we’re both dealing with our demons. How was your appointment with the therapist?

Allison (hesitantly): W-Why don’t we talk about that over breakfast? You mind eating in here?

Chloe (sighing and then kissing her): Okay. I’ll be back in a few.

Chloe left the office and went toe the cafeteria where she ran into the one person she didn’t need to.

MEANWHILE IN SAME LOCATION…

Callum gave his sister the silent treatment when he got to the hospital. She was stunned to see him, instantly knowing that Talon had betrayed her. Callum seemed very upset and signed all the necessary discharge papers, and as they were leaving the room, she told him she was hungry.

Callum (guiding her to the cafeteria): You obviously have an irrepressible death wish. The food here will accomplish what your drugs failed to do.

Enid: You needn’t be so—

Callum: If you say “Callous Callum,” I’ll kill you.

Enid (cracking a smile): It’s a suitable nickname for you. By the way, where is Talon? I owe him a piece of my mind.

Callum: I haven’t any idea where he is, and I honestly don’t care.

Enid: Sounds like trouble in paradise! (noticing Callum’s distraction) Hello? I’m talking to you. What the hell—(seeing Callum’s attention drawn to two women talking)

Enid read too much into her brother’s fierce determination to stare at the women, foolishly thinking that perhaps he had converted to heterosexuality.

MEANWHILE ACROSS THE ROOM

Estrella had risen earlier that morning to come to the hospital to confirm what the home test had told her, desperately hoping that she was part of that mythical 1% error of pregnancy tests, but such was not her luck. Upon getting the confirmation from the doctor and being briefed on proper prenatal care, Estrella listened to the hunger of her stomach and had gone to the cafeteria, where she ran into Chloe of all people.

Chloe: Estrella, what are you doing here?

Estrella: I came here for a checkup. (pause) And you?

Chloe: I came to visit Allison. She works here, remember?

Estrella (awkwardly): Oh, that’s right. So she finally called you back?

Chloe: Yes, she did. Thanks for calming me down on the phone yesterday. (her hand ventures out to pat Estrella but she withdraws it when a loud voice is heard)

Callum (coming over): Well, if it isn’t the IndiHO girls! (to Estrella) Does She-Ra know you two are together?

Chloe: I assume you’re talking about Allison. And for the record, Callum, this is none of your business. Your insults really give me headaches.

Callum: Then perhaps you should take two “baby aspirins” and call their parents in the morning.

Estrella (trying to cover up her inclination to laugh with a cough): Callum, that’s very insensitive.

Callum (to Estrella): Are you still trying to cough up that fur ball she gave you last weekend?

Chloe: You really are a bitter man. I guess Allison was partially right about you.

Callum: So you condone her violence? (sotto voce) Which doesn’t surprise me coming from a kidnapper.

Chloe: No, I don’t. What she did to you at the funeral was wrong, and she’s working through her anger issues. I would appreciate your not instigating her.

Callum: As long as she stays out my way.

Estrella’s phone rang, and she excused herself, putting as much distance between her and Callum, for the caller was Brendon. She answered it once she was out of earshot.

Brendon (curtly): I need you over here right now.

Estrella: What’s wrong?

Brendon: They know about the operation.

Estrella: Who?

Brendon: The media. Have you looked at that rag The Hollycove Tribune?

Estrella: What do you want me to do about it?

Brendon: Represent me in my libel suit against them.

Estrella (hesitantly): Brendon, I don’t know about getting involved in this.

Brendon: Estrella, you’re already involved. Or have you forgotten that you were a frequent patron? The name Tristano Bersani comes to mind. I’m sure your law firm would be interested in learning how much money you spent for his services.

Estrella (feeling cornered): Okay. Okay. I’ll be there shortly.

She snapped the phone shut and rushed for the exit, passing by Callum and Chloe without saying goodbye to them, though overhearing part of their conversation.

Chloe: I just want you to leave her alone. She’s trying really hard to—

Callum (coming face to face with her): I don’t take orders from basketcases like you. I’ll steer clear of your troll and you do the same regarding my son.

At that moment, Allison came into the cafeteria, having waited far too long for Chloe to return. Looking across the room and seeing Callum threateningly advance upon Chloe, she rushed over to them and pushed him away, his body rolling over the top of a nearby table. Seeing this violent spectacle, Enid darted over to help her brother from the floor.

Enid (to Allison): What the bloody hell is wrong with you?

Callum (to Enid): You saw her attack me without any provocation on my part?

Allison (defensively): I saw you try to harm Chloe.

Chloe: Allison, he was not attacking me.

Callum (to Allison): You were seeing things, Allison. Must be a symptom of brain fever. No, wait, that’s impossible as it would require you to have one.

Allison (advancing upon him): Get the hell out of here!

Enid (confronting Allison): You lay one finger on my brother again, and I’ll—

Allison: Your brother! (to Callum) There’s more of your kind. (looking directly at Enid) No, wait. I remember you from last night. You were one of the kids that overdosed on drugs. I treated you.

Callum: More likely violated her. (to Enid) Rather than her laying one finger on me, she most likely laid a few inside—

Allison slapped him hard.

Enid (grabbing Callum’s arm and pulling him aside): You had that one coming, Big Brother.  Why are you smiling?

Callum looked over to see Chloe’s emotional reaction to yet another of Allison’s uncontrollable assaults, knowing it had once more taken its toll upon the psychologically fragile woman. Callum also didn’t know that one of the other spectators had been Dr. Shoai, who was silently eating his breakfast in the far corner of the cafeteria.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, LATER THAT MORNING

Nathan opened the door, allowing Kyle into the house. He saw media vans once again camped outside his property, reminded once more of the injustice done to him as the result of an evil lie. He knew in his heart that another lie was being told, this time targeted at his partner. A copy of the Hollycove Tribune tabloid was lying on the kitchen table. Such garbage! How could they claim that Brendon was running a high-end brothel for the Hollywood elite? It’s a good thing Brendon’s upstairs resting. First, the mess with Justin and the rave and now this! I just hope neither of them is looking out the window right now.

Nathan (to Kyle): Would you like some coffee?

Kyle: No, I’m fine. I just came by to check on—

Nathan (cutting him off): Brendon or Justin?

Kyle: Well, the situation with Justin will clear up in a few days when he’s shipped off. I actually needed to see Brendon. Is he here?

Nathan: He’s upstairs in the bedroom.

Kyle moves toward the stairs, and Nathan sits down in a chair, his head falling into his hands. Well, at least Kyle is right about one thing. Justin won’t be a problem much longer.

MEANWHILE… OUTSIDE IN THE BACKYARD

Justin knew the parameters of the little electronic device on his ankle, knowing that it sounded off once he crossed the front fence. He had never tried the backyard as a speedy exit, mainly because of the ravine. Running too fast through it would be dangerous. He saw the media circus outside and knew the front yard was off limits. He ventured out into the backyard, overhearing Kyle and Nathan talking in the foyer and was surprised to see an intruder climbing onto the property from the ravine. Justin initially thought it was a reporter, but from his distance he could tell it was a female, and she wasn’t carrying any camera equipment. His eyes were fooling him. It was the girl from last night… the one who had passed out at the rave! What the hell is she doing here? Am I still high on weed?

He whistled loudly to draw her attention. Upon getting it, she attempted to come over to him, stopping just short of a rock garden that separated the ravine from the beginning of the property. He knew that the ankle device would sound off if he went that far, yet there she was beckoning for him to come. Moving a few more yards, he stopped in his tracks, and she soon realized she would have to go to him. Garbage’s “Bad Boyfriend” begins playing in the background as she seductively moves closer.

Enid (panting when she reaches him): Why the hell must I come to you? I had to hike through the—

Justin (cutting her off): You actually talk that way?

Enid: You mean with an accent?

Justin: I didn’t hear it last night.

Enid: How could you over all that loud music? You kept calling me Anita when my name is Enid. Anyway, why couldn’t you have met me halfway?

Justin (gesturing to ankle device): Can’t go beyond the backyard or it’ll sound off.

Enid: That’s too bad. I thought we could hang out together.

Justin: There’s always my bedroom.

Enid (flirtatiously): I much prefer mine. I just saw it for the first time, and it’s huge.

Justin: Just now seeing it for the first time? You just moved into the neighborhood?

Enid (distracted by the mp3 player suspended around his neck): Yes. Whatcha listening to? (yanks the digital player from him and plugs the earphones into her ears)

Justin: Hey! Give that back!

Enid (seductively winking as she moves away): Come and get it… if you dare.

She rushes past the rock garden and beyond the threshold at which point Justin knows he cannot pass. Unexpectedly, he rushes after her, the sound assuredly going off as he hurriedly grabs her arm and yanks her back into the safety area, the force a little too much as both their bodies fall to the ground, hers atop his. Justin could feel the damp ground—the sprinklers had turned off before he came outside—wetting the back of his shirt, but he didn’t mind it, for he was captivated by her hazel eyes as her face was practically against his. Her breasts brushed against his chest as she pushed her lips against his, her tongue forcing its way into her mouth. The kiss was brief and sweet, Justin fighting the urge of an oncoming erection.

Enid: Happy Belated Birthday! (pause) Oh, I see you have a present for me.

Holy shit! She felt it, but she’s not freaking out. I’ve heard about these Eurobabes and their comfort with sexuality. She’s so hot! Enid pried herself from him, rising from the ground and standing tall as a breeze came in from the ravine, her hair flowing with the wind. She looked like a beautiful heroine from some sweeping romantic epic. Her hand reached out to help Justin up from the ground.

Enid: Sorry for being a tease (raising her eyebrows) but I don’t really know you that well… other than your questionable taste in music like Groove Armada.

Justin: Hey! They rock!

Enid: I know. I heard them live in Glastonbury a few weeks ago.

Justin: Really? Wow, that’s cool. I was supposed to go there, but I couldn’t make it.

Enid (skeptically): Is that so?

Justin (sensing her doubt): Yeah, some prick promised me he would take me there. In fact, he’s one of your kind.

Enid (mildly offended): My kind?

Justin: Brits!

Enid (laughing): You speak of us as if we’re a different species. The only things that separate us from you Americans are a pond, culture, and a historical lead in intellect. But between the two of us, you Yanks kiss better.

Justin: So where do you live?

Enid: What’s it to you? It’s not as if you can come visit me. Why do you have that thing on your ankle?

Justin: I—uh—sent the police on a wild goose chase.

Enid: Isn’t Los Angeles known for those wild car chases with the police?

Justin (winking): Yeah, that’s exactly what happened with me.

He couldn’t tell her the real reason for his house arrest—the lie that nearly sent Nathan to prison. Let her think I stole a car. She’ll think I’m a cool rebel of society. It was then that Justin heard his name being shouted by Nathan.

Justin: Quick! You better leave! I’ll get in a shitload of trouble if you’re caught here with me.

Nathan (coming in the distance): Justin!

Justin (to Enid): Hurry!

Enid darted in the direction of the ravine, hiding behind some overgrowth just as Nathan came into view. She could overhear their conversation.

Nathan: What are you doing out here? Didn’t you hear what Brendon told you? Come on, let get back inside now.

Enid peeked around and saw the back of a handsome, tall man guiding Justin back toward the house. Justin briefly turned around and saw her blow him a kiss before she disappeared into the ravine.

THE ALCOVE RESTAURANT, LOS FELIZ, LUNCHTIME

Allison, Priscilla, and Bralen are having lunch, all eating various salads for their meal.

Priscilla: So how are you feeling, Bralen?

Bralen: I’m fine. Just been busy lately.

Priscilla: With what? You’re not still training, are you?

Allison (realizing Priscilla’s gaffe): Priscilla, I’m sure he’s tied down with the pilates studios. All those rich Malibu housewives with a lot of time on their hands.

Bralen: Well, I’m actually sort of seeing someone.

Allison: Anyone I know?

Priscilla: I hope he’s not taken (winking at him) because if he is, then I know his identity.

Bralen: It’s not Drake! Gosh, Priscilla, must you always think the worst of me?

Priscilla: Actually, I think the nastiest of you.

Bralen: What’s this I heard of Drake spending the night with you?

Allison (dropping her fork): Priscilla! Surely you’re not trying to convert him!

Priscilla: Oh no! He was just being kind to an old broad. We stayed up much the night, talking about Peyton and Callum.

Allison and Bralen (in unison): Ugh!

Priscilla: I share your sentiments about Callum. Drake told me all about him.

Bralen: I don’t trust him one bit, and everyone knows where Allison stands with him.

Allison (to them both): I had another run-in with him this morning. (to Priscilla) It’s best you stay away from him.

Priscilla: No can do! That bastard is up to something. Somehow Callum got Peyton to leave all his money to Edward, Callum’s son.

Bralen: What the—

Priscilla (cutting him off): My thoughts exactly! I know that Callum is a blackmailer, and he’s hiding something big, and I’m going to find out what it is.

Bralen: How do you plan on doing that?

Priscilla (ostentatiously pushing up her breasts into her bra): Well, this fiery siren has an evening date at the opera with Callum’s butler.

Allison: Oh, Priscilla! I don’t think that’s a good idea… to use him that way.

Priscilla: Allison, the hired help are always privy to the juicy dish on their employers. I’m sure Godfrey knows more than he lets on, and I intend to find out what he knows.

Allison: Aside from his association with Callum, he seems like a nice man. I’d hate to see his feelings get hurt if he genuinely takes a liking to you.

Priscilla (to them both): Well, the sex should be compensation enough!

BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, SAME TIME

Brendon had just had an unsettling conversation with Kyle, who he had seen to the door. He deeply exhaled and ran his hand through his hair. Where the hell is Estrella? She should have been here by now. He called her cell again, and at that moment the doorbell rang. This must be her. He was wrong. It was Austin Monroe, Brendon resisting the urge to slam the door in his face.

Brendon: What the hell do you want?

Austin: I heard the news.

Brendon: I’m sure you came to gloat.

Austin (coming into the house): Just a little. I mean you’ve practically handed me the election.

Brendon: You should know I’m suing the pants off this tabloid.

Austin (cattily): Effective choice of words.

Brendon: It’s all lies.

Austin (coming face to face with him): Come on, Brendon, you know better than to bullshit a bullshitter. There was talk among some of my models that you were into some dodgy stuff. Of course they know better than to cross onto your side.

Brendon: Let’s get one thing straight, Austin. You don’t know anything.

Austin: I know that the current Board will have to address these “allegations.” I’m sure the Emeritus Council is wondering how to spin this. It really doesn’t look good for a gay athletic club to be affiliated with the leader of a high-class prostitution ring, especially with this new proposition 8 on the November ballot.

Brendon: Well, that prop—much like your campaign—will fail.

Austin: Somehow I see victory for myself at the expense of your imprisonment on these charges.

Brendon (coming face to face with him): I suggest you back off, Austin. I could make your life a living hell.

Austin: Or a piece of heaven if I fork over a few grand. I should thank whoever tipped the media to this story. He or she is an unwitting ally.

Brendon: Get the hell out of my house!

Austin simply smiled to himself, turned away, and headed for the door, quietly closing it behind him, leaving Brendon to wallow in the thoughts of his disconcerting remarks.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

Rihanna’s “Unfaithful” closes out this episode as Heath sits in bed, having felt sick all day since his early morning argument with Tristan. He had stayed shut in his room, not wanting to have another encounter with him. I can’t tell him the truth. He just wouldn’t understand… like Kyle does. How I fucked up things between us! What have I done? I do love them both but for entirely different reasons. My feelings for one drive the other away. It’s not fair to either of them. I have to tell Tristan the truth!

Heath got out the bed, unlocked the door, and was about to leave the room when he heard voices. Pulling the door slightly ajar and looking through the crack, he found from his vantage point he couldn’t see anyone, but Tristan was definitely in the other room with another man. He initially thought it was Callum as the man spoke with an English accent, but upon listening further he determined it was someone else.

Tristan: Would you like a glass of wine?

Talon: Mate, after the day I’ve had, I could drink the entire bottle.

Heath saw Tristan materialize, coming from the living room and walking into the kitchen alcove. He saw him pull out a bottle of red wine, grasp the corkscrew, and put his handsome arm muscles to work unscrewing it. At that moment Tristan happened to look up and saw Heath peeking out the door. Their eyes briefly locked, Tristan’s having a wicked glare in them that matched the devious smile that suddenly came over his face as he grasped the bottle and two glasses and moved out of Heath’s sight.

Tristan: Hey, Talon, why don’t you put your stuff in my room?

Talon: Again, Tristan, I really appreciate this. It’s just until I work things out—

Tristan: Don’t mention it. (putting down bottle and glasses) Here, let me help you.

Heath saw Tristan take a suitcase into Vittoria’s room. What the hell is going on? He then saw the other man for the first time, his fit body coming into view, marked by the strawberry blond hair atop his head. Heath also saw that he wore glasses. Not really Tristan’s type! They both went into the room, Tristan coming out a few seconds later to get the wine and glasses.

Tristan (returning to the bedroom and closing the door behind him): I thought we could drink in here.

Heath couldn’t fight back the tears that came to his eyes. He cried in silence, not wanting to release even the smallest whimper. I can’t believe he’s doing this to me. No, I can! He thinks I’m cheating on him with Kyle. If he only knew the truth, then everything would be right. No, it wouldn’t. What about the test results? What if I have… ? He wouldn’t want to have anything to do with me. But I can’t let him make the mistake of being with someone else all because of my silence. I have to tell him everything right now!

Heath opened the door and walked across the living room to Vittoria’s room. Upon getting closer to it, he found that Tristan hadn’t fully closed the door. He was not going to be a peeping Tom again, but what he heard through the crack of the door was just as shocking as if he had seen them having sex.

Talon: Are you sure you really want me to go back to Italy with you?

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 26: “It’s A Family Affair”

Cast of New Characters (for this episode)

Enid:  youthful splendor, 17, dark brown hair, hazel eyes, rebellious nature

T.A.T.U.’s “All the Things She Said” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1agzp_PM-Z4) opens this episode over the following montages affecting four characters:

Chloe sits on the couch, her legs pulled close to her chest so that her chin rests easily on her knees. Her eyes are red from crying and her mind is beset with the most exciting part of her day: Estrella’s visit, which has subsequently left her feeling empty and angry with herself for reasons she could not fully understand. While I truly love Allison, there are times when our intimacy seems forced, such as last night, but with Estrella, it’s entirely different like she’s on a mission to totally satisfy me. Chloe’s libido and mind are both aroused by the promises Estrella had made to her. It was nearing evening, Allison had not returned home, and a cloak of vulnerability had been thrown over her. She had rung Allison’s cell several times over the course of an hour, at which point her resolve waned and she dials a different number: the one belonging to Estrella.

After her shocking confession, Allison rushes to Dr. Shoai’s office bathroom, locking herself inside the little compartment and begins crying. She turns on the sink and splashes cold water on her face, running her hand through her hair as she takes a deep breath. The force of the confession had rendered her powerless. Her mind keeps replaying Chloe’s words to her—the admonishment to leave Nathan to fight his own battles. What’s with your protective obsession of Nathan? She was right to worry about me. I can’t believe I told him that.  What the hell was I thinking, saying such a thing? At least he cannot betray my confidence. The last thing I want to do is unintentionally hurt Chloe. She means so much to me. At that point, her phone rings, and seeing the caller’s identity as Chloe she refuses to answer it. I’m sorry to do this to you, but I just can’t talk to you right now. Don’t worry, Chloe, Kian will help me get over this. She soon hears him knocking on the door to check on her. Realizing she must face this demon, she opens the door and goes out the bathroom to meet with Dr. Shoai.

Estrella takes a sip of cold water and runs her hands through her raven-hair as it spills back over her shoulders. She sits back against the couch cushions in her home, her work—a score of legal documents—spread before her on the coffee table. She had just returned from the police station, helping one of her clients with the nagging authorities. She had decided to work from home, looking weary-eyed and feeling listless, the stress of Callum’s demands weighing upon her. She thinks back to her sweet, brief moment earlier that day when she had nearly won over Chloe, but then Estrella’s mind kept hearing the woman’s defiant responses that she loved Allison. It had been delivered with such conviction that even if the message was counteractive to Chloe’s real intentions, it was the fact that this woman was willing to love with all her heart. I admire that. I only wish I could have someone to love… someone who would love me unconditionally. Her inner monologue is broken by the ringing of her phone, and she’s surprised to see that it’s Chloe. Immediately answering it, she detects that the woman is crying and talks to calm her down, managing to accomplish this goal after fifteen minutes. Once the phone call ends, Estrella has a satisfactory grin on her face and a victorious gleam in her eyes. Prior to snapping the phone shut, she looks at her calendar and shrieks, realizing that she was about to miss an important appointment. In her rush, she failed to see she had already missed an even bigger one.

DR. KIAN SHOAI’S OFFICE, HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL

Allison (sitting down): I’m so sorry about that, Kian. I don’t know what came over me.

Dr. Shoai: No worries, Allison. You experienced an emotional breakthrough.

Allison (incredulously): During the first session?

Dr. Shoai: I suspect it’s been slowly building to this.

Allison: I don’t know why I said that. It just came out.

Dr. Shoai (interlacing his fingers): Did you mean it? The confession.

Allison (head bent to her chest, inhaling deeply): I guess there’s some truth to it, but I love Chloe. I know I do!

Dr. Shoai: You said you’ve known Nathan for over thirty years.

Allison (taking a tissue and wiping her nose): That’s true. We both grew up together in Long Island. We were friends all throughout high school. (sniffling) He even was my senior prom date.

Dr. Shoai: Were you two ever romantically…?

Allison (pause): He was the only man I ever slept with, but it was just that one time ages ago in the 70’s, before we realized we were both gay (rising) or at least one us was! Jesus! I can’t believe this.

Dr. Shoai (rising to level his face with Allison’s): Allison, you have nothing to be ashamed of.

Allison: I’m supposed to be a gay woman and here I am confessing feelings for a man.

Dr. Shoai (sitting down as Allison does the same): Allison, sexuality is not exactly a black and white affair. It really is rather fluid, which is why some individuals identify themselves as bisexual.

Allison: Kian, I’m totally committed to Chloe. I would never—(pausing as she wipes tears from her eyes) I thought I had this under control.  What should I do?

Dr. Shoai: What is it that you want to do?

Allison: I-I (inhaling deeply) I need to go. (rising)

Dr. Shoai: Allison?

Allison: Please keep this between us.

Dr. Shoai: Would you like to continue this another time?

She nodded her head, a sense of sudden claustrophobia gripping her. She bolted for the door and rushed out it.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Callum (turning away from Priscilla): I have no idea what you’re talking about.

Priscilla (grabbing his arm and twisting him around to face her): You had better explain this. Why did he do this?

Callum: I don’t know. Perhaps he was just feeling generous.

Priscilla: Well, I’ll have you know that I’m contesting this will. There’s no way your son is getting one red cent of my son’s money.

Callum: In case you haven’t noticed, Mrs. Ashland, I reside in a mansion. I don’t need your son’s money. And please don’t ever say the words “will” and “contest” in my presence again. I’ve heard them enough to span the rest of my life.

Priscilla: This was all part of your scheme to blackmail my son. You hated him that much!

Callum: Who’s filling your head with this rubbish? I didn’t hate him… quite the opposite is true. He saved my life, and a part of me will always love your son.

Priscilla: And I can guess which part that is!

Callum: Mrs. Ashland! A lady shouldn’t speak that way. I don’t know what to think—

Priscilla (approaching him): And I don’t know what to think of you. You were the last person my son was with when he took his last breath. I-I should have been there. (breaking down into tears)

Callum: Mrs. Ashland, I know you’re grieving, but lashing out at me won’t—

Priscilla: What were his last words?

Callum: Pardon?

Priscilla: Did he say anything?

Callum (tears coming to his eyes): Uh—no—he couldn’t really speak. The blood was in the way. (sitting down in chair to weep)

Priscilla: So you do have a heart?

Callum: I think you had better leave.

Priscilla: I’m not through with you.

At that moment, Godfrey entered to announce that Tristan was outside. Suddenly, Tristan enters the room, not waiting for permission. Tristan was dressed in a three-piece suit, looking as if he just walked off Wall Street. Callum instantly recognized the designer of his outfit as Armani.

Priscilla (moving over to Tristan): Tristan, my word! You look absolutely yummy. Is it possible you’ve gotten bigger?

Tristan (cockily): It’s all muscle. (allowing the woman to kiss his cheek) Priscilla, what are you doing here? (now feeling the woman’s hand run down his side and grasping his firm ass)

Callum: Mrs. Ashland was just about to leave.

Priscilla: The hell I am! Not until I get some answers.

Tristan: What’s wrong?

Priscilla: Somehow Callum conned Peyton into leaving his son all his money.

Tristan (looking at Callum with a devious grin): Is that so? And Peyton left you nothing?

Priscilla: Just the house in Newport Beach. Everything else went to Edward Armitage!

Tristan (eyeing Callum): So, Priscilla, what are you going to do about it?

Callum (to Priscilla): I have an idea. Why don’t you go into the solarium and have a drink? We can talk about this later. I need to privately see Tristano.

Priscilla: Drink?

Callum (rushing out and returning with Godfrey): Godfrey, would you escort Mrs. Ashland to the solarium and get her the beverage of her choice. You can enjoy it while watching the sunset.

Tristan (once Priscilla and Godfrey had left): Good! You discovered her weakness.

Callum: Yes, hers is alcohol. Yours is sex.

Tristan: That’s not my weakness. It’s definitely one of my strengths!

Callum: Speaking of which, you must be headed for an appointment. Those are some nice threads you have on, and the only time you’re out of a muscle shirt is when you’re “working.” It’s either that or you’re going to some memorial service for Vittoria.

Tristan (aggressively confronting him): Don’t you ever say her name again? Do you know where I’ve been all day? I was at the fucking police station. That Detective Milton was grilling me about that damn crowbar you planted in Vittoria’s closet.

Callum: What reason have they to interrogate you?

Tristan: Because they managed to pull a partial fingerprint from it that matched mine, and now they think I’m part of the attacks on Nathan and Brendon in the park.

Callum: But you were!

Tristan (gritting teeth): You tried to take me down, but I got a way out.

Callum: What a pity! And here I was hoping you would teach the California inmates the pleasures of homosexuality, although I’m sure they’ve been tutored in the art.

Tristan: Yeah, well, now you’re going down. All I have to do is go to the press with what I got on your “son.” I’m sure Priscilla would be interested in hearing it. (gestures to exit the room in the direction of the solarium)

Callum: Wait!

Tristan (turning around): I knew you would see things my way.

Callum: The only thing I see is a lowlife in expensive clothing. What exactly is it that you want?

Tristan: One million would be a good start.

Callum: Anything else?

Tristan (grinning): Oh, so you’re willing to give more. Let me think on it.

Callum: Well, the money should suffice. After all, that’s a large enough sum for you to permanently disappear.

Tristan (laughing): Who said anything about disappearing?

Callum: Oh, well, I just assumed you wouldn’t want to be in town when Mickey Giordano comes for a visit. (seeing Tristan’s expression drastically change) I wish you could see the expression on your face. Now that’s worth a million dollars!

Tristan: H-How—

Callum: it’s amazing how much help Vittoria gives me from the grave. That little diary of hers really came in handy. Now you breathe one word of Edward’s paternity to either Priscilla or the press, and I’ll personally see to it Mr. Giordano gets a call from me with your location. Somehow I think he’d rather see you pumped full of bullets instead of prison cock. (winking) I think you know the way to the door.

Tristan: You won’t get away with this.

Callum: I just did. (seeing Tristan turn to leave) Oh, and don’t forget I get a percentage of your earnings this evening. (hears the door slamming in the distance and smiles to himself at his victory)

Moments later, he’s buzzed by the security guard, informing him that an elderly man by the name of Jeremy Dodd has come to visit him. Callum reluctantly gave the orders to permit him, and opening the door tried to force a smile as he was rather tired and desired nothing more than to lie down after having expended much energy during his talk with Tristan.

Callum: Jeremy, to what do I owe the honor of your visit?

Jeremy (coming inside): I mainly wanted to check on you. I heard you were involved in the tragedy.

Callum: In which sense?

Jeremy (confused): Pardon me?

Callum: My involvement (still sensing confusion on the man’s face) depends on with whom you’ve spoken. There are many different stories out there when the fact of the matter is that Peyton died in my arms. Allison and the others place an entirely different spin on the events.

Jeremy: Really?

Callum: They flat out think I killed him.

Jeremy (sincerely): That’s awful. You’re such a nice young man.

Callum: Thank you for your choice of words. You’re clearly in the minority. (awkward pause) Is there anything else you wanted?

Jeremy: Well, there is. I’m putting on a fundraiser against Proposition 8.

Callum: What’s that?

Jeremy: It’s the gay marriage ban proposition here in California.

Callum: What a pity you reside in a country that discriminates against you. This is precisely why America should have remained under British rule. Hell, even Canada—which most Americans don’t even consider a real country—treats gay with more rights. It’s legal for gays to marry there, although I married my husband in Belgium.

Jeremy: I didn’t know that.

Callum: Most countries with monarchs treat gays with respect: the UK, Spain, Belgium, Holland, and well, Canada—whilst not being under monarchical rule still uses currency with Her Majesty’s face on it.

Jeremy (growing weary of Callum’s diatribe): I’m well aware of that.

Callum: Of course you are. You’re decades older than me. You’ve lived through it all. Now where do I come in?

Jeremy: Austin and I are planning on a movie night to highlight the human injustices done to gays. We chose the film Bent. I assume you’ve seen it. One of the most prominent English actors in it—besides the lead Clive Owen—is the astounding Ian McKellen.

Callum: I’m well aware of Sir Ian, although your common American audience may only know him as Gandolf in Lord of the Rings. I still don’t see where I come in.

Jeremy: We were hoping to possibly have him speak at the event. Rather than going through his agent, I was hoping you may have a personal connection to him.

Callum: Why? Because we’re both gay? (sighing) I’ll see what I can do. He’s an advocate for gay rights, and I may see him at Mardi Gras.

Jeremy: Pardon? Callum, that’s already passed.

Callum: No, it hasn’t. It’s the Gay Pride festival held in Manchester next week. I attend annually, and Sir Ian may be there. If I see him, I’ll work my magic and let you know what happens.

Jeremy (smiling): Thanks, Callum. I really appreciate any help you can give. This would definitely add a taste of class to the event.

Callum: I doubt his presence could accomplish such a daring feat with the likes of Allison, Austin, and Drake in the audience.

Jeremy: That’s not a nice thing to say.

Callum: Neither was it a nice thing for Allison to throw me into Peyton’s grave!

Jeremy: While her behavior is unacceptable, she’s very protective of those she loves.

Callum: The way she struck me one would think she loved Peyton more than she does Nathan.

Jeremy: I’ve known Allison a long time, and she genuinely loves Nathan. She only wants him to be happy, and as he’s happy with Brendon, she wants it to stay that way. (looking him directly in the eyes) And so do I!

Callum (spitefully): Is the request all you needed of me? (sotto voce) Besides a serving of prune juice.

Jeremy: That’s all. (turning to go) You have a nice—

Callum (slamming the door behind him, cutting him off): The gall of that man! Blatantly asking for charity and then subtly insulting me like that!

Callum was so exhausted after this that he went to bed afterwards, his mind distraught over having been confronted by two senior citizens  in such a short period of time.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

The Cure’s “Boys Don’t Cry” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l8CDERzun4k) plays as Heath silently sits on the couch, crying at the wreck he’s made of his life and also for ruining Kyle’s and Brendon’s in the process. He knew that Tristan would soon be out of his life. After Bralen had left, he had cried a while until that strange guy came to the door. I must have scared him shitless with the way I looked. Thank goodness Tristan showed up later, but he barely said a word to me. He seemed on a mission, going straight to his room and coming out with a business suit on clothing hangers.

Heath (wiping his eyes): Going somewhere?

Tristan: Yeah, I’m going out. Don’t wait up for me.

Heath (hesitantly): D-Did you come home last night?

Tristan: Yeah, why?

Heath: You didn’t come to bed.

Tristan: I’m sleeping in Vittoria’s room now.

Heath: W-What?

Tristan: Look, Babe, I don’t have time for this. I have to go soon. (goes into the bathroom to shower)

Tristan didn’t talk much when he came out the bathroom, quickly putting on his clothing and immediately leaving the apartment. Heath broke down once more, taking the nearest fragile objects and throwing them against the wall. He saw a large piece of broken glass and picked it up. It would be enough to cut my wrists. This thought scared him. He dropped the glass and rushed for the phone where he dialed Kyle’s number but got no answer. He called several more times over the course of half an hour before giving up and screaming at the top of his lungs. He fell to the floor, his knees coming into contact with the broken glass, but the pain was no match for that which he felt in his heart.

KYLE’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

Kyle had just got home from a crazy day of work and had simply wanted to relax. There was a knock at the door. He rose to open it, finding Bralen about to knock again.

Kyle: Bralen, what’s up?

Bralen: May I come in?

Kyle (moving aside for him to enter): What brings you here?

Bralen: There’s something I need to tell you.

Kyle (urgently): It’s not Heath, is it?

Bralen (coming face to face with him): In a way it is. (seeing the urgency in his face) It’s nothing to get worried over. It’s just that I know how you feel about him, and I don’t want to see you hurt by him.

Kyle: What do you mean?

Bralen: Kyle, you know Heath loves Tristan.

Kyle (unconvincingly): Y-Yeah, I know. So what are you trying to say?

Bralen (looking into his eyes): I think you should let him go and move on.

Kyle: What? (suddenly feeling Bralen’s mouth press upon his for a few seconds before pulling away): What the hell are you doing?

Bralen: Don’t fight it.

He forced himself on Kyle once more, his mouth and tongue working to overcome Kyle’s reserve. Bralen’s hands pulled off Kyle’s shirt, and it was in that moment, that he felt Kyle return the carnal gesture, feeling Kyle’s tongue and hands work in unison as he kissed and pushed Bralen to the couch. They fell onto it, Kyle on his back. Bralen pulled off his shirt to reveal his muscular chest and went back to kissing before feeling Kyle’s head move so that his mouth could suck on Bralen’s nipple. It was at that moment the sound of Kyle’s cell phone could be heard ringing. From his perspective, Bralen could see the phone on the coffee table, clearly reading the name of Heath as the caller, and saw Kyle’s hand reach forth to pick it up. Bralen stopped his hand, grasping it and seductively putting Kyle’s fingers into his mouth, licking on them.

Bralen: Don’t answer it.

Kyle (pulling his hand from Bralen’s mouth and rising from his prostrate position): Bralen, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m sorry for getting carried away like this.

Bralen (pushing him back down): I’m not finished with you yet.

His mouth went to Kyle’s neck, searching feverishly for a pleasure spot, and he knew he had found it when he felt Kyle’s hands touching the back of his head, encouraging him to continue.  He continued his kissing and licking spree as his hands reached for Kyle’s belt and began pulling it off. Kyle then felt the force of his pants being yanked down to his ankles, Bralen not bothering to take off his shoes. Kyle felt Bralen’s hand massaging the ever-growing lump in his boxers when the phone began ringing again. Turning around, Bralen saw it was Heath calling again. He prevented Kyle from answering it, seizing the phone and throwing it on the carpet several feet away.

Bralen: No more interruptions.

Kyle: Bralen, we should really stop—ohhh—(feeling Bralen’s mouth)

The sensation rendered Kyle practically helpless as Bralen continued his expertise, his mouth at last tasting on Kyle’s erect cock. The phone rang two more times, but Kyle hadn’t heard it, captured in the thrall of Bralen’s moving head as his mouth dexterously worked to give a phenomenal blowjob. Kyle placed his hand on Bralen’s head to gently push down on it when he saw the ring on his hand, instantly thinking of Heath and his commitment to him. He fought back his burning desire to orgasm and pushed Bralen away, feeling the warmth of his saliva as it spilled onto his pubes.

Kyle: Bralen, no, I can’t do this!

Bralen (wiping his mouth): Why not? Come on, Kyle, let’s just have some fun.

Kyle: I said no! (rising from the couch and pulling up the slacks and hearing the cell phone ring yet again) It never should have gone this far.

Bralen (reaching for his arm to prevent him getting to the phone): Come on, Kyle.

Kyle: I think you should go. (picking up phone as it gives its last ring) Oh my God!

Bralen: What is it?

Kyle: It’s Heath! He’s been calling for like the last half hour… 10 times already. I’ve got to go. (rushes to the door) I’ll lock it. Just close it when you leave.

Bralen’s only reaction was a mixed expression of defeat and anger.

ESTRELLA’s HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, EVENING

Estrella opened the door to the attractive presence of Tristan Bersani on her doorstep, looking as if he had stepped off the pages of GQ Magazine. After dealing with Chloe on the phone and seeing her appointment calendar, she found she was supposed to represent her firm at a charity function in downtown Los Angeles later that evening. She didn’t really want to go, but she remembered how earlier that day she had got a call from Tristan, begging her to come to the station as he had been brought in for questioning and needed good legal representation. She couldn’t turn him down, went to the station, worked her magic, and had him out in no time. Of course that favor came with a price, and he agreed to be her date at the function. We’re going to be the hottest couple there. Damn, he’s one hot guy!

Estrella: Come in. We’ll leave in a few.

Tristan (closing the door behind him): Thanks again for today.

Estrella (applying lipstick): No problem. Your fingerprints could have been on that crowbar long before Vittoria used it to attack Nathan and Brendon. Don’t you worry. I’ll get you off—(winking at him) scot free!

Tristan (laughing): You’re too much!

Estrella (coming onto him, planting a kiss on his cheeks): You got to admit. We make a great team. Anyway, I think we had better get going. I’m feeling lightheaded, and I know these shindigs have the best hors d’oeuvres that always calm my appetite—(winking at him) for food.

As she was not feeling that well to drive, Tristan got behind the wheel, and owing to bad traffic, the ride took nearly three-quarters of an hour, and during that time he felt Estrella’s hand journey from resting on his knee to going near his groin. She may not be feeling well, but she sure as hell has enough energy to be doing this dangerous shit. He had to push her hand away several times to concentrate on the road otherwise risk an accident. They finally made it to the Transamerica Building and went to the top floor, having a breathtaking panoramic view of Los Angeles, seeing the mountains, freeways, the Hollywood Sign, and the ocean in the farthest distance. Tristan was dragged around like some trophy, and they both witnessed the jealous expressions of many women. They both want my man and my waist size. It’s just like the good old days. Tristan seems to be enjoying himself as well.

He left to the go the bathroom, and she went to the bar to order a cranberry seltzer. She stood there for a few minutes, and when she looked up, she gasped, seeing Tristan talking to a couple, another woman’s hand slyly moving over his body. She rushed over to prevent that tart—who was later introduced to her as Pamela Smith—from intruding on her turf.

Estrella: Tristan! Where have you been? I turned around, and you were gone.

It was at that point a handsome man came to Tristan’s defense, claiming that he had held him up in the bathroom with a conversation. They had both been in separate stalls, and he had overheard Tristan talking on his cell phone in Italian, and the man being fluent in the language himself uncharacteristically started a conversation with him through the bath stalls. It was only when they both came out the stalls that they recognized each other, Tristan recalling the man from an unsavory episode in the Hollywood Hills. The man warmly introduced himself to Estrella.

Talon (kissing her hand): My name is Talon Prescott. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Signora Tartaro.

Estrella (blushing): Thank you, Mr. Prescott. So you were saying you already knew Tristan?

Talon: Not exactly. He came over Callum Sutcliffe’s home on the day of the incident where he had lost his close friend, Signorina Morelli.

Estrella: So you’re a friend of Callum’s?

Talon: That’s one way of phrasing it. We’re close friends.

Estrella (exclamatorily): Oh! I see. (sotto voce): Am I like some fag magnet? (aloud) So you and Tristan were bonding over this tragedy?

Talon: Actually, you caught the three of us talking about some archaeological sites near Tristan’s hometown. He was telling Pamela and me about some of the ruins.

Estrella: Really? I hadn’t pegged him as being of service to academics.

Estrella held onto Tristan’s arm, watching as Pamela eyes feasted hungrily on Tristan, negligent that he was her date. She soon found the conversation dull and tried to tug Tristan to move away, but it was Talon who held his attention. She signaled for some mineral water and slowly slipped it as they continued their gabfest. At last she took a seat and then felt a weird sensation overtake her.

Tristan (coming to her): Are you all right?

Estrella: Oh, you can tear yourself away from them. (putting her hand to her head) I’m not feeling well. Damn migraines! Are you ready to go?

Tristan (hesitantly): Well, I was—uh—

Estrella: Never mind. You drive the car back to my place. I’m going to take a cab. (rising and kissing him) Hurry home.

She soon left for the elevator, seeing Tristan go back to talking with Talon Prescott. She saw no sign of Pamela Smith. I guess that bitch finally got the hint. Oh, Tristan, I see you’re flirting with that Talon guy, and I’m flirting with Chloe. Knowing both their partners, I’d say we’re both flirting with disaster.

DRAKE AND AUSTIN’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Austin had the most exhausting day. After his morning visit with Jeremy Dodd, he rushed into work at his modeling agency and closed a major deal. He got a call from Drake, who said he was back at home and would most likely be there for the rest of the day. At lunchtime, Austin met with Michael Kirkland, one of his models who happened to be an Outrunner who had despised the club leadership long before Austin had moved to Los Angeles. According to Mike, he wanted the group to recruit younger members and suggested to the Board that they change the locations of their training runs to trendier locations such as Echo Park and Venice.  The Board shot down Mike’s suggestions, but Austin saw this as an opportunity to appeal to the younger crowd and got all of them to sign a petition for at least a trial run in these locations. He was planning on bringing this to the Board’s attention at their next meeting, mainly to show his influential support of the younger members along with the recent development of his relationship with Jeremy Dodd to show his growing support of the elder constituency—both of which would assure him victory.

He made it home around seven, finding Drake with dinner on the table. He came over and kissed the crown of his head.

Austin: How was your day?

Drake: I cleaned up the place. Gosh, I’m gone for one night, and you’ve got the bedroom in shambles.

Austin: I couldn’t find my favorite shirt or my blazer.

Drake: So you tore apart the closet looking for it? (sighing)  How many times must I tell you that the shirts are in the drawer to the left—

Austin: Okay! Okay! I know… I found what I was looking for.

Drake: But you didn’t put stuff back where you found it.

Austin (kissing him): Chill out, Babe! You must be horny. You always are when you’re upset like this.

Drake (kissing him and rising from the table): I did miss you last night.

Austin (unbuttoning Drake’s shirt): You can make up for it now. (the shirt falls to the floor as he guides Drake into the bedroom)

Drake: I love you, Austin.

Austin (pushing him onto the bed and climbing on top of him): I know, Babe. (kissing him)

Drake: You want me to call you Mr. President?

Austin (smiling and laughing to himself): It’s only a matter of time before that’s a reality.

Once Austin rolled over onto his back, he then felt Drake’s hand work to unzip his slacks, pulling them down his legs. Split seconds later, Drake had his mouth on Austin’s boxers, the heat of his breath a sensational feeling to Austin’s groin. He felt the tip of Drake’s tongue roving over the fabric of his boxers and then the full impression of his mouth clamping over his awakening bulge. It was as if Drake were trying to suck him off through the boxers.  He lifted his bottom from the bed so that Drake could fully liberate his cock from the boxers, nearly ripping them off.

Austin (upon feeling Drake’s voracious mouth): You’re really hungry!

His mouth slavered over the fleshy knob and thick shaft prior to his hands feverishly working to jerk him as his mouth sucked on the balls. Austin placed his right hand behind Drake’s head, a subtle indication that he wished for him to attempt to deep-throat him.  Drake resumed blowing his husband, trying to accomplish this task, taking breaths and jerking it in between taking it to the root.

Austin: That’s it, Babe! That’s a good boy.

Drake (moving to kiss him): I love you.  You know that, right?

Austin (pushing his head back to his groin): Yeah, yeah… I know.

Drake’s mouth kissed at Austin’s inner thighs as his husband playfully slapped his cock against his head, the sound of flesh against flesh in Drake’s ears.

Drake:  Careful! You could put my eye out with that.

Austin (running his hands through Drake’s head): Sorry, Babe.

He took Austin’s cock into his mouth again, once more rhythmically back and forth upon it, his tongue sweeping around the orb of the cock head.  He heard Austin’s moans, felt his hand placing firmer pressure upon his head, and then heard Austin’s cell phone ring. He consequently withdrew his mouth from the cock as Austin answered it.

Drake: Austin!

Austin (holding up his finger to Drake to quiet him): One moment, Babe. (pause as he listens before talking into the phone) What? Okay, I’ll be right there! (snapping phone shut)

Drake: Austin! No…

Austin (rising from the bed): I’m sorry, Babe. We’re gonna have to finish this up another time.

Drake: What’s so important?

Austin: That was Mike Kirkland at the office. There’s a problem, and only I can fix it. One of our major clients needs—

Drake (brushing him off): Whatever!

Austin (having pulled up his slacks, coming over to kiss Drake): I promise I’ll make this up to you.

Drake (pouting): Okay.

Austin: I can tell how excited you were to finish. (winking) I’ll get back just as soon as I can. (kissing him and leaving Drake, sour-faced and partially upset that he didn’t get any oral action done on him)

NONDESCRIPT DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES WAREHOUSE, RAVE SPOT

Blink182’s “Dammit”  plays as Justin inhales a quick smoke of weed, jumping to the beating music of the rave. It had been nearly three hours since his escape from Brendon and Nathan’s home. The beeping on the ankle monitor had stopped, and this put him under the false impression that he was in the clear. He had hitchhiked a ride out of the Hollywood Hills from one of his old Hollycove Prep classmates, who happened upon him when he was on Mulholland Drive. His friend was on his way to a monster rave, and as it was his birthday, Justin felt he couldn’t miss out on it. The crowd’s energy in the warehouse was amazing. The strobe lights, smoke, and bouncing revelers in the mosh pit added to the overall marvel. He saw that some people were taking ecstasy pills as well, and when he finished his joint, he passed it to the girl next to him, who took a quick puff of it. She was a flaming beauty with a slick figure, and he couldn’t resist the urge to introduce himself to her in hopes of getting lucky.

Justin: I’m Justin.

Enid (shouting over the loud music): My name’s Enid.

Justin: Nice to meet you, Anita.

Enid (over loud music): it’s Enid.

Justin (holding hand to his mouth to shout): Isn’t this the shit?

Enid (shouting): Yeah, it’s cool. I like went to one in NYC. It was wicked.

Justin (not hearing her well): What?

Enid (continuing to shout): You come to these a lot?

Justin (shouting): Nah! It’s my birthday.

Enid: Happy Birthday! (continues jumping to the loud music and removes her camisole) Let’s dance!

They danced in tune to the throbbing beat of the music, her touch very intoxicating to him. He got a boner just being that close to her, their sweaty flesh rubbing against each other. He couldn’t hear her that well over the loud music, and suggested they go to the roof to get some air. It was when they were moving through the crowd that he made a pass to kiss her, but she moved her head, and he missed the chance, but then she said something encouraging, which he miraculously could make out over the ubiquitous loud music.

Enid (moving her mouth toward his): You’re quite cute.

Justin: And you’re pretty hot.

Enid (kissing him): Thanks.

Justin pinned her against the nearest wall. She didn’t seem to mind, though he knew she was under the influence of some substance. They made out some more, and she barely spoke as his hands tried to run the full length of her body. She continued kissing him, her mind on a psychedelic trip. She looked out into the crowd of revelers and saw something phantasmagoric, someone that got her heart racing into overdrive. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets as the shock gripped her body, causing her to fall to the ground. Upon seeing her faint, Justin crouched to the floor beside her and tried to revive her, erratically shaking her, his first fearful thought that she had overdosed. Freaking out, he didn’t know what to do, and didn’t get much of a chance to think more on it, for at that precise moment he saw Nathan and Brendon approach him, a police cop close behind them.

He tried to flee but was unsuccessful. Needless to say that the rave was soon busted by the cops, and the last image Justin saw of the warehouse was the poor girl being loaded into the back of an ambulance.  Yes, indeed, some birthday this has turned out to be!

HOLLYCOVE TRIBUNE HEADQUARTERS, OWNER’S OFFICE, LATE EVENING

Rodrigo stood across the desk from his superior Gus, who was elated with what he had been brought. Vittoria’s diary sat prominently in view on the desk between them along with the translations Callum had provided Rodrigo.

Gus: Rodrigo, you do realize this is big news. Bigger than Monica or Heidi! If this is legit, we’ll be on the top with this. Not even The Times knows about this.

Rodrigo: What about my—

Gus: Don’t you worry about that. I’ll make sure get credit for the story.

Rodrigo: Thanks.

Gus: You could have gone to other tabloids with this and made some good cash.

Rodrigo: Nah, Gus, I’m a loyal guy.

Gus: That’s what I want to hear, Rodrigo. I always want a loyal guy in my court. The only guy I wouldn’t want next to me is Brendon Roberts. Tomorrow’s gonna hurt big time for him.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EVENING

After his meeting with Jeremy, Callum had gone to the solarium where Godfrey “shooed” him away, indicating that the situation between him and Priscilla was under control. He next went to the kitchen and made a nice cup of chamomile tea to calm his nerves before retiring early for the night. It was only about nine, and he wanted to go kiss Edward goodnight, and in leaving his room, he tripped over Talon’s carry-on suitcase, which he had prematurely packed, thinking that they were returning to Britain soon. He had apparently forgotten to zip the compartments, for the contents of it spilled onto the floor.

Callum’s eyes fell onto a small photo album, which he picked up, seeing an image of himself. He flipped through it, a smile breaking upon his face, realizing they were photos from nearly a decade ago when he and Talon were Oxford students. In addition to those university photos, he saw pictures of their weekend trips to Manchester and the ensuing fun on Canal Street, their adventurous spree to Blackpool, and the photos of their treasured, relaxing holiday on the English Riviera in Devon—Talon spread out on the beach, futilely sunbathing. Oh, Talon, those were the days. You’d call them the “pre-Gavin” era. I’ll admit we were so happy then.

Callum tried to put the little album back into the suitcase compartment when out fell Talon’s passport, and he naturally couldn’t resist taking a look in it. Damn, he’s such a fit bloke. I envy anyone who takes good photos in government-issued documents. The passport looked in pristine condition as it was a new one issued a little over a year ago. He thumbed through the pages, seeing that Talon had done much traveling in this short period, his eyes catching a series of stamps that seized his full attention. He saw the one that signified Talon’s unexpected trip to Belgium to crash his wedding to Gavin, but it was two additional trips that caused Callum to draw in his breath.

Talon had coincidentally made a trip to Australia, which was where he and Gavin had spent their honeymoon. This was not as unsettling as the stamp that indicated Talon had been in the exact same part of the world when Gavin had been lost at sea.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, LATE EVENING

Estrella had made it home much later than she had expected. She had not felt well since leaving the charity function, her mind worried about Chloe and her libido reignited by Tristan. She unfortunately incurred the ire of the cabbie a few times when she demanded he pull over as she had got a brief spell of motion sickness. She also had made him stop at a few places along the way home, the old man carping that he wasn’t her personal chauffeur. She promised to handsomely finance him for the inconvenience. An hour later she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror.

It wasn’t such a bad day. I made a pass on Chloe. She turned me down, but at least I reconnected with Tristan. How ironic that I told him we make a great team together. It was then that Estrella took another look at the affirmative pink line on the pregnancy test she had taken several minutes ago. She snapped off the bathroom light and perfunctorily prepared for bed.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 25: “Revolutionary Revelations”

Cast of New Characters (for this episode)

Jeremy Dodd:  sagacious, late 60’s, grey-haired, former president and founder of LA Outrunners, paternal figure to many members, last seen in Episode 5

Dr. Kian Shoai:  handsome, Middle Eastern descent, late 30’s, dark features, professional behavior

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, EARLY MORNING

Drake stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and stretching, drawn to the room by the aroma of the food wafting throughout the house. Priscilla was at the stove, incongruously cooking in a well-tailored pantsuit, turning around with his entrance. He sat down in the chair, and she came over to him, maternally kissing his forehead and running her hands through his tousled hair.

Priscilla: Did you sleep well?  (seeing him nod, sets juice on table before him) Did you call Austin? I don’t want him worried about you.

Drake: I called and left him a message. He knows I stayed the night here.

Priscilla: Thank you again for that.

Drake: I wasn’t going to leave you alone in that state.

Priscilla (setting plate of omelets before him): I just hope your hubby isn’t jealous you spent the night with a sexy mama.

Drake: Knowing Austin as I do, he’s probably working on his presidential campaign. So what are your plans for the day?

Priscilla: I’m meeting with the attorney for the reading of the will.

Drake (seeing her visibly shaken): Do you want me to come with you?

Priscilla: You don’t have to babysit me.

Drake: I just feel like I only added to your grief last night with what I told you.

Priscilla: I’m glad you told me all you knew about that awful man Callum Sutcliffe. I just can’t believe he was blackmailing Peyton, and to think I warmly accepted his condolences at the funeral.

Drake: Yeah, that was prior to his turning it into a three ring circus.

Priscilla: Allison could have used more restraint. I know that some lesbians got all inspired by Hillary Swank in Million Dollar Baby, but Allison went too far, channeling her inner boxer.

At the reference to sports, the little television on the kitchen counter ironically began airing a commercial for the Beijing Olympics. Both Drake and Priscilla stopped their conversation, obviously thinking of Bralen.

Drake: It’s such a shame that Bralen is not there.

Priscilla: I actually spoke with his mother yesterday. She had called to offer her condolences. She’s pretty upset over what’s happened to him. I just don’t know what went wrong. Has he said anything to you?

Drake: He doesn’t want to talk about it, and I respect that.

Priscilla (sighing): Too bad we can’t pin this on Callum Sutcliffe.

KYLE’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, MORNING

Vertical Horizon’s “Best I Ever Had” plays as Kyle tosses in bed before the alarm clock goes off. He tried to ignore it, thinking that Heath will turn it off as he usually does. Realizing he’s not there, he sits up in bed and reaches over to Heath’s side to turn it off, running his hands through his hair. He picked up a portrait of the two of them, Heath giving a magnificent smile. Where did we go wrong? I miss you. I hope you know I love you no matter what. His mind went back to yesterday at the clinic. We may have a major hurdle before us, but we’ll get past it together. Heath’s going to need a lot of support. He touched the ring on his finger, the same one on Heath’s hand. He’s as much my lifetime partner as I’m ever going to get, and I’m not going to lose him to Tristan or some possible disease.

JEREMY DODD’S HOME, SANTA MONICA

Austin had checked the voicemail left by Drake. He was rather disturbed by what Bralen and Kyle had told him about the senior vote he needed to win the special election. He had completely forgotten the history of Los Angeles Outrunners and that Jeremy Dodd had founded the chapter three decades ago. Thinking it best to get to know this portion of the club, Austin began researching on Jeremy Dodd, finding an article on him in the online Outrunners newsletter archive. He learned that Jeremy was born in Austria, his family immigrating here in the wake of World War II, his older brother an unfortunate casualty of the Holocaust. Ever since he came into legal age, Jeremy had been a fierce social activist.

He called Jeremy to see if he was up for company at breakfast, and the old man accepted the offer. Austin had brought croissants, coffee, and other pastries over to the man’s home. To Austin’s surprise, Jeremy was delighted to see him in spite of the negative stuff Kyle and Bralen had led him to believe.

Jeremy: Austin, I must say I was surprised b y your call.

Austin: Well, I needed to see how our Outrunners’ founder was doing. I’ve only been a part of this chapter for a few months, and I—

Jeremy (finishing for him): —want to take it over.

Austin (taken aback): No, I just want to learn more about club history and involvement opportunities… and should that help with my campaign, that’ll be all the better.

Jeremy: I don’t know what to believe, Austin. I’ve heard some mixed remarks about you. However, if you really wish to be helpful, you can assist me with the opposition to Prop 8.

Austin: What’s that?

Jeremy: It’s the gay marriage ban here in California.

Austin: Well, what did you have in mind?

Jeremy: I would like to do a fundraiser. I’m sure there will be tons of money poured into this campaign from both sides, especially those on the far right.

Austin: I’m not so sure I should—

Jeremy: I’m aware that you’re a Republican, but the last time I checked, that’s not a sin although many of your party members think we are sinful.

Austin: Look, Jeremy, I’ve been called a walking contradiction, but I do believe in basic human rights. I shouldn’t be crucified because I support conservative politics. None of you crucify Callum for thinking this country should be run by Queen Elizabeth.

Jeremy: This is precisely why I detest politics. It’s a very touchy issue, especially among gays.

Austin: Anyway, back to the fundraiser—

Jeremy: Well, for many years I have been unsuccessful at convincing the LA Cinema Society to put on a queer cinema screening night at the Hollywood Forever Cemetery—you know during the summer they play classic Hollywood movies there. (noticing Austin’s expression) Yeah, I know it sounds strange, but that’s LA for you to play movies in a cemetery with all the audience camped out among the graves. I say all that because I would like to have an outdoor gay movie night as the fundraiser.

Austin (nearly laughing at the senile man):  Th-That sounds great. So you really want to have it at that Hollywood cemetery? That might be an obstacle.

Jeremy: I want to have it near the beach here in Santa Monica. I was thinking on the Will Rogers Pier, which as you know is less crowded than the Santa Monica Pier and besides that, the S.S. Camaraderie, the once-premier gay club here on the coast, will be reopening soon. I’m good friends with the new owner, and I’m sure this would be a great tie-in.

Austin (sotto voce): Maybe the old bag of bones is onto something. (aloud) Have you thought about the movies you want to show?

Jeremy: I was thinking Brokeback Mountain.

Austin nearly vomited at the suggestion as if every gay person had to love that movie. He personally hated musicals, haute couture, and all the other things that supposedly comprised membership in the gay community. Jeremy must have caught Austin’s sour reaction.

Jeremy: Do you have a problem with that?

Austin (his cunning mind at work, not wanting to upset the man): No, it’s just that I think that card has been played one too many times for the cause of gay rights.

Justin: So what did you have in mind?

Austin (his razor-sharp mind taking him back to his morning research): Well, gays are humans, too, and this whole campaign is about human rights. I think Bent would be a better choice.

That should impress the old geezer… a Holocaust movie about gays that should appeal to both sides of his identity, and it’s an ill-fated love story like Brokeback Mountain but with more heart wrenching historical relevance.

Jeremy: Austin, I’m speechless. That’s an absolutely perfect choice!

Austin: You can thank my husband Drake. He has an entire movie collection devoted to Clive Owen, and it was the first film where he took notice to him. Besides, the film would really remind people of the struggles gays have gone through.

Jeremy (smiling): Austin, I’m really impressed. I would really like your assistance. I like how you’re able to think quickly on your toes. With your input, I’m sure this could be a success.

I’m in like Flynn with this guy. I’ll win him over along with the senior vote and soon I’ll have the presidency as well.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MORNING

Justin had opened his eyes and rose from the bed with great excitement as it was the start of a special day. He rushed to shower, get dressed, and was heading downstairs to the kitchen when he heard familiar voices. It was Kyle, Nathan, and Brendon. He tried to eavesdrop on their conversation.

Brendon: Kyle, what brings you by so early?

Kyle: I needed to ask you both about Vittoria Morelli.

Nathan: The woman who—

Kyle: Killed Peyton. Yes, that would be her. She’s responsible for his death, the attacks on Allison and Chloe, and now we know she attacked you two in Griffith Park.

Nathan: What!

Kyle: The attempted murder weapon—a crowbar in this case—was found in her apartment. It had not only her fingerprints on it, but samples of you guys’ blood were pulled from the weapon.

Nathan (flabbergasted): Oh my God! But why?

Kyle: That’s what the department wants to know. Do either of you know why she would want to intentionally harm you?

Brendon and Nathan (looking at each other): No.

Kyle: Well, I’ll let Milton know. It’s not officially my case, and he’d wring my neck if he knew I was interrogating you. (to Nathan) So how are things with you two? I’m glad you two are back together.

Brendon (ostensibly putting his hand on Nathan’s knee): It was a long time coming.

Kyle: What are you two going to do about Justin?

Brendon: He’s grounded and under house arrest. He’s got that ankle monitor on.

Kyle: What about military camp? Did you speak with my contact?

Brendon (smugly): He’s being shipped off next week.

At the reference to this late development, Justin rushed back to his room, making as much noise as humanly possible. It had been an awful start to his worst birthday ever!

RODRIGO’S APARTMENT, HOLLYWOOD, MORNING

Rodrigo was in his cramped, dingy Hollywood apartment with one of his goon friends, whom he had called to come over immediately.

Rodrigo: You fucked up! Just admit it.

Goon: No, Rodrigo, we didn’t. We did what you said. We roughed up that guy.

Rodrigo: Bullshit! I saw him in the bar the other night, and he looked fine to me.

Goon: Look, Dawg, we did what you said. It was the black-haired fool that came out that apartment.

Rodrigo: I’m telling you (interrupted by the ringing of his cell). Hello—Mr. Sutcliffe—uh—yes, I’ll be right there. (snapping the phone shut) Shit! I gotta go! We’ll talk about this later.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MORNING

Callum: For the last bloody time, Talon, I’m not going back home just yet.

Talon: Why not? You promised me yesterday that we would go home once the case is closed. I have it on good authority that it’s about to be closed.

Callum: Why is it so important to you that we leave? I know you’re concerned about security, but I hired several guards for the estate.

Talon (advancing upon him): I just want to protect you. You should know how I cherish this body (kissing the nape of his neck and putting his lips to Callum’s ears) I want you so badly. The last time I had you—

Callum (pulling away): You nearly destroyed my marriage. I can’t do this to Gavin again.

Talon: He’s dead, Callum. I’m sure he wouldn’t care that you’re “moving on” with your life.

Callum: You never approved of us together. Why couldn’t you just be happy for us… for me?

Talon: Because I know you loved me when you were with him.

Callum: Why are we having this conversation? I love my husband and I’m remaining faithful to his memory. End of!

Talon: Why start now? Your marriage didn’t exactly start out on faithful terms. You were in bed with me the morning of the nuptials.

Callum (gesturing to raise his hand to slap): You—

Talon: Don’t go all Scarlet O’Hara on me. You do know she loved Rhett even though she claimed not to.

Callum: Talon, I need for you to understand—

Talon: And I need for you to understand to me (taking Callum’s hand and pulling toward his groin) and my needs. I have practiced so much reserve since I’ve been here. I need you, Callum.

Callum (feeling Talon’s hardness, his own breathing becoming shallow): T-Talon, please. I-I can’t—

Talon (pulling him closer): You know I love it when you beg.

Callum (pulling away): I can’t do this. I don’t want to tease you like this.

Talon (angrily throwing hands up): What is it? Why can’t we get back to the way things were?

Callum: I love Gavin.

Talon: You love me.

Callum: The fact of the matter is I shouldn’t have been with either of you. I come from a different background than the both of you.

Talon: You’ll have to explain that. I know that Gavin comes from real wealth. His late father—(speaking in an effectuated, haughty accent) the elder Lord Armitage very nearly became Prime Minister. Could you have imagined him rather than Maggie running the government?

Callum: Need I remind you that I was in nappies when Maggie was running the government.

Talon: Oh, yes, you probably had just started walking during the Falklands fiasco. Sometimes I keep forgetting your age, which is yet another major difference between you and Gavin—nearly two decades to be exact.

Callum: My age was never a problem with him.

Talon: Except when it came down to cultural references. His generation was Olivia and Madonna. Ours is Kylie.

Callum: Well, he did have her perform at our wedding. That was quite the surprise outside of your visit.

Callum was spared the ardor of reliving that trying moment with Godfrey’s entrance into the room to announce that Rodrigo had arrived. Callum said to send him in. Talon looked at Callum with hungry eyes. Callum wanted to touch him, kiss him, feel the stubble of his facial hair… feel him in the worst—or  rather best—way, feeling him inside him. The thought had excited Callum’s libido so much that he even felt the beginning of an erection in his pants. Fortunately, Rodrigo came into the room, and Talon soon took his leave.

Callum: Good morning, Rodrigo.

Rodrigo: I know what this is about, Mr. Sutcliffe. I’m really sorry about that last assignment. I’ll handle that guy.

Callum: Don’t worry about Tristano. I have something more pressing.

Rodrigo (eagerly): You finally want me to take care of that bitch! I saw what she did to you yesterday.

Callum: No, Rodrigo, it’s not about her. Allison will pay for what she’s done, but I’m getting her where it hurts the most. What I called you over for has to do with a really big story.

Rodrigo: What? I don’t understand.

Callum: You’re studying journalism, right? Well, I have something major (going over to his desk and withdrawing what looks like a book from one of the drawers) for you. (handing it to Rodrigo)

Rodrigo: What’s this?

Callum: Vittoria Morelli’s diary.

Rodrigo: The woman who tried to kill you?

Callum: She’s also responsible for the arson and attacks in Griffith Park.

Rodrigo: Really?

Callum: You’ll know why when you read what’s inside. This could very well be your big break, Rodrigo. What’s in that diary will—

Rodrigo (cutting him off): I can’t read all of it. This is written –

Callum: —in Italian. I had assumed since you were of Latin descent that you might be able to read it. Shame on me! Anyway, I suppose you’ll need the translations. (walking back to desk) There you go… all the evidence you need.

Rodrigo: Evidence?

Callum: Why, yes, silly! Don’t you know this is evidence that will also bring down one of my other attempted murderers?

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, MORNING

Estrella had put on the tightest outfit in her wardrobe—one which accentuated all the curves in her body. She applied her signature red lipstick and slipped her feet into the stiletto heels. She looked at herself in the mirror and nearly frowned. While she looked stunning, she felt queasy in her stomach. It was all the stress that Callum placed on her, forcing her to go after Chloe in her vulnerable state. I’m surprised the bastard didn’t want me to show up on her doorstep with his son just to freak her out. I can’t believe I’m doing this, even though a part of me really wants to. She put on her sunglasses. Her thoughts went back to the intimate moment shared between her and Chloe. Maybe it’ll happen again.

Half an hour later saw her on the doorstep of Allison and Chloe’s home. She fortunately had arrived in time to see Allison pull out the driveway and speed off in the direction of the hospital. The coast was clear. She stepped outside her car and walked across the street to the house and rang the doorbell.

Sophie B Hawkins’ “Damn I Wish I Was Your Lover” begins playing as Chloe opens the door.

Chloe (thinking it was Allison): What did you forget this—time? Estrella! (taking in the sensuous spectacle before her) W-What?

Estrella: I came to see you. I-I couldn’t stay away. I needed to see you.

Chloe: I don’t understand.

Estrella: May I come in?

Chloe: I’m not sure that’s a good idea.

Estrella: Are you worried that I may come onto you?

Chloe: N-No. I just don’t want Allison—

Estrella (brushing past her): Don’t worry about her.

Chloe: I have to. We’re sort of back together, and I don’t want to mess it up.

Estrella: Are you that insecure around me?

Chloe: Look, Estrella, you said it yourself. What we did was a terrible mistake.

Estrella (seductively approaching her): Was it really? It felt so right.

Chloe (backing away): I know, but it’s different now. I’m committed to Allison.

Estrella (sitting down on chair and crossing her sexy legs): Is she as committed to you? It seems she’s more concerned with violently attacking Callum Sutcliffe.

Chloe (her eyes greedily glued to Estrella’s legs): Sh-She’s getting help for that.

Estrella: You would tell me if she attempted something like that with you?

Chloe: Allison would never treat me like that.

Estrella (rising): And neither would I. You’re much too beautiful and special to be mistreated and neglected.

Chloe (backing away again): Listen, Estrella, I think you had better go now. I—(tripping over the loveseat and falling to the floor)

Estrella rushed over to her, Chloe seeing her gorgeous legs moving in unity toward her. At her low vantage point, Chloe could also see that she was not wearing any underwear. Chloe’s heart began racing and nearly burst from her ribcage when Estrella’s hand grasped hers and yanked her from the ground. The force was too sudden for Chloe to maintain her balance, and her weight fell against Estrella, knocking them both backwards onto the couch. Chloe was atop Estrella, looking into her brown eyes and the beauty of her angelic face, highlighted by her voluptuous ruby lips. It was when that mouth raised a few inches to touch hers that Chloe briefly gave into temptation. When she felt Estrella’s tongue, she tried to move away, but the woman had wrapped her arms around her to prevent her easy escape. Trying to resist the urge to grind her hips into those of the flaming siren, Chloe used both her hands to wrench herself free, a thin trail of saliva breaking to signify her victorious disentanglement.

Chloe (wiping her mouth): I would appreciate it if you would go. (firmer this time) I won’t repeat myself.

Estrella (rising from the couch): Okay, just know if you ever need me, I’m here for you. (going to the door and turning around) You know where I live.

At this dubious departure, both women had similar reactions. Closing the door, Chloe exhaled deeply, one hand put against her beating heart. Her body leaned against the door as she tried to recompose herself, content with her resolve to conquer temptation. On the other side of the door, Estrella likewise was trying to compose herself, suddenly feeling dizzy and weak in the knees. She rushed over to the bushes and unexpectedly threw up.

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, MIDMORNING

Priscilla had kissed Drake goodbye. They had just finished washing dishes together, and he wanted to get back home to Austin. He really is a doll. I hope everything works out between those two. Keeping secrets from each other is never the way to go in a relationship. She went to the bedroom where he had slept and was surprised to find he had made his bed, a smile immediately crossing her face. Now, that’s the type of boy I like, nice and orderly like my Peyton. No wonder he had a crush on him.

She glanced at her watch, gasped, and grabbed her purse as she was going to be late for her appointment with the attorney. When she opened the door, she was met with the beaming face of Jeremy Dodd, holding some flowers.

Priscilla (momentarily taken aback): Jeremy Dodd! I haven’t seen you in ages.

Jeremy: Well, I retired and am sadly much of a hermit now. Have I caught you at a bad time?

Priscilla (coming outside, closing the door behind her): Well, I was on my way to an important meeting.

Jeremy: I’ll make this quick.  (handing her the flowers) I’m just so saddened to hear of your loss. I’ve been out of town these past few weeks and only learned of this tragedy from an email sent by Austin Monroe. You should know that your son was a very special part of our club.

Priscilla (moving onto the sidewalk): Thank you very much, Jeremy. If that’s all—

Jeremy: Well, actually, I wanted to ask you something.

Priscilla (diplomatically sighing): Yes, what is it?

Jeremy: I’m putting on a fundraiser for the opposition to Prop 8, and I wanted your permission to have it done in Peyton’s memory. It would be stated in all press coverage. Would you be okay with that?

Priscilla (tears coming to her eyes): That’s a thoughtful gesture, Jeremy. Of course, I’m fine with it.

Jeremy (hugging her and planting a kiss on her cheeks): It’s the least I can do. Anyway, I had better let you get to your appointment. (pats her shoulder and leaves)

Priscilla still felt the kiss on her cheeks, the immediate thought that sprang to her mind: He’s still handsome for someone his age. Too bad he’d still rather have a George Burns than a Sofia Loren double like me.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Tristan had stayed out late and came back home around three in the morning. Heath only knew this because his sleep was interrupted when he heard voices in the other room. Feeling very weak, Heath hadn’t the energy to get out the bed but stayed there, waiting for Tristan to enter the bedroom to at least check on him. Another half-hour passed before Heath fell back asleep. When he awakened in the morning, Tristan was not in bed beside him nor was he sleeping in Vittoria’s room. What he did find were some empty bottles of rum on the coffee table and a pair of men’s boxers, which Heath’s neurotic mind instantly knew were not Tristan’s. Oh no! It’s happened. He’s moved onto someone else.

He went into the kitchen to make himself a quick breakfast. Where is he? He’s never up and out this early unless it’s for a race. Maybe he went to the store to get something for breakfast. Ten more minutes passed before Heath called his cell, and it went to voicemail, prompting him to madly run his hands through his hair. He then saw Kyle’s ring still on his finger. Oh, Kyle, what have I done? Even after all the shit I put you through, you still want to be with me. He was about to call Kyle when there came a knock at the door. It was Bralen.

Heath: Good morning.

Bralen (urgently coming inside): I need to talk to you.

Heath: Is it Tristan?

Bralen: What?

Heath (overanxiously): Were you with him last night?

Bralen: No, I was at home thinking about something Austin told me.

Heath (calming down): What’s that?

Bralen: He told me something disturbing about the day we tended the beer booth during Pride Weekend.

Heath (moving into the kitchen alcove): Yeah? What was that?

Bralen: He said I looked a bit disoriented that day.

Heath (begins cutting and chopping fruit): You were pretty out of it. It was probably just the heat.

Bralen: You know what else he said? He found a syringe filled with steroids in our booth after you left.

Heath (nearly cutting his finger): What?

Bralen: Is there something you want to confess, Heath?

Heath: I-I don’t know what you’re hinting at, but I don’t do any drugs, least of all steroids.

Bralen (cattily looking at Heath’s body): I’ll give you that much.

Heath: Look, Bralen, why don’t you just go? I’m not really in the mood for company.

Bralen: Don’t you want to know how Austin found out it was steroids?

Heath: Not really. I don’t see how any of that matters.

Bralen: It matters because it fucking messed up my life, and I know damn well I’m innocent in all this.

Heath: Look, Br—

Bralen: Why’d you do it, Heath?

Heath: Excuse me?

Bralen: What if I told you that Austin—in his sick, twisted mind—had that syringe tested by a chemist who proved the substance in it matched that found in my bloodstream?

Heath: Y-You should be taking this up with Austin.

Bralen: And what if I told you that the chemist kept that syringe that had fingerprints on it? (noticing a look of fear come over Heath’s face) I’m sure Kyle will run a check on the prints for me. Austin’s prints, the chemist’s prints, or maybe someone else’s will show up.

Heath’s wall of reticence began crumbling and he walked out the kitchen alcove like a zombie, drained of life. He sat on the couch, assuming a familiar position, his head falling into his cupped hands. Bralen silently sat across from him, witnessing this display of inner turmoil, and when Heath looked up, Bralen saw the same pained face that Heath had shown after his vicious attack.

Heath (teary-eyed): I-I didn’t mean—

Bralen: Why’d you do it, Heath?

Heath: Please try to understand—

Bralen: You fucking drugged me. What’s there to understand?

Heath: I just wanted Tristan to not want you.

Bralen (shouting): Tristan! This was about Tristan?

Heath: You were a threat—

Bralen: What the hell are you on? Don’t you realize what you’ve done? You’ve ruined my life… my chance at Olympic victory.

Heath: Bralen, I’m so sorry.

Bralen (rising and confrontationally approaching him): Do you know how hard it is for me to see and hear all these Olympic advertisements and know that I can never participate ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!

Heath (backing away on the couch cushions): Bralen, I-I’m—

Bralen (raising his hand as if to strike him): If you say you’re sorry, I swear I’ll knock you into next month. You’re only sorry you got caught.

Heath (having crouched into the couch corner): Bralen, you didn’t deserve this.

Bralen: And to think I helped you last week when I should have left you there lying on the ground. I was such a fool to trust you… (pause) and so was Kyle. You’re no good, Heath, and as far as I’m concerned (moving in to level his face with that of Heath’s) you got exactly what you deserved.

Heath (tears flooding his eyes): Bralen, please—

Bralen: You injected me with that stuff, and only God knows what you may have inside you.

Heath (pushing him away): Get out now!

Bralen (rising from the couch): You and Tristan belong together. You only care about yourselves. It’s me and Kyle who were the fools.

Heath (imploringly coming over to him at the reference to Kyle): Please don’t tell Kyle.

Bralen: If you hadn’t been victimized last week, I would slug you one right now. You don’t deserve Kyle’s sympathy or anyone else’s.

Heath: Please, Bralen, I’m begging you.

Bralen looked him squarely in the face and then moved to the door. Upon his leaving, Heath fell back to the couch, crying himself into frenzy. He wanted to be swallowed up into nothingness. There came a knock at the door soon. He rushed to answer it, finding a Hispanic male whose facial expression was one of total confusion upon seeing Heath. He quickly claimed he had gone to the wrong apartment. Heath went back to crying, and Rodrigo went away, knowing that his goons had done their job in roughing up the black-haired guy from that apartment, except there were now two black-haired guys and they had attacked the wrong guy.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EARLY EVENING

Nathan came into the kitchen, carrying grocery bags which he put on the counter. He kissed Brendon, who put down the phone and directed his full attention to his partner.

Brendon: You’re home early. I was just about to leave for the market.

Nathan: Well, I beat you to it. Besides, I—uh—got him something (gesturing to bags).

Brendon (pulling out cake from bags): How thoughtful of you, especially after all he’s put you through.

Nathan (wrapping his arms around Brendon): Correction, it’s all the stuff he’s put us through. We’re in this together, remember?

Brendon: Well, it was my decision to send him away against your wishes. I still can’t believe you want him to stay. You’re really too good a man, Nathaniel Moynihan.

Meanwhile, My Chemical Romance’s “Teenagers” plays upstairs as Justin successfully wrenches the window open. He threw his backpack onto the roof and climbed out onto it. He was only on the second story, and it looked like a safe jump to the ground, but then he saw the trellis and began stealthily climbing down it. There’s no way I’m being sent off. Upon reaching the ground, he took for the street. The exact second his foot touched the street pavement, Justin heard the sound of the alarm of his ankle brace going off. At that moment, he broke into the greatest spring of which his body was capable. He continued at this pace for several yards, driven by his urge to get as far away form his guardians.

He was sure they would soon be notified by the police of his leaving the property.  As he passed Callum’s palatial home, he thought of stealing onto that property, but it appeared he had upped the security. He would call him once he found shelter elsewhere. Sweat continued to break out on his back and face as he continued on his mission. Some birthday this has turned out to be.

DOCTOR KIAN SHOAI’S OFFICE, HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EVENING

Dr. Kian Shoai had just finished his last appointment and was taking notes.  There came a knock at his door, and as his secretary had already left for the day, he had to get up to answer it. The person on the other side was his good colleague, Dr. Allison Trudeau. She was happy to see his bright, beaming face as he welcomed her into his office. Taking a seat across from him, she twiddled her thumbs as he finished stacking his papers and putting them away.

Allison: Have I come at a bad time?

Dr. Shoai: No, not all. I was finishing some paperwork. (pause) There, I’m done. Now you called me yesterday, urgently needing to see me. What seems to be the problem?

Allison (sighing): Where do I begin?

Dr. Shoai: I know you’ve been through much… Chloe’s miscarriage, your injury, and now Peyton’s death. It really hit us all hard.

Allison (raking her hands through her hair): I miss him so much. He was such a great professional… and had so much going for him.

Dr. Shoai: I hope his memorial service gave you some closure.

Allison: Actually, it didn’t. It’s only made things worse.

Dr. Shoai: How’s that?

Allison: Everything in here is confidential, right? (getting the nod from Dr. Shoai) I ended up attacking someone at the funeral.

Dr. Shoai: What?

Allison:  it was the man responsible for Peyton’s death and Chloe’s miscarriage. (her hands tightening on the handles of the chair) He’s caused nothing but trouble since he’s—

Dr. Shoai: Excuse me, Allison, but you physically assaulted this man?

Allison: Callum Sutcliffe.

Dr. Shoai: The famous writer?

Allison: Yes, that would be the one.

Dr. Shoai: You say that he’s the origin of your misfortunes.

Allison: Kian, he has tried everything to harm those important to me.

She began cataloguing all the trials she had experienced courtesy of her vendetta against Callum from the moment she first met him in the hospital. She spared no gory detail and told him of all she had done to protect everyone dear to her and to get him out all their lives, including her trip to Britain and her pact with Talon Prescott. She referenced how Chloe’s accident left her mentally and emotionally vulnerable. This whole tale lasted half an hour, leaving Dr. Kian Shoai practically enthralled by the story. When she finished, Allison asked for water, and he rose to get her some.

Dr. Shoai (pouring water into cup): That’s an incredible story, Allison. You’ve really sacrificed much in your battle against Mr. Sutcliffe. Do you feel it worth your relationship with Chloe?

Allison: Kian, I just can’t walk away from this. He’s on a mission.

Dr. Shoai (handing her the cup and sitting down): From all you’ve told me, it seems he’s not on a mission to personally terrorize you.

Allison: I beg your pardon. He’s done everything in his power to—

Dr. Shoai: Break up Nathan’s relationship, not yours, right? It seems you’re just an obstacle in his way. What if you were to take yourself out of the—

Allison (indignantly rising): No! Not a chance in hell! I thought you were supposed to be helping me, Kian.

Dr. Shoai: Calm down, Allison. I am trying to help you. Now you told me that Chloe is concerned that your vendetta against Mr. Sutcliffe is not about the security of your relationship but rather your avid protection of Nathan Moynihan.

Allison: This is not about Nathan!

Dr. Shoai: I think it may be about him. You told me that this vendetta began when you caught Mr. Sutcliffe inappropriately kissing Mr. Moynihan in the hospital and then it has since escalated into physical altercations—

Allison (defensively putting out hands): Kian, I don’t need you to repeat everything I’ve told you. I know what happened.

Dr. Shoai (taking a deep breath): Allison, I’m going to ask you something very important, and it’s essential that you’re really honest with me.

Allison (biting her lip): Okay.

Dr. Shoai: What exactly are your feelings for Nathan Moynihan?

Allison: I told you we’re best friends and have been so for over thirty years.

Dr. Shoai: That’s not what I meant. How do you feel about him?

Allison: I feel for him like any friend would. I only want him to be safe and happy.

Dr. Shoai: So it’s purely platonic?

At that moment, Allison’s mind flashed back to the image of giving Nathan mouth to mouth resuscitation, her lips planted against his, breathing life back into him. And then she recalled last night when she had seen Nathan’s face as he and Chloe made love. Apparently, these thoughts had taken hold of her for a considerable period, for Dr. Shoai had to snap his fingers to awaken her from the trance into which she had fallen.

Dr. Shoai: Allison? Are you still with me?

Allison: I—uh—I’m sorry. W-What were you saying?

Dr. Shoai: I had asked you about your feelings for—(pauses as he sees Allison reach for tissues on the table beside her as her face contorts into one of pressing emotion). Are you all right?

Allison: Kian, I don’t know how to say this, but I think I’m falling in love with Nathan.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EVENING

Callum finished his early dinner alone. Talon had called to say he would be home late as he and some coworkers were attending some charity function in downtown Los Angeles. He had just finished his last bite of pheasant when Godfrey entered to announce that Priscilla Ashland had come to visit and was in the reception area. Wiping his mouth with the napkin, he rose and went to meet the woman.

Callum: Good evening, Mrs. Ashland. To what do I owe the honor of your visit?

Priscilla: I have a bone to pick with you!

Callum (taken aback): I beg your pardon.

Priscilla: You should be begging for my forgiveness for everything you did to my son.

Callum: What?

Priscilla: I know all about your blackmailing.

Callum: I see you’ve spoken with Allison, Drake, or any number of Outrunners who hold personal grudges against me. I can guarantee you, Mrs. Ashland, that whatever they told you is simply a fabrication.

Priscilla: Don’t insult my intellect, Mr. Sutcliffe. I know there was something going on between you and Peyton.

Callum: If you must know, he and I—well, you know— (pause)

Priscilla: You fucked him!

Callum: Actually, it was the other way around. (going red in the face) Now, Mrs. Ashland, if that’s all (trying to guide her to the door)

Priscilla: Take your hands off me or I’ll scream bloody murder!

Callum (reactively putting distance between himself and her): What the hell is wrong with you?

Priscilla: You! That’s what wrong! You took my son away from me, and now you want to take everything else away from me.

Callum: What the hell are you blathering about? I’m not trying to take anything away from you.

Priscilla: Then would you care to explain why my Peyton left everything in his will to your son?

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 24: “Funeral Games”

Tal Bachman’s “If You Sleep” opens this episode, as many of the funeral gatherers attempt to recover from the fiasco that disturbed the solemn nature of the service. Upon seeing the source of the commotion, Priscilla pushed past Drake to rush over to her son’s graveside, losing her balance along the way and falling to the ground. Several arms reach to help her up, but it was Austin’s hand that she grasped. She could not hold back her tears any longer and emotionally broke down before them all. Drake had his eyes on her purse, which landed a few feet from her. He darted for it, eager to get what it hid, but suffered defeat when another mourning female picked it up to hand to Priscilla.

By that point, Nathan was helping Callum from the pit. From a distance, Rodrigo had watched the spectacle of Allison assaulting Callum, and he cracked his knuckles in fury. Chloe was crying as she stood behind Kyle, who had a firm grip on Allison. Bralen came over to help, but his attention was distracted by Chloe, whose crying had seemed to intensify with the spectacle of Allison and Callum in combat. Kyle escorted Allison off the graveyard, hoping to calm her down. Brendon stood solemnly with the rest of those gathered. He felt absolutely terrible for his part in the whole disaster and managed to keep a distance from Callum, although he was quite perturbed when Nathan rushed over to Callum’s assistance. Once order was restored, the funeral ended ten minutes later with Peyton’s interment into his final resting place.

Brendon frantically looked around for Nathan, not seeing him anywhere. Maybe he’s with Allison. Oh, no, he’s still with Callum

Callum: You’re my hero once again, rescuing me from Allison’s fury.

Nathan: I honestly don’t know what’s got into her. She’s a totally different person.

Callum: Well, all our feelings are raw right now. I just feel so bad, disrupting the service. I genuinely wanted to say a few good words about Peyton.

Nathan: I know. Anyway, I should—(gesturing toward Brendon in the distance)

Callum: Are you?

Nathan: Yes, we’re back together. I-I had been meaning to tell you these past few days, but I’ve been so busy back at Hollycove Prep. I’m sure you read in the press that Justin recanted his allegations.

Callum: That’s wonderful, Nathan.

Nathan: Listen, I hope you’re not upset. I-I know that I kissed you on the pier, but Brendon and I made up just the next day. He’s apologized for siding with Justin. I was actually coming to tell you that this morning when I caught you in your kitchen.

Callum (blushing): I’m really sorry you saw that.

Nathan (smiling): It’s okay. So who’s this lucky guy and when do I get to meet him?

Callum: He’s just an old mate from Oxford.

Nathan: Well, that was some reunion you two were having. I’m just glad you’ve moved on. Well, I had better get back to Brendon.

Callum: Yeah, you wouldn’t want him jealous.

Nathan: He’s still a bit upset over what happened between us, but I told him he has nothing to worry about. Hey, why don’t you invite your friend to come over to our place sometime for drinks?

Brendon (coming over): Am I interrupting something?

Callum: No, Nathan was just inviting me over to your place for drinks. (seeing Brendon’s expression) but I was about to respectfully decline. (turning to Brendon) I have some engagements to attend to after the funeral. Besides, I have made some promises to certain people and I intend to keep them.

Brendon (putting his arm around Nathan): Well, we certainly don’t want to keep you from that. (kissing Nathan)

Callum: Oh, that reminds me about Justin.

Brendon (trying to control his voice): What about him?

Callum: Where is he?

Nathan: He’s back home.

Callum: You think that’s a good idea?

Brendon: Why wouldn’t it be?

Nathan: I think Callum is still upset over his car, and I don’t blame him. Justin needs to be taught there are consequences for his actions.

Brendon: Look, I don’t need the two of you ganging up on me about him. (turning to storm away)

Nathan: Brendon! (to Callum) I’m sorry. I need to see to him.

Callum looked at Nathan’s retreating figure going in search of Brendon. His attention was soon drawn to another couple standing near a tree. They looked to be engaged in an argument. Callum could only smile to himself.

Allison (coming up to Chloe, leaning against a tree): Chloe, honey?

Chloe (tears in her eyes): Who are you?

Allison: What?

Chloe: You’re not the woman I fell in love with. She would never get so violent.

Allison: Chloe, if you had heard what he was saying.

Chloe: I don’t care, Allison. You could have killed him with that shovel. So far I’ve only heard of your altercations with him, but this is the first time I’ve actually seen you act this way. You’re really starting to scare me. (beginning to move away)

Allison (grabbing her arm): Chloe!

Chloe (jerking away): Don’t touch me. I don’t know what you’ll possibly do to me.

Allison: Oh, Chloe, please don’t talk like that.

Chloe: I can’t talk to you right now. (walking away)

Allison: Chloe!

Chloe (turning around): You told me I needed help. I think it’s you who needs it more.

Chloe rushed in the opposite direction, bumping into Bralen in her haste to get away. He nearly fell to the ground, but Kyle prevented him from falling all the way.

Bralen: Has Allison rubbed off on her? She didn’t even say “sorry.”

Kyle: I think all this is a shock to her. Losing her baby, losing Peyton, and now witnessing Allison really losing her temper.

Bralen: I still don’t know why Callum showed up. It’s not like he really knew Peyton.

Kyle (dramatically clearing his throat): I have it on good authority from a coworker that their relationship went way beyond the professional. (winking)

Bralen (realizing Kyle’s reference): Ohhh! (suddenly feeling remorse for nearly crossing such a line with Kyle) Uh, Kyle, about the other night. I’m really sorry.

Kyle: Bralen, you don’t have to keep apologizing. You were drunk.

Bralen (turning red in the face): So have you seen Heath lately?

Kyle: I’m going round there soon to take him to the clinic.

Bralen: I tried to get him to go to the doctor, but he wouldn’t.

Kyle (sighing): I know. It’s been over three days since he was attacked. I can’t get him to report it.

Bralen: Can’t you just start the investigation?

Kyle: I wouldn’t know where to start. I spoke with the Hawk Eye manager, and he wasn’t on site when the crime happened. Did you see anyone?

Bralen: No, I only saw Heath, lying on the ground like I described him to you.

Kyle: The longer he doesn’t report it, the harder the case will be. (balling his fists) I just need him to describe the bastards to me.

Bralen: Calm down, Kyle. I’m sure he’ll come to his senses. I know you can get to him.

Kyle: I hope so. It’s killing me to see him go through this alone.

Bralen: You really love him?

Kyle: I never stopped loving him.

Austin (coming over): So what are you two canoodling about over here? Shouldn’t you be heading to the repast—

Kyle: I think you should concern yourself with your campaign.

Austin: Why? I’ve got it in the bag, especially after another of Allison’s stunts just now. This truly reflects poorly on the club’s current leadership.

Bralen: Well, you stepped on some people’s toes when you sent out that email expressing condolences over Peyton’s death and signing it as “Outrunners President.”

Austin: Whom did I offend?

Kyle: Jeremy Dodd for one.

Austin: Jeremy? That old geezer!

Bralen: Well, that old geezer as you call him was the original founder of the Los Angeles chapter of Outrunners.

Austin (nonchalantly): Oh, no matter.

Bralen: You ageist bastard!

Kyle: I wouldn’t try to piss off Jeremy. He represents a good portion of the over-50 crowd, which you’ll need to win if you seriously think you’ll be the new president.

Austin: Don’t tell me how to run my campaign. Just keep a leash on Allison.

Kyle: Go to hell, Austin. (walking away)

Austin (turning to Bralen): The nerve of him talking to me like that.

Bralen (looking him square in the eye): You know you can go to hell.

Austin: Oh, Bralen, you’re such a dunce, not realizing that you’re the main reason I started this campaign in the first place.

Bralen: Excuse me?

Austin: Yeah, I decided to run after I caught you with steroids.

Bralen: What are you talking about?

Austin (seeing Bralen’s confusion): During Pride Weekend, you were working the beer booth with Heath. I noticed you were under the influence of some substance. Little did I know it was steroids.

Bralen: What?

Austin: When Heath had to leave, I found you on the ground, nearly passed out.

Bralen: But that doesn’t prove anything. It was over 90 degrees that day. I was probably suffering from heat exhaustion.

Austin: I found a syringe next to your body. I had its contents tested and guess what it was.

Bralen: What are you talking about? This is my first time hearing any of this, and I really don’t care what you have to say. I don’t do drugs.

Austin: Then how did your test come back positive?

Bralen: How do you know about that?

Austin: Just who do you think tipped your coach to the fact you’re abusing performance enhancing drugs?

Bralen (shoving his hands into Austin’s chest): You bastard!

Austin: Hey, watch it!  I could strike you back, but it wouldn’t be a fair fight with you, would it?

Bralen (getting in his face): You don’t know what you’ve caused. Why didn’t you come to me first?

Austin: I had wondered how you came in first place at the Pride Run.

Bralen: Oh, so that’s what this is about. My kicking your ass in the Pride Run race! I knew your story was a bunch of bull.

Austin: Look, I could care less if you believe me or not. Maybe the syringe wasn’t yours, although I don’t know why Heath would need it.

Bralen: Heath? What’s he got to do with this?

Austin: Pay attention! You and Heath were the only ones in the booth. Maybe you two were sharing it—you for your “strength training” and Heath to keep up with Tristan’s stamina. (pause) Knowing the immoral nature of this club, I wouldn’t be surprised if you two were using it in prep for a threesome.

Bralen (punching him): You asshole! I won’t forget about this. (walking away)

Austin rose from the ground, dusted himself off, and looked around to see if anyone saw Bralen attack him, knowing that would be the boon to his campaign. He went in search of Drake, who had finally caught up with Priscilla, catching her as he was about to get into the car. She offered for him to get in with her. He agreed, got inside, and closed the door. There was a glass partition separating them from the driver. Drake assumed they could speak in private.

Drake: Mrs. Ashland, I can’t believe you—

Priscilla: I what? Watched it? Don’t you know that straight women love gay porn?

Drake: Please, I’m begging you.

Priscilla: This is all I have left of my Peyton.

Drake (smelling alcohol on her breath): He’s not even in it.

Priscilla: I often thought he would make a good porn star—no, wait—you lot like to be called “models.” Well, I’m sure Fabio never did any of the nasty stuff you guys did in that video. Was your husband in there with you? I didn’t recognize him, but then again I counted over 20 men.

Drake (his hand slyly reaching for her purse): Mrs. Ashland, I really—

Priscilla (snatching the purse away and putting it on the other side of the seat): You’re a slick one. (her fingers pinching his cheeks) I’ve got to watch out for you.

Drake: Look, I’ll pay for it.

Priscilla: What makes you think I need money? My son is leaving me a small fortune.

Drake: Then what do you want?

Priscilla (her hand falling onto Drake’s inner thigh): I thought you’d never ask.

Drake (grabbing her hand and removing it): I told you, Mrs. Ashland, I’m a married man.

Priscilla: Did you tell that to those twenty or so men who fucked the living daylights out of you? I’m sure that was a turn-on for them, trying to impregnate a married man.

Drake: Shhh! (gesturing to the driver behind the glass)

Priscilla: Oh, he can’t hear. Besides, he’s straight and wouldn’t patronize your smutty titles.

Drake (his resolve waning): Look, Old Woman, I either need that DVD or for you to keep quiet about it.

Priscilla: Why don’t you come back to my place later this evening and we can discuss arrangements.

Drake: For what?

Priscilla: My keeping quiet. I would like you to wear this (pulling out a thong from her purse) when you come by.

Drake: What the hell?

Priscilla: Don’t worry. I’m not going to cause you any trouble, Sweet Cheeks. I just want a little fun to end this mourning spell. (starting to cry)

Drake: I didn’t mean to sound so cruel.

He felt the woman’s head fall against his chest. He also felt her hand going between his legs. He could tell she was still crying. He had the perfect opportunity to get at her purse but opted to his put his other arm around her quivering body to offer her a warm hug. His soft side had once more got the best of him.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Simple Plan’s “Untitled” plays as Heath tossed and turned in the bed, trying to will himself to get another hour of rest. He had chosen not to go to Peyton’s memorial service, sending his condolences in the form of a card and floral arrangement to Priscilla. His morning had gotten off to a rocky start when Tristan wanted to have sex. Lying in bed together, Heath had felt Tristan’s hand near his groin. Tristan’s hand then came from under the covers and placed itself on the crown of Heath’s head, trying to pull him underneath the covers to give him a proper blowjob. This prompted Heath to make an excuse to go to the bathroom. I can’t really tell him the reason why I’m not in the mood. Yet I’m going to have to give into him since I know he might stray if he’s not satisfied that way. He deserves to be pleasured. He is my man after all, but I would creep out when he starts moaning and saying “oh yeah” like those bastards who…

Heath remained locked in the bathroom for another ten minutes even when Tristan began banging on the door. When he came out, Tristan looked at him really strange as if seeing him in this emotionally bruised state for the first time. The stare he gave Heath was unsettling.

Tristan (moving in to kiss him): What took you so long? I’m so horny. (his hands spanking Heath’s ass)

Heath: Tris—

Tristan (kissing his neck): Yeah, Babe.

Heath (feeling Tristan’s erection against his leg): I can’t do this.

Tristan: What? You want to play, right?

Heath: No, really, I’m not in the mood. (pushing him away)

Tristan (advancing upon him again): Come on, Heath. I need you right now, Babe. I-I feel so—

He had been about to say “lonely” when Heath firmly pushed him away and ran into the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. He then quickly threw on some clothing and rushed outside the apartment, leaving Tristan very bewildered and not knowing what to make of it. Heath rushed to the courtyard as fast as his legs carried him, wanting to weigh himself down with something very heavy, dive into the pool, and let the water take him away… away from Tristan’s overactive sexuality, away from Kyle’s pressing need to help him, and most of all away from his own guilt over what he had done to Bralen. Tears flowing from his eyes, he would have assuredly put thought to action had there not been children in the pool at that moment. He sat in one of the chairs and watched them playing in the pool under the close supervision of their guardian, who made sure they were in the shallow end. They looked so happy, splashing water at each other, their laughter flowing freely in the air. Heath thought about when he had wanted children. If it was a boy, he would have named it Kyle, a girl, Kylie.

He sat there another for another half hour, half expecting Tristan to find him and drag him back for the sex he demanded. I just couldn’t go through with it. I’m not ready to have him touch me. Luckily, the last few nights he’s been under the influence of alcohol, which in his case puts him to sleep quicker. But sooner or later I’ll have to do it or risk losing him. I can’t tell him the truth. It would really freak him out.

He went back to the apartment, finding Kyle just about to knock on the door. There was an awkward moment of silence between them. Their eyes looked at each other, Kyle’s surveying the pain in Heath’s and instinctively moving forward to give him a hug. A few yards away, Tristan was walking back to the apartment, having forgotten his mp3 player. After Heath’s strange rebuff and strange retreat from the apartment, he had wanted a quick run to burn off some of his stored energy. He had already run nearly two miles, but the entire time his mind was plagued with questions about Heath. His behavior has definitely changed a lot since Peyton’s death. I didn’t know he was that close to him, but why did he treat me that way? Something’s not right with him. He’s too distant. He should understand I’m grieving, too. I miss my best friend Vittoria so much. We always got into so much trouble together in Italia. Maybe I just need to talk to Heath. Vittoria always said I was a dog, a player… maybe I can do her memory some justice and become a changed man. Heath really loves me, and maybe I feel the same way about him.

It was during this point that he came back to the apartment, catching Heath and Kyle in a comforting embrace. What the hell! He can’t even touch me, but he’s willing to hold Kyle. And just why is he always around here? He was here the other day, and now I’m getting the feeling something’s going on between them. Tristan stood there from a distance and watched as Kyle entered his apartment along with Heath. He initially thought they were going inside to do something sexual, but they both came out minutes later and got into Kyle’s car. Oh, I see how it is. You want to have your cake and eat it, too. Well, two can play this game.

WEST LOS ANGELES CEMETERY

Talon had informed the Getty he would be taking the rest of the day off. It was shortly past lunchtime when he got the call, his eardrum nearly blown out by the anger.

Allison: What the hell are you doing? You told me you would handle him. Get him away from here!

Talon: Dr. Trudeau, I’m working on that.

Allison: Well, work harder! I want that bastard out of our lives!

Talon: I won’t have you calling him names. Frankly, I’m just as eager as you for us to leave. Between the violence shown by you on the beach and that by that nutter who took Dr. Ashland’s life, I’ve had my full share of this country! I love him too much to leave him here in harm’s way.

Allison: I don’t understand how you can love such a heartless—

Talon (cutting her off): is there some purpose for your ringing me other than launching into a tirade against Callum?

Allison: I need you to come here and get him before I kill him myself.

Talon: Where are you?

Allison: I’m at Peyton’s funeral. Callum should never have come here.

Talon: I’ll be there shortly. (snapping the phone shut)

He hated he had made this pact with her, but she had described Callum as being lovelorn and in need of someone when he had first met her in London a week ago. He had been at Armitage & Burnham Publishing headquarters in London when she had first entered the building, accosting the poor, unsuspecting receptionist Patty O’Leary, demanding to speak with a member of the Armitage family. Patty had naturally inquired about the reason, and when Allison had mentioned Callum, Patty’s eyes had gone aglow, for she was a notorious gossipmonger. Had not Talon been exiting the building at the time and overhead Callum’s name spoken by them, Patty would have launched into some egregious diatribe against Callum.

Talon: Pardon me, but did you just say Callum Sutcliffe?

Alliso (turning to face him): Yes, do you know him?

Talon: Yes, I know him quite well.

Patty: As you should, you—(phone ringing)

Talon: Would you mind getting that, Patricia? It is, after all, part of your job description. (turning to Allison) Pardon that interruption.  My name is Talon Prescott. I was Callum’s—(pausing) Is there a particular reason you need to speak with him? He’s not here.

Allison: I’m well aware of that, Mr. Prescott. He’s in Los Angeles, and it’s imperative I speak with a member of the Armitage family about him. They are his in-laws, right?

Talon: Yes, the whole spiteful lot of them.

Allison: It’s urgent I speak with them.

Talon (at once worried): Oh my God! Is something wrong with him?

Allison: What’s it to you?

Talon: Pardon me?

Allison: Why do you care?

Talon: Callum and I have a very close history together. I need to know if he’s well.

Allison: What type of history?

Talon (eyeing Patty): Why don’t we talk this over a cupper? I know a wonderful shop around the corner.

And so began my pact with the devil. At the time I thought she was just some American journalist looking to dig up dirt on him, but the more I spoke with her—and the more she pumped me for information—I knew there was more to the story. I foolishly told her of my background—Eton, Oxford, employment with the British Museum. She told me she was a respected surgeon in Los Angeles and that she wanted to know more of Callum’s background. I thoughtlessly gave it to her, his educational background and such, but it was when I came to talking of my romantic history with him that she looked very interested. She told of how she been on a fool’s mission to Somerset House, which once housed the national records—she had hoped to find background information on Callum. She kept much to herself but offered to put in a good word for me at the Getty should I come to Los Angeles to get Callum out of their lives. What exactly he had done she would not say. I agreed to the opportunity of seeing him again and reconnecting with him in hopes of rekindling the flame of our relationship. I had inquired if he were seeing someone in Los Angeles, and she gave a rather nebulous response that he wasn’t, and that I had the perfect chance. I told her that I would be coming to America for him, that I didn’t needed any money from her. I came from an upper middle-class family and the position at the Getty Museum would only be for the love of my archaeological studies. After what I had told her, I had soon learned she was very assertive.

Talon got the address of the church and cemetery from Allison and drove there, catching Callum just as he was about to leave.

Talon (rushing to him): My God, what happened to you?

Callum: That Amazon bitch pushed me into Peyton’s grave.

Talon (coming to hug him): Are you all right?

Callum: I’m fine. Nath—(catching himself) Godfrey was here to help me.

Talon: I wish you would hear me out on this. I really think we should go home. It’s not safe here for you or Edward. The events these past weeks prove that.

Callum: Tal—

Talon (interrupting him): What’s keeping you here? Is there someone else?

Callum: N-No.

Talon: Then we can leave?

Callum: As soon as the police have closed the case.

Talon (hugging him): Then I’ll call Detective Milton.  I just want us back home safe and sound. You mean absolutely too much to me, Callum. Did I ever tell you how much I love you?

Callum: If only I had a penny for every time—(his mouth suddenly feeling Talon’s upon it)

From a distance, Tristan saw this display of affection. He had decided to come to the graveside after everyone had left and was surprised to see Callum there with his arms around another man. Why should that bastard be happy when both Peyton and Vittoria are dead because of him? I knew he was blackmailing them both. That’s his M.O. Well, now he’s going to pay for what he did to me. You won’t enjoy your happiness for long, Callum.

WEST HOLLYWOOD CLINIC, LATE AFTERNOON

Kyle sat silently in the chair, tapping his foot as he waited for Heath to finish his appointment. He had been sitting there for nearly half an hour and was the only one in the waiting room. It was nearing closing time for the clinic, and Heath presently came through the door, looking possibly sadder than any other time. Kyle got up and went to him, hugging him.

Kyle: What did the doctor say?

Heath: He tested me for all the venereal diseases. He also gave me an HIV test, but I won’t know the results for a few months.

Kyle: Do you feel okay?

Heath: No, not really. It never dawned on me until I was in with the doctor that I-I may have—

Kyle (taking him farther into his arms for a great hug, his right hand cradling Heath’s head): It’s okay. We’ll get through this together.

Heath (pulling himself apart and looking into Kyle’s eyes): You mean that?

Kyle: I do. No matter what the outcome of those tests, I still care for you. I still love you.

Heath (trying to move away, but Kyle grabs his wrist): Oh, Kyle, I don’t—

Kyle (pulling him back): Look, I know I messed things up for us. I understand that you’ve moved on, but there’s a part of me that just can’t let you go.

Heath: I’m no good to anybody. (feeling something hard in his hand, covered by Kyle’s grasp) W-What?

Kyle: Would you wear it for me?

Heath (looking at the ring now in his palm, realizing it was the wedding ring he’d seen the day they split up) K-Kyle, I—

Kyle (moving in to give him a kiss): I’m not expecting anything in return. I-I just know that you (emotionally breaking down) should’ve been wearing this a long time ago. (holding his hand up to show Heath the matching band on his ring finger) Promise me you’ll at least think about it.

Heath (closing his eyes, imagining what life would have been like had they stayed together): Okay.

Heath slipped the ring on the appropriate finger and they left the clinic, Kyle holding the door open for him. Heath marched down the steps and lost his balance, coming into harsh contact with the concrete pavement. He skinned his arm, unleashing a small exclamation. Kyle rushed to him, but Heath pushed him away after seeing that there was blood.

Heath: I don’t want to make a bigger mess of your life than I already have.

Kyle (helping him up): Don’t be silly. Let’s go back inside and see if they can tend to this.

Heath (softly): Kyle?

Kyle (looking into his eyes): Yes?

Heath: Thank you again.

Kyle hugged him once more. From afar, Bralen had just crossed Melrose Avenue when he saw their interaction, his mind racing with thoughts over what Austin had recently told him. He had been so angered he had only stayed at the repast a few minutes as a show of support for Priscilla. He had left at that point and decided to go home. Just as he saw Kyle and Heath embrace, there came an announcement on the radio about the Beijing Olympics opening ceremony held in another day. Bralen nearly broke his hand trying to shut off the radio as his foot hit the accelerator. You’ll need Kyle’s protection, Heath, if you did what I hope to God you didn’t.

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, THAT EVENING

Drake had just finished his last round with the hoola hoop, the plastic toy hitting the floor as sweat rolled freely down his lean body, a thong the only article of clothing on him. He exhaled and fell down onto the soft cushions of the couch, where Priscilla stuffed another $20 note into the thong.

Drake: May I have it now, Mrs. Ashland?

Priscilla (pinching his cheeks): Call me Priscilla. And next time shake that ass more!

Drake: Well, may I have it now? Austin is going to start worrying about me. It’s getting late.

Priscilla: Would you stay the night?

Drake: I—uh—

Priscilla (grabbing the DVD and shoving it at him): Just go.

Drake: But Mrs. Ashland—(catching his error) I mean Priscilla.

Priscilla (rising from the couch): I won’t say anything, Drake. Your secret is safe with me.

Drake: Thanks. (putting clothing back on and taking the DVD case) Will you be fine?

Priscilla (turning around, her face a mess as the mascara has run with her tears): I’ll be okay. I have no reason to live.

Drake (coming to her): Oh, Priscilla.

Priscilla: You don’t know what it’s like. (noticing his beginning a slight rebuttal) Oh, sure you’ve lost someone close to you, but its’ very different for parents to lose their children—especially if it’s an only child. I have nothing left to remember him by.

Drake: You’ve got your memories.

Priscilla: That will fade with time. I know I look like a pin-up model, but I’m nearing seventy.

Drake (coming to hug her): I only knew him a short time. Austin and I just moved here nearly three months ago, but your son was a remarkable person.

Priscilla: I know. The only thing he will have left me is money. I wish I had something else longer lasting. (starting to weep) It’s just not fair. I don’t know why or how this really happened.

Drake: I do.

Priscilla: Pardon?

Drake: I know who’s really responsible.

Priscilla: What? Who?

Drake: Callum Sutcliffe.

Priscilla: You mean the man who was pushed into the grave today? What do you know about him?

Drake: Let me call Austin and tell him I’ll be home later tonight. This may take a while.

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ, EVENING

Allison had left the repast early, feeling a general sense of unease and embarrassment at each face she looked. Priscilla even avoided her, but she at last cornered the old woman and gave her a sincere apology. Although she could tolerate the ostracism from others, it was Chloe’s avoiding her at the repast that completely unsettled Allison. I did mess up. Chloe didn’t need to witness that in her fragile state and at a funeral no less.

Allison arrived home around eight that evening, glad to see Chloe’s car still in the driveway. She went inside, expecting Chloe to be packing her things but instead found the living room empty and dark. Tina Turner’s “I Don’t Want to Fight No More” begins playing as she mounts the stairs to the bedroom, finding Chloe sitting near the window, looking at the sunset, and turning around when she saw Allison enter the room.

Allison: Chloe?

Chloe (distantly): Yes.

Allison: I’m really sorry for what happened today.

Chloe (rising from the windowsill): I was thinking how you could spend a lifetime with someone without ever really knowing them. (heading toward the door)

Allison (grabbing her arm she reaches the door): Chloe, please. I’m begging you to hear me out.

Chloe: Will anything you say be any different?

Allison: I set up an appointment today with a therapist… just like you suggested. I bet you weren’t expecting that.

Chloe: I-I—

Allison (cutting her off): You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. I don’t want to lose you over something that genuinely scares you. I would never want to hurt you in any way. I just want things to be right between us.

She warmly kissed Chloe, who accepted the gesture without reservation, her yearning for human contact having been sparked by Estrella’s recent rejection of her. Allison treasured the smooth softness of Chloe’s frame that she held in her hands, looking deeply into her eyes which were filled with an odd mixture of fear and the need for reassuring protection.

Allison: I love you, Chloe.

Chloe (hesitantly): I-I love you, too. I-I just want things to go back to the way they were.

Allison: I promise you—

Her response was cut short by Chloe’s kiss, which had the impact of a hungry soul behind it, her tongue excitedly at task. Allison returned the passion with a need to restore confidence in her lover that she was the right one, the only one her, that she hadn’t made a mistake in choosing her as her life partner. Her hands cradled Chloe’s face as she kissed her back before they journeyed to unbutton her blouse, which fell over the sides of Chloe’s shoulders to the floor.  Allison then felt Chloe pull her to the bed, where their bodies pressed against each other, their kissing spree resuming as Chloe’s hands drew off Allison’s shirt and bra, freeing her breasts for Chloe’s lips to suckle.

Allison loved the thrilling, tingling sensation that swept across her body as Chloe’s mouth worked at wetting the nipples with her tongue. Allison’s hands wrapped around Chloe’s back and unhooked the bra that supported Chloe’s breasts. Upon their release, she moved her body upwards to kiss Allison again, their breasts coming into contact with another for the first time in months. It was a reunion for both women, this moment of carnal bliss that they hadn’t shared in recent memory.  Chloe’s hands continued to caress Allison as their mouths were locked, her fingers gently touching the sensitive area of Allison’s inner thighs that resulted in the woman’s deep breaths.

Allison directed her attention to Chloe’s breasts, kissing and licking them with a new powered hunger as her hands now pulled down Chloe’s silken panties. It was when Allison had fully disrobed all of Chloe, seeing her in this completely nude state since her act of infidelity that her mouth touched Chloe’s preciously responsive area and she endeavored to gratify her partner. Allison’s tongue, teeth, and lips worked at regular intervals in tandem to stir forth a moan of unmistakable pleasure from Chloe, her hips undulating as Allison’s hands tried to steady her. It thrilled Allison to know that she was at last pleasing her the way she should be, but when she looked up into Chloe’s eyes, through her open legs, the face before her briefly morphed into that of Nathan’s, prompting Allison to instantly pull away from her.

Chloe: Allison, what’s wrong?

Allison: N-Nothing. I’m sorry, Chloe. I—

Chloe (adjusting her body so that she could bend over to kiss Allison): I know. It’s been a long time coming for us, but don’t you worry about that. You’re doing absolutely fine. I love you so much. (kissing her again) From now on, we’re starting over.

Allison (the image still burning in her mind): I love you, Chloe.

Chloe: I love you, too.

It was then that Chloe motioned to reciprocate the gesture, having to work a little longer to strike the zone where Allison responded accordingly. Chloe’s lips brushed against her thighs, lightly dotting each area with a sweet kiss that she knew would ignite the sensitive nerves there as it had been an action she had done numerous times during their courting years nearly two decades ago. Finding this not working, Chloe looked at Allison, noting a look of disinclination to be gratified in her face.

Allison closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, her mind at odds with itself over the strange occurrence that had gripped her consciously. What the hell was that? She felt nervous to look between her legs, for fear that her sweet Chloe would not be the one pleasuring her. She felt the softness of Chloe’s hands interlacing with the fingers of her right hand, knowing from the delicate touch that it was definitely the woman with whom she had begun this lifelong relationship. I love you, Chloe. I promise you, I’ll never do anything to hurt you. Saying these sentiments over and over to herself, Allison didn’t feel the moment when Chloe’s fingers and mouth had stimulated her body’s orgasmic response as if the sensation itself were happening separately from the thoughts running rampant in her mind.

Chloe moved up to kiss her, and Allison returned the gesture with one of determined strength. Their heated bodies remained together under the covers until Chloe reached over to turn off the lamp, at which point she separated herself from Allison, her mind at work over that awkward moment in their reunion that just didn’t feel right to her. She couldn’t have known that Allison had felt the same way.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, EVENING (SAME TIME AS PRIOR SCENE)

Estrella had grown tired of Callum’s visits. She had been worn-out already from helping Tristan finalize the transport of Vittoria’s body back to Italy. She had been given a respite from Callum for a few days, but this evening his venom was in rare form.

Callum: I’ll cut with the greetings and get right to your assignment.

Estrella: Excuse me, but I don’t work for you, Callum.

Callum: You do now.

Estrella: I haven’t any time for you. (opening the door) Please leave.

Callum: Fine, I’ll go right to the police and tell them you, Tristano, and Vittoria were all in on the kidnapping.

Estrella: What?

Callum: I know about you and Tristano and how you visited him in the hospital and threw yourself on him like some cheap tart. My word, woman, what is it with you?  You’re greedy with both twig and bush!

Estrella: Just because I know Tristan doesn’t mean I had anything—

Callum: Cut the act, Estrella. I many not know all the details, but I know you’re guilty as hell.

Estrella: Are you finished? If so, you can leave.

Callum: I should inform you that Dave and Victoria—the Debenhams—will be calling your firm, demanding better representation. In addition, you can kiss away any chance of becoming a junior partner because your incident with Chloe will become common knowledge along with anything else I dredge up.

Estrella: Look, Callum, I—

Callum: No, you look, Estrella, I’m no longer playing games. I told you I’m bringing down all those who have got in my way, and right now you’re stuck in the middle, which given your bisexual proclivities isn’t such a bad place.

Estrella: Okay! Okay! What is it you want?

Callum: That’s better. I knew you’d see things my way. After all, you don’t want to end up like Brendon, Allison, and the others. You’d rather be eating out Chloe—pardon me, eating out with her at some posh restaurant in Beverly Hills.

Estrella: I’d rather you leave her out of this.

Callum: Oh, I’m sorry I can’t do that. You see, that’s your assignment. I want you to go after Chloe with all you’ve got.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 23: “Funeral = Real Fun”

Coldplay’s “Trouble” opens this episode as Kyle stands solemnly outside the door of Tristan’s apartment, contemplating whether to knock on it, his hand suspended in the air. He had spoken briefly with Bralen to possibly get more information about Heath’s attack as Bralen was the one who had called him. What he learned from him—the cold, rank truth—had deeply unsettled Kyle. He had to speak to Heath, his only reservation that Tristan was inside. Damn it! This is about the wellbeing of the man I continue to love for better or worse! His hand at last came into contact with the door. Heath soon opened it.

Kyle: Good afternoon, Heath.

Heath (gesturing for him to come inside): Hi, Kyle. Are you here to get the rest of Vittoria’s stuff?

Kyle: So you were here when they came with the warrant? I think we got what we were looking for.

Heath: Yeah, I saw some of the stuff they took, mainly drugs and a weapon that may link her to Nathan and Brendon’s attack in the park. Tristan had to leave. He just couldn’t watch them going through her stuff like that.

Kyle: So he’s not here?

Heath: No, he had to make arrangements for Vittoria’s body to be returned to Italy.

Kyle: That sounds complicated. Anyway, I came to check on you.

Heath: Is this about the—

Kyle: Heath, we need to talk about it.

Heath (throwing up hands): No, I don’t want to talk. I hate that you were even dragged into this. Haven’t I caused you enough problems already?

Kyle: Would you rather I treat this case with the cold distance of a cop? Or as someone who genuinely cares for you?

Heath: I don’t deserve your concern, Kyle.

Kyle: And you didn’t deserve what happened to you, either.

Heath: Maybe I did. (sitting on the couch) Maybe this is just karma for all the bad things I’ve done.

Kyle (sitting down next to him): Don’t say that. You didn’t deserve what happened to you. You’re one of the kindest and most thoughful men I’ve ever known, and Lord knows this wouldn’t have happened to you if you were still with me.

Heath (angrily): What the—

Kyle: That didn’t come out right. (pauses to rethink) I meant that I only wish I-I was there for you more. (tears coming to his eyes as he reactively rises to turn away from Heath to wipe them away) I need you to come with me.

Heath (looking up into Kyle’s reddened eyes): To where?

Kyle: To a clinic.

Heath: I told you I’m not going to a doctor.

Kyle: But you need to! Heath, you were raped. You should be seen by a doctor. There may still be evidence.

Heath: I showered as soon as I got home. There’s no need for them to see me just to collect evidence. There is none.

Kyle (emotionally choking up): H-Heath, there’s another reason you should go. I don’t know how to say it or let alone ask it.

Heath: What’s wrong, Kyle? You’re taking this worse than me.

Kyle: I nearly lost you, Heath. How am I supposed to react?

Heath (coming to hug him): I-I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.

Kyle (separating himself and looking into Heath’s eyes and taking a deep breath): Bralen told how you looked when he found you. I need to know if—if they—

Heath: What?

Kyle: Did they use any pro—

Heath (not needing him to finish, turning away): What the fuck do you think! I can’t get that out of my mind… how they just—

Kyle: I-I had to ask. (taking another breath) You should go to the clinic. You need to be tested for any transmittable diseases. (noticing his hesitance) I promise it’ll be strictly confidential.

Heath: I don’t want to—

Kyle (coming over to hug him): I know but please do it… for me.

Heath: I-I’m so scared, Kyle.

Kyle (holding him tight): I know you are, but I’m here for you now.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS

Estrella had placed the depositions in her briefcase and looked at herself in the mirror. Even though she felt like crap, she looked like a million bucks. She was in presentable business attire that both captured her sensuality and complemented her sharp legal mind. It had been time for her to throw herself back into work, and the forthcoming interview was just what she needed. She applied a moderate layer of lipstick, grabbed her briefcase, and opened the front door to see Callum’s car pulling alongside the curb. He presently got out his vehicle and accosted her just as she was attempting to get into hers.

Callum: Going somewhere, are we?

Estrella (pressing the control button for car to unlock): Callum, I haven’t any time right now. I have an important appointment to get to.

Callum: This won’t take long. I just needed to ask you something about Vittoria.

Estrella (reluctantly closing the car door and sighing): What is it? I-I’m still shakened over her death.

Callum: Yeah, at the bottom of my staircase.

Estrella: I have some contacts at the district attorney’s office who told me she attempted to kill you.

Callum: She shot me, (pulling back shirt to show superficial wound) but it’ll take more than a bullet to bring me down. Many people will soon learn that, especially Brendon Roberts.

Estrella (her hand quivering, losing grasp of the briefcase): Br-Brendon Roberts? What does he have to do with this?

Callum: Well, you should know that Vittoria attempted to kill him as well. She’s the reason he was in that coma. And I’ll be the reason he goes into a permanent one.

Estrella: Excuse me?

Callum: I just had a run-in with him. The man thought he had ridden himself of me. He will pay for trying to deceive me with Vittoria.

Estrella: I-I should be going now.

Callum: Oh no, I haven’t questioned you yet. I want to know why you were talking with Vittoria the night Edward was returned.

Estrella: Pardon me?

Callum: I have Vittoria’s mobile, and I was checking her call log. You rang her several times that night and the following day. What was so important you had to reach her?

Estrella: I don’t remember. It was probably something regarding the case. (thinking quickly) Oh, yes, she was worried about some new detective harassing her.

Callum: I see. (sighing)

Estrella: I wouldn’t worry about Vittoria anymore. She’s gone.

Callum: It’s not Vittoria that concerns me. It’s her contacts. Brendon got his claws back into her while she was supposedly loyal to me. It just makes me wonder who I can trust.

Estrella (her mind working hard to get him off the subject of Brendon): This isn’t about Brendon or Vittoria. It’s about Chloe. You still think I had something to do with your son’s kidnapping. I keep telling you I had nothing—(taking a deep breath) I didn’t know that the baby she had was yours. She came to me for help.

Callum: Yada, yada, yada! I’ve heard it all. I have no way of linking you to this scheme other than your having Chloe as an evening snack. (turning to leave) Anyway, I’ll let you get to your appointment.

Vittoria (opening the door and getting inside the car): Have a nice day, Callum.

Callum (turning around): And, Estrella, I just wanted to warn you that I don’t respond that well to backstabbing. Brendon is going down for his involvement in my attempted murder… and so is anyone else connected with him. Let that be a warning to you as well, regarding the kidnapping, which is as much an offense against me as Brendon’s.

He got into his car and sped off. Estrella let out a long sigh of relief. She had avoided that disaster, but Callum was on a mission for blood. I should warn Brendon, but I’m already late for this interview. She started the car and drove away.

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS

Drake and Bralen had been packing the DVDs for almost two hours. Bralen had soon realized that trash bags weren’t such a good idea as they began to tear with the weight of too many cases. Drake suggested boxes, and they worked another half hour repacking the cases into boxes until Drake’s stomach growled, embarrassing him as the sound echoed in the cellar. They took a brief break to raid Peyton’s refrigerator for food before heading back downstairs to finish the job, Drake not having anything else to do for the rest of the day. They were close to packing the last box when Drake heard foosteps upstairs.

Drake (putting finger to mouth): Shh! Do you hear that, Bralen? Someone’s upstairs.

Bralen: But the front door is locked.

Drake (seizing a broom as a weapon): Let’s check it out.

They crept up the stairs into Peyton’s room. Drake was in front and tiptoed to the source of the noise. There was definitely someone in the house, for he heard rumblnig. He immediately thought it was a burglar and firmly grasped onto the broom as he entered the livnig room.

Drake: Who’s there?

He heard a woman scream before a glass was thrown at him. It bounced off his chest, but the scotch inside it splashed all over him. The woman—elderly and well-dressed—continued screaming as she began throwing other objects at him, including silverware and a lamp that smashed into pieces when Drake ducked, and it consequently hit the floor.

Drake (shouting): Who the hell are you?

Priscilla: I think I might ask the same question of you, trying to rob my son’s home. I didn’t think these things happened in Beverly Hills.

Bralen (hiding behind Drake): Priscilla? Is that you?

Priscilla: Who’s that?

Bralen: It’s Bralen. Bralen Jones. This is my friend Drake.

Hearing Bralen’s voice, Priscilla ended her spree of throwing projectiles at Drake.

Priscilla (exhaling a deep sigh): Why the hell didn’t you say so? (pause) What the hell are you doing here? You two weren’t doing any hanky-panky in my son’s room?

Drake (defensively): No, ma’am. I’m a married man.

Priscilla (her eyes enlarged): What the hell?

Drake (realizing her confusion): No… no… I’m married as in to a man. I’m gay.

Bralen (still seeing puzzlement on her face): Priscilla, I can explain. Drake is from Massachusetts. He and his partner Austin recently moved here from Boston.

Priscilla: And where is his partner? In the room also? Were you having a threeway back there?

Drake: Oh, no ma’am. I’m completely committed to my man.

Bralen: Drake was just helping me clean the place for your arrival.

Priscilla (to Drake): I’m so sorry for overreacting. I went from thinking you were a burglar to thinking you were perhaps role-playing as one. You gays can be such freaky bastards.

Drake: I don’t know how to respond to that.

Bralen: Priscilla is quite the hoot. You’ll soon get used to her humor.

Priscilla (continuing her tirade): Well, it’s true. You were with Bralen, who arguably besides my son is into some freaky stuff. Do you still have that whipped cream fetish? (noticing Bralen blush) Anyway, where are my manners? I’m Priscilla Ashland, Peyton’s mother.

Drake (shaking hands with her): I’m Drake Michener. I’m really sorry to have frightened you.

Priscilla: Well, it’s a good thing you’re gay otherwise I’d be all over you since you’re quite hot. (noticing Drake’s surprised expression) Oh, calm down, Boy! As Bralen can tell you, I’m a harmless “cougar” as your generation would call me. (reaching out to touch Drake)

Drake (backing away from her): Uh—excuse me—

Priscilla (moving upon him): I was just going to get you out of your jacket. Don’t look at me that way. You don’t want to smell like a drunken fairy, do you? Here, let me put this jacket in the washer. (pinching his cheeks) You’ll be smelling baby fresh in no time.

Once she had gone down the hall to the washroom, Drake turned to Bralen, his face a concrete expression of shock that read what the hell have I got myself into? Bralen came over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder.

Bralen: You’ve been bitten by the Priscilla bug. Don’t worry. The shock’ll wear off soon.

Drake (still shocked): Wh-Who was that? W-What?

Bralen: She’s more animated now than usual. It’s mostly a cover. Peyton was her only child. I’m sure she’s torn up inside. Anyway, we had better get back to work.

Drake (suddenly remembering his jacket): Holy shit! (rushing down the hall and into laundry room)

Priscilla: What’s all the commotion?

Drake: Uh—Mrs. Ashland, where’s my jacket?

Priscilla: It’s in the washer, Sweetheart. Why are you so alarmed?

Drake: I—uh—

Priscilla: Were you looking for this? (brandishing the DVD case)

Drake (going red in the face): I’m so embarrassed. Thanks for finding my—

Priscilla: This belongs to my Peyton, Sweet Cheeks. (noticing Drake’s face) You didn’t think I knew about his collection. I came across it a few years back when I had a dry spell and needed a quick fix of liquor. Imagine my surprise when I opened the wrong door.

Drake: Mrs. Ashland, there must be some mistake. (reaching for the case, she jerks it away from him) That’s mine.

Priscilla: You’re such a liar. Can’t you see the tag Peyton put on it to categorize it? He was always so precise.

Drake (trying to snatch it from her): Please.

Priscilla: Drake, you’re a married man. What use have you for dirty porn? Does your husband know you have such an addiction?

Drake: You don’t understand.

Priscilla (waving the DVD in front of him, her composure slowly weakening): No, it’s you who don’t understand. I won’t have anyone stealing anything from my son. (beginning to cry) and for the time being, I’m not parting with anyting of his. (putting the DVD case into her bosom) Now, how about you go and make me a nice drink? And while you’re at it, tell Bralen he can stop with the packing. (she grasps Drake’s cheeks and pinches them)

Defeated, he walked off in search of Bralen. Once he was gone, Priscilla broke out into sobs.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Callum was on his way home when he got a call from Tristan. He didn’t answer it but waited until it went to voicemail. It was one message laced with anger, Callum called everything bad in the book. Tristan was upset by the fact that the police had confiscated many of Vittoria’s belongings, many of which were obviously incriminating—the biggest one being the crowbar that magically appeared hidden in her closet. Tristan had immediately known Callum was behind this and launched into a vicious tirade, which culminated in his demand for money in exchange for his silence over Edward’s real paternity. Still on that train, eh? I’ll show you who’s in charge! When Callum got to Tristan’s home, he was met with Heath answering the door.

Callum (seeing his new hairstyle): Jesus! Heath, you look like you stuck your head in the LaBrea Tar Pits. You should know Allison doesn’t hibernate there until winter.

Heath (listlessly): Hi, Callum.

Callum: I was hoping to speak with Tristan.

Heath: He’s not here right now.

Callum (peeking into the apartment): Oh, but Kyle is. (entering the apartment) How’s the investigation going?

Kyle (coming forward): It looks like Vittoria was definitely responsible for the attacks on Chloe and Allison. Her prints were found on another gun in your house, and ballistics show this was the gun that was used to shoot Allison. Plus Justin confessed to her selling him drugs, which corroborates Chloe’s claim. Vittoria must have paid Vladimir Popov, that horserider, to incriminate Peyton. Unfortunately, we can’t locate him anywhere. He’s disappeared.

Callum: You said yesterday during the interrogation at the police station that you had shown Peyton Vittoria’s mug shot at the hospital.

Kyle: Yeah, I had foolishly told him that she was my prime suspect, and that the rest of the division thought he was, given how remarkably well Popov had described Peyton as “the shooter in the park.” My guess is Peyton did some investigating of his own, arrived at the same conclusion, and confronted Vittoria at one point or another. Maybe she followed him to your house and then—well, we know what happened next.

Callum: I just want to put all this behind me. It was such a tragedy and to have Peyton die in my arms.

Heath (putting his hand to his mouth): Oh my God!

Callum: So are you and Heath back together?

Kyle (looking at Heath): No, I—uh—was just here following up on the—

Callum: Well, it’s really none of my business.

Kyle (phone ringing and answering): Excuse me. (coming back a few seconds later) I should get going. (to Heath) Why don’t we make that “appointment for lunch” soon?

Heath: Okay, sure.

Callum (once Kyle had left): So he hasn’t been back since the police left?

Heath (staring into space): Who?

Callum: Tristano, the man with whom you’re obsessed. (pause) Heath, is there something wrong? You seem distant.

Heath: I’m just not feeling well. Peyton and Vittoria’s deaths and all, you know. (picking up the remote to distract himself, begins channel surfing)

Callum: Would you stop that? I’m talking to you, Heathcliff. It’s very important I find Tristano.

Heath (dismissively): Just call him. (his expression visibly changing as he looked at the screen)

Callum: Heath, what’s wrong? (his attention now drawn to the television, where Estrella is onscreen being interviewed) Do you know her?

Heath: I know that bitch very well. She’s hitting on Tristan, trying to steal him from me.

Callum (laughing): What have you been drinking?

Heath: I’m telling you the truth. I once walked in on them, having sex right here in this room.

Callum (flabbergasted): I don’t understand. Tristano’s gay.

Heath: Well, that cunt was blackmailing him with something. I don’t know what it’s about, but I walked in on her trying to have sex with him again… this time in the hospital the day after he was pulled from the river. Vittoria and I were so worried about him—she more so than usual.

Callum: What?

Heath: I got the impression they were supposed to meet up somewhere later. She kept calling his cell.

Callum: But you’re absolutely certain that (pointing to the television) was the woman you caught with Tristano?

Heath: I’m absolutely positive. I’d know that skank anywhere. She knows to stay away from my man. I gave her one big greeting in the hospital (turning around to see that Callum had left, the door wide open)

He had elected not to stay for further details of how Heath handled Estrella. He had just found the missing link between her and the scheme to kidnap Edward, and that was all Callum needed to add her to his growing list of betrayers.

THREE DAYS LATER… MORNING, DAY OF PEYTON’S FUNERAL

Talon had just finished his breakfast when Callum came into the kitchen. Talon put down the newspaper and Callum looked at the remnants on his plate.

Callum: Kidneys and toast for breakfast? Are we getting too nostalgic for the homeland?

Talon: I needed protein. (winking) Lord knows I’m not getting any.

Callum: Would you kiss your mum with that mouth?

Talon: No, but you’ll suffice for now (rising from the chair and kissing him). Are you sure you don’t want me to take the day off?

Callum: You just started this week. What impression would that give them?

Talon: Well, I just wanted to be there for you. I know how much you hate funerals.

Callum: I’ll be fine.

Talon: I’m sorry I haven’t had much time for you. This job has exhausted me like no other.

Callum (sotto voce): That would also be the sleeping pills I’ve put in your evening tea. (aloud) You should save some of your energy.

Talon: I love you.

At that moment, they both heard the doorbell ring. Godfrey soon came into the kitchen.

Callum: Who is it?

Godfrey (dramatically clearing his throat): It’s Mr. Moynihan.

Callum (dropping his teacup, crashes to the floor): Bloody hell!

Talon (managerially): Godfrey, would you clean this? I’ll see to this Mr. Moynihan.

Callum (grabbbing Talon’s arm): No, that won’t be necessary. (to Godfrey) Tell Nathan that I’ll be out shortly. Keep him in the sitting room.

Talon: What’s going on? You look ashen.

Callum (angrily): It’s nothing for you to worry yourself—oww—(having cut his finger)

Talon (doting): Here, let’s clean it. (taking him over to the kitchen sink to place his finger under the water)

It was at that moment Nathan could be heard coming toward them.

Nathan: Callum, are you okay?

Callum (looking like a doe caught in the headlights): Talon.

Talon: Yes?

Callum: I love you. (grasping his head and pulling him in for a kiss, his hands securely latched to keep Talon’s back to Nathan’s entrance)

Nathan (seeing the spectacle): Oh, I’m sorry.

Talon tried to break free for air, but Callum held his head firmly, his tongue working its magic inside Talon’s mouth. Callum’s eyes met those of Nathan’s, whose were filled with absolute surprise. Talon successfully extricated himself from Callum’s grasp, but before he could turn to view their spectator, Callum grabbed Talon’s neck and drew his mouth to it to suck on it. Fortunately, Godfrey arrived in time to escort Nathan away, who took his cue and soon the left the house.

Talon: My God, I love it when you get these unexpected fits of passion. Are you sure you want me to go to work?

Callum (recomposing himself): Yes, consider that a preview for tonight.

Talon (kissing him): Then I anxiously await closing time. (rushing back upstairs)

Godfrey (coming into the kitchen): That was very close.

Callum: Too close for comfort.

Godfrey: Somehow I’m sure Mr. Prescott didn’t mind.

Callum: Has Nathan left?

Godfrey: Yes, I believe he saw more than he expected. It’s just as well that he loses interest in you. It’ll make it easier for you remain focused.

Callum: But Talon still remains a problem.

Godfrey: You’re torn among three men. There’s your devotion to Lord Armitage, your lust for Mr. Prescott, and your growing love for Mr. Moynihan.

Callum: And Gavin would kill me if I ended up with either of them.

Godfrey: Anyway, you should prepare for the memorial service.

Talon soon came into the room, kissed Callum, and left for work.

WEST LOS ANGELES CEMETERY, MID MORNING

Natalie Merchant’s “Life Is Sweet” plays as the sunlight falls onto the graveyard as a small group of mourners have gathered outside. Marble headstones can be seen in the distance, sunbeams reflecting off their surface. Weeping is heard, and handkerchiefs are in full display. The majority of the people present are Outrunners, all wearing the customary color of black so that should one have an aerial view, it would appear as if an ink stain were in implanted in the green. The somber ambience was suddenly punctuated by mild laughter as Priscilla made a remark that the only man she and Peyton loved equally—besides his late father—was Jack Daniels.  She spoke of sensing from a young age that something was different about her boy, partially blaming his homosexuality on the numerous trips they would take to see Broadway musicals every year.

She had on a smoothly flowing black frock that billowed in the breeze that blew through, temporarily relieving everyone from the stifling heat of the August day. Allison next spoke of Peyton as a man who was of honorable stature in the medical field, admired by his colleagues, and was generous in volunteering his time and treasure to worthy causes. It was here that Priscilla interrupted Allison—in a rather gauche manner—to reference that she would be devoting a decent portion of Peyton’s bequest to Outrunners and many other LGBT organizations that were dear to Peyton’s heart.

Bralen next gave a eulogy about how he and Peyton were childhood buds who always got into trouble whether it was for stealing cookies or getting caught going through Mrs. Ashland’s lingerie. Everyone in the audience laughed at that, some indubitably imagining the boys trying on the garments. Drake was laughing so hard he didn’t see Priscilla slither beside him, her lips brushing against his ears.

Priscilla (whispering): I once caught them looking through my late husband’s dirty mags.

Drake (smelling the liquor on her breath): Mrs. Ashland?

Priscilla (looping her arm in his): Come with me. We don’t need to hear the rest of this. It’s all recycled from one person to the next.

Drake: I-I don’t think—

Priscilla: Let’s not make a scene, Sweet Cheeks! (her hand dipping into her purse to pull out the tip of the DVD)

Drake (shocked and moving with her a few yards away): You brought that here!

Priscilla: For the past few days, you’ve been all kind to this old broad, and I got to thinking it must be something you want—and it ain’t what’s between these legs. I know you had wanted this (gesturing to the purse) but I didn’t know why until last night.

Drake (his eyes bulging): You didn’t?

Priscilla (a Cheshire grin on her face): Does your hubby know you can get really nasty with a roomful of men?

Drake would have fainted had it not been a shocking distraction that drew everyone’s attention.

ONE HOUR EARLIER… CALLUM’S HOUSE, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Callum had been rather uneasy since the whole Talon/Nathan debacle. He calmed down, changed into designer clothing befitting the occasion, and was about to leave the house when Godfrey met him at the door, holding Edward in his arms. Callum automatically kissed the baby, tears coming to his eyes as he did so, and he then turned the knob of the door, sunlight coming into the house.

Godfrey: I took the liberty of dressing him.

Callum (turning around, sniffling): Pardon?

Godfrey (gesturing to Edward dressed in black): I thought you might want to take him. It is after all his father’s funeral.

Callum (giving a sigh of reluctance): Where’s Inga? I’m already running late.

Godfrey: She’s too distraught to go.

Callum: She didn’t really care for Peyton.

Godfrey: It was too much for her to see his dead body when she came to get Edward after Mr. Prescott had snatched him away from her last Sunday. (pause) I thought I might accompany you so that I could look after Edward and likewise pay my final respects.

Owing to this late development, they arrived at the service very late, catching the ending of the formal memorial within the church. When they filed out the church, Callum stopped Priscilla as she was coming down the steps.

Callum: Mrs. Ashland, my name is Callum Sutcliffe.

Priscilla: I know about you. I read that you were with my son when he died.

Callum: I am so sorry for your loss. Peyton was an exceptional man.

Priscilla: Thank you. Did you know my son well?

Callum: Pardon?

Priscilla (moving closer to his face): Mr. Sutcliffe, my son was a gay man in Los Angeles. I never know if every man I speak with is a former flame, a platonic friend, or his fuck buddy from last week. (her attention suddenly distracted by the baby in Godfrey’s arms, her finger lovingly brushing his little cheek) And who is this little angel?

Callum: That would be my son Edward Armitage.

Priscilla (sighing): I guess I won’t get the luxury of being a doting grandmother. Peyton was my only child. I figured that was the end when Peyton told me he was into men.

At that moment, Priscilla was pulled away to rejoin the procession on their way to the cemetery. Callum exchanged a brief look with Godfrey, reading his mind that Priscilla had just met her grandchild.

Callum (once Priscilla was out of earshot): She’s a charming woman, but now I know the origin of Peyton’s bibulous addictions.  Did you smell her? It was a like battle between Jack Daniels and Estee Lauder with the former clearly winning.

Callum and Godfrey followed the procession to the burial site and remained at the far end of the mourning throng away from everyone. Callum much preferred the distance, and he didn’t want to start anything since he had seen Chloe and Allison. Everybody began saying their graveside remarks about Peyton, getting different reactions that ranged from laughter to audible sobs. Callum watched and listened from afar, thinking of how his life had changed due to Peyton. When I first met him, he genuinely wanted to help me through my own grief. Losing Gavin had been so hard on me, and Peyton only desired for me to come out of therapy a stronger person. This is a funeral, not a wedding. I can’t hold my peace.

Callum motioned through the crowd to get to the speaker’s location. He saw several Outrunners gasping and reacting to his presence at the service. He saw Kyle’s hand tighten on Allison’s arm, her eyes suddenly burning red.

Callum: Many of you know me. My name is Callum. I was with Peyton when—(choking on a sob that escaped his mouth). Excuse me. I was going to remain silent about the man who was the epitome of charity. I knew him for just one year, and he only desired the best for me.

Allison (shouting): And you gave him the worst of you!

Callum (ignoring her as Kyle restrained her and whispered something into her ear): He saw me through the darkest time of my life when I lost my husband. If I had known that one year later—

Allison (breaking free of Kyle): That you would kill him!

Callum (crying): Allison, please! Let’s not do this here. I loved Peyton.

Allison: Is that why you were blackmailing him?

Callum (wiping away tears): Now is not the time for this.

Allison (shrugging off Kyle): How dare you come here! You have no right being here.

Callum: He died in my arms!

Allison: It should have been the other way around. You should be the one being put into the ground.

Kyle (amid the gasps of the crowd): Allison, come on. You’ve said enough.

Allison: He would still be with us if it weren’t for you, Callum. Everyone needs protection from you. (looking to the sky) I promise you, Peyton, wherever you are that I’ll make him pay.

Callum: That’s enough, Allison! I understand you’re grieving like the rest of us, but you shouldn’t use Peyton’s memorial service as a platform for revenge. And as for protection, the one who needed it most was my son Edward, who was kidnapped by your chemically unbalanced partner. (speaking to the crowd) Did you know that Peyton was there by my side, giving me support during that trying time? And just where were you, Allison? (aggressively approaching her) Oh yeah, that’s right, you were in Britain trying to dig up dirt on me.

Allison: And I found some.

Callum: Yeah, and whilst you were finding it—(under his breath just so that Allison can hear) Estrella was finding her way to Chloe’s clit.

Allison threw him a wild punch, knocking him back into the floral arrangements that consequently fell into the pit where Peyton was to be laid to rest. Callum regained his balance, looking at the startled crowd before him as he wiped his lip.

Callum: My word, Allison. You’re getting good with your right hand hook. Clearly you’ve been drinking some of Bralen’s juice. (moving closer to her) But you should take your jealousy up with Estrella. She was able to find something you had been in search of for many years.

Allison shoved him away with all the force in her body, and he fell into the pit, his lone scream echoing for the short distance before his body hit the bottom. She then saw a shovel nearby, seized it, and hit at Callum as he tried to climb from the hole. Kyle grabbed her, apprehending the shovel as Nathan rushed forward to help Callum out the hole.

Allison (pointing her finger at him, tears flowing down her face, screaming): You bastard! You’re responsible for this! Peyton’s dead because of you, and I swear to you on his soul that you will pay for this! You may consider it child’s play, but this is war!

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 22: “Past Regrets”

Cast of New Characters (for this episode)

Priscilla Ashland: sassy and sophisticated, cheeky, average height, late 60’s, blue eyes, sable hair, sexually self-assured mother to Peyton Ashland

Ryan Cabrera’s “True” opens this episode as Talon moves onto the bed, placing his firm body atop Callum’s, their eyes locked in hungry, fevered passion for each other. Callum’s fingertips danced playfully upon the top of Talon’s muscular back, which tensed as he moved his mouth southward to connect with his lover, their tongues in contact as the heat of their touching skin eventually gave way to sweat. Callum’s hands then went to cradle Talon’s head as they continued kissing, Callum moving his mouth to caress Talon’s neck.

Talon: I’ve wanted you for so long now.

Callum (breathily): I know.

He felt the bristles of Talon’s facial hair brush against his soft skin as the man nibbled on his neck and then kissed and suckled briefly on the lobe of his ear, Callum releasing a brief moan. He felt Talon’s strong legs muscles working atop his lower body, and they would soon be fast at work trying to pry his own apart so that the conquest would be easier.

Talon: You’re not putting up much a fight, Sutcliffe.

Callum (breathily once more): Just shut up and kiss me.

Their mouths touched again, Callum loving the warmth of Talon’s lips, his teeth latching onto the lower one and tugging on it. Talon’s hands went to Callum’s shirt, grasping it at the collar and ripping it open, the buttons cascading over his body. Callum wanted to shout at him, alerting him to the fact that he had just damaged a Versace original, but was prevented when Talon’s mouth—pulling from Callum’s—went straight to his exposed nipples and bit at them in retaliation for the lip war which Callum had started.

The hotness of the saliva in tandem with Talon’s clever tongue sent Callum into a fierce fit of writhing passion as he felt Talon’s hands now succeeding in separating his legs. Talon next advanced his body further upon Callum, his weight pinning him to the mattress. Callum could feel Talon’s raging erection through his boxer briefs. Grinding his body into Callum, he soon witnessed the young man’s mouth beginning to curl open to release a loud moan of ecstasy.

Talon (clamping his hand over Callum’s mouth): Shh! You don’t want anyone to hear you.

Callum (lovingly biting Talon’s finger): I don’t care.

Talon: I love you.

Callum (breathily): I know. (raising his mouth to kiss Talon as his hands reach down to yank off Talon’s underwear, his hands spanking his exposed bottom)

Talon (looking lovingly into his eyes): Are you sure you want to do this?

A short pause took place as Callum aggressively rose from his position to push Talon over on his side, next putting himself atop Talon. Callum dramatically kissed the fingertips of his own hand before bringing them down to place upon Talon’s lips. Moments later Talon felt Callum’s mouth upon his cock, excitedly sucking it as if it held the elixir of life. He always loved how Callum could make this part seem so sexually primal yet so full of profound feeling as he at all times made sure they were holding at least one hand together, their fingers interlaced, as if the oral action were only supplementary to this more natural tactile connection.

Talon soon returned the favor, taking his precious time once again as his mouth moved over the sensitive areas of Callum’s body, which he had long missed with a burning fervor. It felt great to have this reconnection with him, his tongue journeying to numerous places that tickled and tantalized Callum, causing Talon to laugh to himself as he realized he hadn’t forgotten any of his lover’s pleasure spots. It was at the moment that his tongue hit the most prominent one in his memory that Callum unleashed a loud moan that complemented the quivering nature of his body’s reaction.

Talon (rushing up to Callum’s mouth): Shh!

Callum (immediately kissing him): As if you really care if anyone hears.

Talon: I want to be with you, Callum… have you! (lying his head upon Callum’s chest, hearing his heart beating rapidly)

Callum (whispering into his Talon’s nearest ear): You can have me now.

Talon (a lone tear coming into his eye): I want you always.

They kissed once more before Callum felt Talon enter him, closing his eyes at the slight hint of mild pain before his body warmly accepted him. He could feel his own breathing increase, his heartbeat race as he locked eyes with Talon, their sweaty bodies pressed tight against each other as Talon pressed forward, a fiery determination present in his eyes. Callum raised both his legs and wrapped them around Talon, effectively locking them both together, two living bodies as one, two chests compressed against each other, their hearts vibrating in unison.

In spite of an oncoming cramp, Callum held his legs in this position, not wanting to let Talon go, and Talon for his part became more rhythmic at his task, his pelvis embarking on a mission of its own. His powerful thrusts and their effects became too much for Callum, whose mouth once more unleashed another wail of carnal rapture, yet this time Talon’s hand fiercely clamped over it as he continued pumping forth with his mission. Callum didn’t resist this display of dominance, for he knew the precarious situation in which they were, his only recourse to look into Talon’s eyes, seeing the beautiful soul that dwelled behind them. Callum at last straightened his legs and tried to move to alleviate the pain of the cramp, but Talon held him down, his other hand immediately going to massage the area as if their minds were one, and he knew where the pain was.

Talon (removing his hand from Callum’s mouth): I love you.

Callum (breathily): And I—uh—ohhhh!

Talon: I love—uh—

Their bodies were momentarily gripped in this mutual state of climax, the orgasm having its domain initially over Callum as his body reacted accordingly. Talon, feeling the immediate effects of Callum’s reaction upon his already moist skin, likewise shared the same feeling of his own body being suspended in this moment of indescribable pleasure as he gave into his own orgasm, which was heightened by the beauty of looking into Callum’s eyes.

He tried to pry himself away from Callum, but he felt Callum’s hands upon his back, holding him down. Talon didn’t want to move, either, yearning to stay in that position eternally, feeling connected to his lover in the most beautiful way, conjoined simultaneously at the eyes and where their union felt right. They stayed in this position for another few minutes before Talon pulled away. He looked over and saw that Callum was crying.

Talon (urgently): I didn’t hurt you, did I?

Callum (teary-eyed): You could never hurt me, Talon.

He then silently rose from the bed and rushed into the bathroom, Talon looking at his retreating figure. Talon took in a deep breath and exhaled, wanting to be forever lost in the magic they had just shared, for it was indeed a special day for them both. For Talon, it had been the first time he had reconnected with Callum in a matter of years.

For Callum, the day held much meaning as it was his wedding day to Lord Gavin Armitage.

BRENDON AND NATHAN’S OLD HOME, SILVER LAKE, SUNDAY EVENING

Nathan was resting peacefully in the bedroom when Brendon left for the kitchen to prepare something to eat, their makeup sex having stimulated his appetite. As he came into hall, he saw a sliver of light issuing from Justin’s room. Brendon crept to it and peeked inside. Justin’s back was to him, but he could see clothing being stuffed into a carry-on suitcase. The sound of the door slamming shut startled the young man, interrupting his task. He turned around to face his father.

Brendon: And just where do you think you’re going?

Justin (grabbing the suitcase): The hell away from here!

Brendon (stopping him from moving forward): You’re not going anywhere!

Justin: Get out of my way!

Brendon: Or else what? You’ll try to drown me as well. Yeah, I saw you. I can’t believe—(pause) Why?

Justin: I hate him.

Brendon (coming face to face): Justin, you attempted to kill another person.

Justin: He made me do it.

Brendon: Stop lying to me. I saw the whole thing. You attacked him.

Justin: I’m telling the—

Brendon: Just shut up, Justin! I know what you’re doing. I wasn’t born yesterday.

Justin: And I was born nearly seventeen years ago, or did you forget that? You just couldn’t wait to forget about me so that you can live it up here in LA with your big Hollywood parties.

Brendon: Justin, it’s not like that. I have apologized for what I did, but that’s no excuse for what you did.

Justin: Sure it is. The facts don’t lie. Fatherless kids are more likely to do criminal activity.

Brendon: You’re not pinning this on me, young man. You know better. What did Nathan ever do to you?

Justin: He took you away from us… me and Mom.

Brendon: Justin, that’s not true, and it isn’t fair to him. I met him a few years after moving here.

Justin: I still hate him, and you can’t do anything about that.

Brendon: You’re going to tell the police you’re lying. I’ll be damned if Nathan goes to jail.

Justin: Why? You’re scared he’ll find someone else to fuck—uh, I mean love—him behind bars?

Brendon (aggressively grabbing the collar of Justin’s shirt, tugging on it): Listen, Boy, I’ve had enough of your trouble. You’re going to march your ass over to Kyle’s and confess everything.

Justin (his feet slightly coming off the ground): And if I don’t?

Brendon (yanks harder on collar, Justin’s face comes into contact his angrily contorted face): I know Vittoria supplies you with drugs. She works for me.

Justin’s eyes dilated at the reference to Vittoria. Brendon relaxed his grip, bringing Justin’s feet back to the ground. The young man tried to recompose himself, taking a deep breath, a pall of fear fell over him.

Justin (backing away): Okay, okay. I’ll tell the truth.

Brendon: Good, son. Consider it a late Father’s Day gift.

Brendon left the room, feeling happy with himself. He still couldn’t shake off the awkward feeling that his son would have committed murder had it not been for Allison’s fortuitous arrival. The thought of murder jolted his mind to Vittoria. He called her to get the status of their project. Now that I have Nathan back, I can’t risk losing him to Callum. Why the hell is she not answering? She had better not be chickening out on me. I’ll just leave her a friendly text message, reminding her of what is at stake if she doesn’t come through. It was after sending the message that he thought to check his own email and voicemail, whereupon he soon learned of her fate.

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ, SUNDAY EVENING

Allison took a sip of red wine and looked at Chloe sitting next to her on the couch, a perfect display of feminine pulchritude. She had her pink feet hidden under the couch cushions, and her hair was still stringy with wetness from her recent shower. She and Allison had a heart-to-heart talk after she had told her the bad news about Peyton. Allison had suggested she take a soothing bath to relax her nerves. Allison wanted to go to the police station to speak with Kyle, but she knew Chloe needed her attention.

Chloe: I can’t believe he’s gone. Have you heard anything else?

Allison: No, just the phone call from Kyle, and he didn’t give me any other details. He just said Peyton died in an accident.

Chloe: Nathan needs to send out an email out to the group.

Allison: Nathan?

Chloe: He’s club president. He should inform everyone of this tragedy.

Allison: I’m sure he knows by now. He had a near run-in with death himself earlier today.

Chloe: What?

Allison: When I went looking for him, he wasn’t at home. I went over to their old house in Silver Lake and found Nathan unconscious in the pool.

Chloe: Oh my God, Allison!

Allison: Don’t worry. I gave him mouth to mouth and revived him.

Chloe (reaching over to take her hand): You saved his life.

Allison: But I wasn’t able to save poor Peyton.

Chloe: You can’t save everyone, but I know he will always have a place in your heart.

Allison: Who? Nathan?

Chloe (yawning): No, silly, I was talking about Peyton.

Allison: Oh yeah, I don’t know where my mind was.

Chloe: I hope for your sake Nathan didn’t mistake the CPR for a kiss.

Chloe rose and went to bed. Allison soon followed suit, her mind ravaged by all the events of the day. Her body yearned for sleep, but as she laid her head on the pillow, she found herself thinking about Nathan before slumber overtook her.

RODRIGO’S APARTMENT, HOLLYWOOD, SUNDAY EVENING

Rodrigo had got back into town after having to leave on an emergency visit to Riverside to check on his mother, whose health had been declining. Upon getting to his apartment, he picked up the phone and called his friends, the band of thugs, who informed him that they did a real number on the guy he had pointed out to them. Mr. Sutcliffe should be really proud of me. I’ll pay him a visit tomorrow. It was at this point he placed the photo of Tristan and Nathan on the collage. I should celebrate. It was when he went to unwind at a bar on Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood that he saw his goons had mucked up their plans or had blatantly lied to him. Tristan Bersani was sitting at the bar next to him, sorrowfully drowning himself in alcohol.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, SUNDAY EVENING

After it had been declared safe for them to return to the apartment, Heath and Bralen went back inside. Bralen then broke the bad news of Peyton’s death to Heath, who had to sit down to digest the full impact of the shock. He held back his tears of grief just as he was holding back those of regret. Where is Tristan? I really need him. His body overwhelmed with all the day’s misfortunes, Heath laid his head on the couch pillow and closed his eyes. Bralen looked at him sleeping peacefully and had thought about leaving him but remembered his pledge to Heath that he would stay until Tristan arrived. Nearly two hours had passed before there was a knock at the door. Bralen went to it, thinking it was Tristan who may have lost his keys, but to his surprise it was Kyle.

Bralen: Kyle?

Kyle: Is he okay? (pushing inside)

It was so awkward for Bralen to see him so soon. Just that morning they had regretted kissing each other. There was another uncomfortable exchange of looks between them as Bralen gestured over to Heath’s sleeping figure on the couch. All Kyle could see was an orb of black snuggled against a pillow, prompting him to do a double take. Bralen quickly explained that Heath had dyed his hair.

Kyle: You said that he was attacked. Who did it? Where did it happen?

Bralen: You should ask him. (pause) I-I’m going to leave now. I-I still can’t believe that Peyton’s gone.

Kyle: And so is Tristan’s roommate.

Bralen: What?

Kyle: This is to be kept between us until it’s been released, but Vittoria shot Peyton. She fell down the stairs and broke her neck afterwards.

Bralen: Oh my God! Where was this?

Kyle: Look, I’ve told you more than I should right now.

Bralen (turning to leave): Okay, well, thanks.

Kyle: And Bralen (pause) thanks for looking out for him (gesturing to Heath).

Bralen: No problem. (he leaves)

Kyle (having walked over to the couch and sitting on the couch): Heath. (gently shaking him)

Heath (shouting): No! (opening his eyes) Oh, Kyle, it’s you.

His arms fly out and around Kyle as The Pretenders’ “I’ll Stand by You” starts playing softly in the background. Heath’s eyes gave way to a flood, his body softening in Kyle’s embrace as his tears wet the fabric of Kyle’s shirt. Kyle tried to pull himself from Heath to face him, but Heath’s grasp was too strong.

Heath: Just hold me.

Kyle: Okay.

They held each other in silence for a few minutes before Kyle successfully pulled himself away from Heath, whose eyes were all watery and red. He also saw the bruises and cuts on his skin.

Kyle: Now tell me what happened. Bralen said you were attacked.

Heath: Th-They just came at me.

Kyle: They? It was a group?

Heath: it was like four of them. They jumped me in the parking lot.

Kyle: Where?

Heath: At the Hawk Eye. (seeing Kyle pulling out his phone) What are you doing?

Kyle: I’m calling the Hawk Eye—

Heath: No! Don’t!

Kyle (dropping the phone): Oh my God, Heath! What’s wrong? You’re trembling.

Heath (throwing his arms around Kyle again): I-I’m so sorry for everything, Kyle. (breaking down into a fit of tears) I never—

Kyle: Never mind that. Right now I’m concerned about you. I don’t understand why you weren’t taken to the hospital. Your cuts are dressed, but I could swear I felt a lump on your back head.

Heath: I don’t want to go to the hospital.

Kyle: Heath, you need to be checked out. You could have suffered a concussion.

Heath: I suffered far worse than that.

Kyle (softly): What happened?

Heath (crying again): They held a knife to me and made me do stuff to them.

Kyle: Oh my God! I-I’m so sorry, Heath.

Heath (continuing): They forced themselves into me, pinning me to the ground, threatening to kill me if I screamed. One of them nearly broke my arm holding it behind my back. I had never been so scared in all my life.

Kyle (rising from couch): That’s it. We’re going down to the station. We have to report this.

Heath (pleadingly): No, Kyle, I can’t!

Kyle (sitting back down and taking Heath’s face into his hands): Look at me. I promise you I’m going to get the sick sons-of-bitches who did this to you, but I need your help.

Heath (shaking his head): Please don’t make me do this!

Kyle (urgently): We have to—

Heath (pushing him away and rising): I thought you would understand.

Kyle: Heath, you were sexually assaulted.

Heath: I was raped! (the sound of a key fumbling in the lock can be heard) That’s probably Tristan. Please don’t tell him.

Tristan at last succeeded in stumbling into the apartment. Just one glance at him told them both he was drunk, let alone he gave off the stench of alcohol. Despite his inebriated state, he had enough clarity of mind to remember his sworn war with Kyle.

Tristan: What the fuck are you doing here?

Kyle (looking down at Heath’s pleading face and eyes): I—uh—came to see how you were holding up. I guess I got my answer. You look—

Tristan: Hammered? So what? I just lost my best friend and had to call her mother in Italy to break the news to her. Can you imagine what that’s like?

Kyle: I’m really sorry.

Tristan: Then get off my fucking case.

Kyle: Just stay in for the rest of the night. You definitely shouldn’t be out or driving in your condition.

Tristan (stumbling over a pair of Vittoria’s shoes): Don’t worry about that, Kyle. (sitting next to Heath on the couch) I plan on staying home (ostensibly laying his hand on Heath’s inner leg) for some real comforting.

Kyle noticed the look of uneasiness on Heath’s face with Tristan touching him. Even though Tristan was drunk, Kyle still wanted to break his neck. The insensitive bastard can’t even see the bruises on Heath. It was just as Kyle was about to take action that Heath pushed away Tristan’s roaming hand as it reached his groin. Heath shot up from the couch and darted into the other room.

Tristan (to Kyle): What the fuck is his problem?

Kyle: You! (marching out the living room to find Heath in the bedroom) Do you want to come home with me? I-I know that sounds awkward but given what just happened.

Heath: I can handle Tristan.

Kyle: Are you sure you want to stay? (Heath nods) You call me if he tries anything funny. (turning to go)

Heath: Kyle?

Kyle: Yes?

Heath (long pause): I just—uh—want (sniffling) to thank you for not telling him.

Kyle (eyes watering): You know I would do anything for you. I-I had better leave.

The tension in the room was too much for Kyle. He wanted to go over to Heath, hold him, and cradle him to sleep, let him know that he was loved beyond measure… that no catastrophe would change the way he felt about him. I may not have been there for you these past months, but I’ll be damned if I leave you to handle this on your own. I still love you, Heathcliff Alcott.

Kyle: I’ll come round tomorrow. Please give some thought to what I said.

It was the hardest thing for Kyle to walk out the door, but at least some of his anxiety was calmed by the fact that Tristan had passed out on the couch. Heath waited until hearing the door close before lying on the bed and bringing his body into the fetal position to cry himself to sleep, praying that he didn’t draw the attention of a drunken, sexually aroused Tristan.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MONDAY

Monday morning came with the promise of a new work week and assuredly one of mourning for the members of the Los Angeles Outrunners. Callum felt rather listless as he rose to shower that morning. Godfrey had brought him breakfast in bed, and Talon had left him a rose on his pillow. They had had a mild argument when Talon had once more pushed the idea of them leaving America. Callum’s original plan still stood as he would steal Talon’s passport when they were away, ditch him, and come back to California to finish his mission. Oh Nathan! And just when things were going so well for us! That was such a magical kiss on the pier two days ago. But then it was nearly threatened by Talon. If you and Talon were to ever meet… banish the thought! Well, at least Talon is going to work today. The Getty should keep him fairly occupied as I handle my affairs with Brendon and Allison.

Talon (popping his head into the room): Wish me good luck on my first day. Are you sure you’ll be fine with me gone all day?

Callum: I don’t need a sitter, Talon.

Talon (coming over): But you do need one of these. (kisses him) I’ll be home this evening. Bye.

As soon as he left, Callum went downstairs, seeing the media camped outside the property. First, the kidnapping and now murder. I’ll soon have the most infamous address in Los Angeles and that can only spell trouble. I should get some sunshine, perhaps relax by the pool. I’ll have Godfrey bring some tea. What the bloody hell! He had come out onto the pool deck just in time to see Justin sneaking onto the property.

Callum (loudly): Planning on stealing more than just my car this time?

Justin (rushing up to him, panting): I can’t talk long. I think Brendon is having me followed.

Callum: Why would he do that? Did you run off with his priceless china?

Justin: Look, Callum, I need some money. I’m leaving town.

Callum: What’s wrong? Daddy Dearest caught you nicking sweets after your bedtime.

Justin: He’s trying to send me away to military camp or some shit like that.

Callum: So that he can make a real man out of you? Then perhaps Nathan will show real interest in you.

Justin: He knows the truth. I’m sure you had something to do with that.

Callum: My nana always said the truth shall set you free.

Justin: Except I’m not free! I just need some help getting out of town.

Callum: I was under the impression that your father wanted you in his life.

Justin: He called the police and told them I wanted to confess to lying about Nathan. That’s when I left. Please help me, Callum!

Callum: You never listened to me. Go back home, Justin. Admit you were wrong.

Justin: Didn’t you fucking hear me? He’s going to send me away!

Callum: I promise you it won’t come to that, especially if you’re “legally emancipated.”

Justin: What the hell does that mean?

Callum: Just trust me on this. Go home, confess, and I’ll handle the rest. Be sure to tell them that Vittoria was also trying to sell you drugs. I have big plans for your father, and by week’s end you won’t have to worry about him… (sotto voce) and neither will I.

STARBUCKS COFFEE, WEST HOLLYWOOD, MONDAY MORNING

Drake took his first sip of iced coffee when he looked up and saw that Bralen had just got his tea at the checkout counter and was looking for a place to sit. Drake loudly beckoned for him to come sit down at his table. The beautiful sunny mornings were just so breathtaking for Drake. He loved Los Angeles but missed Boston, although he was glad to have left the city after that political scandal that nearly tore apart his marriage to Austin.

Bralen (coming over): Drake, how are you this morning?

Drake: Please sit down. I could use some company.

Bralen (sitting down): You sure you want to be seen with me?

Drake: I’m not passing judgment on you. I hardly know you.

Bralen: Well, you’re kinder than most people are to me now. I can’t even go inside my own gym. Look what I got on my doorstep this morning.

He rumbled in his backpack and threw a cardboard box on the tabletop. Drake picked it up, turned it over, and tried his best to suppress a bout of laughter. It was a cereal box that had Bralen’s picture on it with the word CHEATIES superimposed over his image.

Drake: Don’t pay those jerks any mind. They don’t know you. (pause) So what brings you on this side of town? Monday morning traffic from Santa Monica to West Hollywood must be awful.

Bralen (solemnly, his eyes tearing up): I—uh—was on my way to Peyton’s home, but I couldn’t bring myself to go inside.

Drake: Austin and I were so sorry to hear what happened. It’s all so tragic. I take it you two were close.

Bralen: We were best friends and roommates for a few years.

Drake: If there’s anything I can do to help out—

Bralen: Actually, there is. Would you come with me into his place? I just don’t want to go in there alone.

Drake: If you don’t mind my asking, but why are you going there?

Bralen: Peyton and I were sworn porn pals.

Drake (nearly spitting out his coffee): What?

Bralen: Well, he unofficially willed me his porn collection should he go first, and I likewise pledged the same. I know it sounds crazy, but there’s another reason for getting it out his place. His mom is coming into town for the funeral and will be staying there.

Drake (whistling): Whoa!

Bralen: Yes, and she’s the—uh—snooping type. After she’s raided the obvious places where he keeps the alcohol, she goes looking for where he hides the rest.

Drake (laughing): Sounds like she’s fond of the drink? Like mother, like son, right?

Bralen: You haven’t met Priscilla. She’s Peyton to the 10^th degree. So will you come with me?

Drake agreed, and they drove over to Peyton’s home, the place giving off a jarringly isolated feeling once they entered. Drake saw that Peyton kept a very lovely home, the décor very simple but charming. He practiced feng-shui from the placement of the furniture. Bralen led him to Peyton’s bedroom closet, which had a hidden door behind all the clothing. Bralen pushed into it, and they descended down a short flight of stairs that led to the wine cellar. Bralen explained that Peyton had it designed this way for easy access to the alcohol when he got the desire in the middle of the night. When they got downstairs, Bralen pushed open another door in the northwest corner, explaining that it once served as a nice-sized pantry, but as Drake saw, it now housed a gigantic supply of porn to rival a small Internet company. Hundreds of titles were on the rows. Drake’s eyes bulged, his amazement in full display.

Drake: Who the hell alphabetizes and then categorizes their porn by genre?

Bralen: That was Peyton for you. As you can see, he even kept a small stock of lesbian porn (winking) for Allison and her friends. Oh, shit, I didn’t know he had started a collection of foot and armpit fetish porn.

Drake: What do you plan on doing with all this?

Bralen: Ebay! And if that doesn’t work, I’m sure the annual Outrunners holiday garage sale should do the trick (suddenly seeing Drake’s frozen expression). What is it?

Drake: This corner.

Bralen: Oh yeah, Peyton was open-minded. Even though he practiced safe sex, he did have pre-condom titles along with some newer bareback titles. You can close your mouth, Drake. I was shocked, too, when I first saw cocks that big, but I learned how to take them. (turning away) Anyway, let’s get to work putting these in trash bags.

Bralen had been seriously wrong about the reason for Drake’s sudden display of shock. He had definitely seen his fair share of gargantuan cocks. While Peyton’s back was to him, Drake surreptitiously stole one particular title from the bareback section and quickly hid it in his jacket, not once feeling any guilt for the action.

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ, MONDAY MID-AFTERNOON

Allison: Are you sure you want to stay at that house by yourself? There’s plenty room here, Priscilla.

Priscilla: Oh, heavens, no! I want to feel close to my son. Besides, I’m sure he’d want me to stay there and tidy the place.

Allison: How are you holding up?

Priscilla: Leave it to Peyton to decide to die on me when I was bathing with Pierre at the Savoy. I had to catch the next immediate flight out Paris.

Allison: Back up. Pierre? Who’s that?

Priscilla: Oh, he’s my masseur.

Allison: And you were bathing with him?

Priscilla: Oh, Allison, you wouldn’t understand (winking). A girl was feeling very generous with her euros.

Allison: Oh, Priscilla!

Priscilla: He was working very hard for both my gratuity… and my orgasm.

Allison: I see even death can’t dampen your sense of humor. (the doorbell rings, and Allison hops up)

Priscilla: I’ll get it. I’m closer to the door. (opening it)

Nathan: Priscilla, you made it. (hugging her) Is Allison in?

Priscilla (using her free hand to spank Nathan’s bottom and grasp his tight butt): She’s here. Come on in.

Nathan: What a greeting, Priscilla. You haven’t changed a bit.

Priscilla (closing the door): Speaking of changing, have you given any thoughts to converting?

Nathan: I’m fine with my religion.

Priscilla: I was—as usual—referring to your sexuality.

Nathan: Oh, Priscilla!

Priscilla: What can I say? I’m the original MILF and cougar rolled into one. And Nathan, you’re just one hot piece of ass! (winking at him) If I can’t be the one, I sure as hell hope Brendon’s enjoying your assets.

Nathan (putting his hands on her shoulders): How are you holding up?

Priscilla (finally breaking her façade): I’m going to fucking scream if someone asks me that damn question again. How the hell do you think I’m handling it? I just lost my only child. (tears flowing down her face as she falls into the nearest chair)

Allison and Nathan (rushing to her): Are you fine?

Priscilla (being given a handkerchief by Nathan): I’ll be fine. You know it’s just not fair! I’m supposed to go first. That’s how it should be. (balling her fists) I just want my precious baby boy back!

Allison prayed that Chloe, sleeping upstairs, wouldn’t hear Priscilla’s crying, and especially the exclamation she had just made.

Allison: I’ll get you some tea, Priscilla.

Priscilla: To hell with tea! Get me some scotch on the rocks. On second thought, damn the rocks! Give it to me straight up. (noticing Allison’s hesitance) And don’t give me any of that bull about there not being any alcohol in this house. You’re a lesbian for God’s sake!

Nathan (taking her hand as Allison leaves the room): Just let me know if there’s anything I can do.

Priscilla: Your mother’s so lucky to still have you in her life. I’m sure you were a good son.

Nathan: I’m sure she’d beg to differ. I was a handful as a kid.

Priscilla (weeping): So was my little Peyton. Sometimes I called him “little Satan.” I swear I spanked him several times a day. (noticing the look of astonishment on Nathan’s face) I keep forgetting that your generation believes in all that “time out” bullshit. No, not I! The Scriptures say “spare the rod, spoil the child.” (pause) Little did I know my baby would actually grow up to like the rod in more ways than one.

Nathan (laughing): I’m sure you were a great mother.

Priscilla: And you were a great son. Of course, had you been mine, I would have been arrested for incest. (looking up to see Nathan laugh as Allison returns) Oh, there, you are with my drink. What took you so long? You’re supposed to be a runner.

Nathan: Well, I’m going to leave now. I just wanted to touch base with Allison, but we can do that another time. (to Priscilla) Like I said, if you need anything—besides sex—don’t hesitate to call me.

Priscilla (as soon as the door closes): Too bad his mother didn’t send him to one of those religious “de-gaying” camps. Lord knows I could have been his Mrs. Robinson.

WEST LOS ANGELES CHURCH, MONDAY AFTERNOON

Brendon felt extremely conflicted, and while he was relieved to be back in Nathan’s life, he knew it was at Justin’s expense. Something had to be done about the boy. He consulted Kyle, who suggested military camp as a safe option as he needed a good dose of discipline, and sending him off to boarding school would most likely result in an endless stream of expulsions. It was during his talk to Kyle that he inquired about Peyton’s death only to learn he had been murdered by Vittoria Morelli, who herself had fallen to her death down the stairs at Callum’s home.

Rob Dougan’s “Furious Angels” begins playing softly in the background of this scene as Brendon nearly dropped the phone upon learning this. That’s why she hasn’t returned any of my calls. Oh my God! She killed an innocent person, and I gave her the means to take his life. But how did Peyton become the victim? It was supposed to be Callum! The remainder of the morning he tried to force himself to live as normally as possible, but Justin temporarily ran away when he called the police for him to make his confession to clear Nathan’s name. Fortunately, his absence had been less than two hours, and he came back mysteriously cooperative and telling the officer the whole sordid truth. It as toward midday that he left the house to go the church to clear his mind. He went to the prayer chapel, where he hoped to achieve peace of mind and unburden himself of the guilt that had been increasingly weighing on his conscience.

The chapel was empty, the little room dimly lit by the altar of candles. Brendon hoped to be swallowed by the quiet, desiring to be cleansed of his part in the tragedy that had shaken him to his core. He lit a candle for Peyton and knelt down before the altar, the silence soon punctuated by his weeping. He had never wanted it to end this way. A spasm of pain shot through his head. Damn migraines! They had not ceased and were a constant reminder of his own attack in the park by the woman who had taken Peyton’s life. This circle of violence must end, and it must start with me. I promise, you, God, that I will do everything within my power to set things right even though I can’t bring either of them back.

He rose from his knelt position, turned to leave when he was startled by Callum’s presence as if he were a specter suddenly appearing.

Brendon: C-Callum, what are you doing here?

Callum: I came to make a generous donation to this church. My son was returned to me on the steps outside, and I wanted to come here as I was thinking about Peyton, who loved my son.

Brendon (eerily taken aback by the civility Callum’s showing him): I lit a candle for him. He’s been on my mind a lot today.

Callum: As he should be since you’re the reason he’s dead, you bastard!

Brendon didn’t see the punch coming but certainly felt its impact as Callum’s fist sent his body backwards and crashing into the altar. The fabric of his shirt caught on fire, the flame greedily glowing brighter with Brendon’s shouts. He threw himself to the floor and rolled over to extinguish it, all the time Callum stood silently watching the spectacle, saddened when Brendon rose from the floor, physically unscarred by the action but emotionally shaken.

Brendon: What’s got into you?

Callum: That was just a taste of the real hell you’ll soon be experiencing, you bastard!

Brendon: We’re in a church for heaven’s sake!

Callum (nonchalantly): Did I not tell you I’m an atheist when it suits me?

Brendon: I understand you’re grieving, but this isn’t—

Callum: Cut the act, Brendon. I know you sent that whore to kill me. You even supplied her with the gun and bullets, and now Peyton is dead all because of you. (tears bursting from his eyes)

Brendon: Don’t you think I know that! (sitting down in a pew) I have been asking God for forgiveness this entire time. I-I never—(emotionally choking on his words and falling to the floor)

Callum: I hope He doesn’t grant you forgiveness because you’re going straight to hell if I have anything to do with it. As God is my witness, I will make you suffer for this. By the time I’m done, you will lose everything—Nathan, Justin—

Brendon (aggressively rising): You stay away from them! (wiping away his tears) This is between you and me. Leave them out of this. I never meant for this to happen.

Callum: What? For Peyton to die? Or for me to still be alive?

Brendon: Peyton didn’t deserve this. He was the most—

Callum: Blah! Blah! Blah! Save it for the eulogy. I would consider it ironic for you to be at his funeral since you’re the reason he’s dead. But I’ll grant you that moment of solace to pay your respects.

Brendon: Pardon?

Callum: You heard me. I’m basically offering you a truce until after the funeral at which point you should have finished writing your own obituary.

Brendon: How dare you!

Callum: Once his body is laid to rest, I will make you pay for this… you, Allison, and anyone else who has done me wrong. Not you, not LAPD, and not even God will keep me from seeing you all suffer so much that you’ll be dying to join Peyton. (pause) And yes, the pun was intended.

He turned and left the chapel as silently as he had come. A cold breeze blew into the room, putting out the candles and efficiently putting the room into blackness. It was at that moment that Brendon realized it was not the effect of the total occlusion of light but the real darkness of Callum’s prophecy descending upon him.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 21: “Breaking News”

Nelly Furtado’s “All Good Things (Come to an End)” opens this episode over the following montages:

Two stretchers on which two dead bodies lie—covered with sheets—are being carried outside Callum’s mansion as the homicide division of LAPD is officially working the crime scene. Godfrey is seen in the background, talking with an officer, and upstairs Talon cradles a shock-ridden Callum, his face still subjected to erratic fits of crying. Talon’s body language assumes a protective bearing as he leads Callum into the bedroom to lie him down.

Heath opens his eyes, sunbeams directly hitting his skin and illuminating his damaged body, blood and fluids still flowing over the curves of his recumbent figure. Pain shoots through every fiber of his being as he raises his head from the ground. Seeing no sign of his attackers, he starts to crawl away, his fingertips reaching out, securing themselves to the ground as he uses his remaining upper body strength to move himself forward an inch before collapsing, his head falling back to the ground, his eyes closing.

SUNDAY AFTERNOON, BERNIE’S PATISSERIE, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Drake took the last sip of his mimosa before setting the glass on the table. Austin sat across from him, enjoying the last of their late Sunday brunch. Usually Drake would make brunch at home, but Austin felt rather chipper and wanted to go out to celebrate. A smug grin had been pasted on his face the entire morning as he fumbled with his Blackberry.

Drake: Okay, out with it. What’s got you on cloud nine?

Austin: Tonight, we’ll be on cloud sixty-nine. I just got like ten more emails from Outrunners saying they are going to vote for me.

Drake: Wow, that’s great.

Austin: And I owe it all to Allison.

Drake: How’s that?

Austin: Well, that stunt she pulled yesterday at the beach with Callum really damaged her popularity.

Drake: That was some knockdown drag-out catfight. But do you think you should be winning at her expense? It’s not like she—

Austin (testily cutting him off): Drake, this club is widely riddled with scandal. You’ve got Nathan accused of child molestation, Bralen pumping himself full of steroids, Chloe throwing a fit over a baby that’s not even hers, and now Allison and Callum acting like junior high school kids on the playground.

But you also contributed to it, Austin, with your talk of seeing Chloe kissing another woman. I even heard you taking Callum’s side in that argument. I’m not sure I can go along with your tactics to win this campaign, but you’re my husband, and I promised to support you. I just pray you never learn of my indiscretions, for I wouldn’t want to be on the receiving end of your resentment.

Drake (sighing): Well, then, I guess you should be preparing your speech.

Austin: Yeah, I’ll be President Monroe once again.

Drake: Yeah, but only the intellectuals back in Boston and on the East Coast would understand the connection with your last name. How many Angelinos do you think know of any U.S. president prior to Reagan? Hell, most Californians wouldn’t even know their own governor’s name if he hadn’t been a big time movie star.

Austin: How many people can claim tracing their family lineage back to the fifth U.S. president? (his phone ringing): Excuse me, babe.

Drake: Don’t answer it. Damn it, Austin, we’re having brunch. (suddenly noticing Austin’s face expression dramatically change) What’s wrong?

Austin (putting phone down): There’s been an accident. Peyton’s dead.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Talon entered Callum’s bedroom, watching him quickly lie back on the bed. Even amid all the chaos, Callum’s mind had gone straight to the task of making the most of the situation. The police would definitely get both guns, and of more importance was the fact that Vittoria had touched the first gun after he had wiped off Peyton’s prints. She would rightfully get pinned with the crime once ballistics proved that it was the gun used to shoot Allison and Chloe. Prior to Talon’s entrance, Callum had been on the phone, arranging for Vittoria’s drugs and further incriminating evidence to be placed back into her apartment. Now either Chloe or Justin’s testimony of her dealing drugs would seal the case.

Talon: You really should be in hospital.

Callum (dexterously putting his cell phone under the pillow): I-I’m fine. It appears to be only a flesh wound in my arm. Besides, I don’t want to go to Hollywood Hospital. Have the police arrived?

Talon: Yes, they’re downstairs. I lied and told them you were sleeping. This whole ordeal has me shaken. I’m not used to these lenient gun laws. Did you know that nutter had two guns? Why on earth would she wish to harm you?

Callum: I don’t know. I-I just can’t believe he’s gone. (begins crying and Talon lies down on the bed to hold him)

Talon (kissing Callum’s forehead): I know what you mean. It seems like it was just minutes ago he was changing nappies on the beach. (pause) I guess Inga got a nice break from that chore. (sighing) Anyway, I need to finish my statement. Godfrey’s giving his right now. I’m sure they’ll be questioning you soon. (rising to leave but Callum grabs his arm) Don’t worry, Love. I’ll be back.

Callum: Thank you, Talon… for all you’ve done.

Talon: Just as soon as this mess is behind us, we’re going home to London. That baby nearly lost his father today, and I’m personally seeing to it that this doesn’t happen again. From henceforth, I’m your shadow. (starting to leave but turns around at the door) By the way, here’s your mobile. I picked it up before any of the coppers took it as evidence. (placing the phone on the stand by the bed) I also rang your mum and sis.

Callum: You what?

Talon: I calmed them down, although it was the second time in a year in which you nearly lost your life. I doubt your family’s fully recovered from almost losing you at sea.

Callum (softly spoken): Gavin. I need him. (breaking into tears)

Talon: Well, you have me now. (bending to kiss him) I’ll be back.

As soon as Talon leaves, Callum reaches for the cell underneath the pillow and calls Nathan’s number. Once he gets wind of what happened, he’ll want to come by and check on me. I can’t risk him running into Talon. That has to be prevented at all costs.

BRENDON AND NATHAN’S FIRST HOME, SILVER LAKE

Brendon grabbed the chair and smashed it against the windowpane, the glass fragments falling to the floor as he shouted at the top of his lungs, alerting his murderous son that he was being watched. Upon hearing Brendon’s protests amidst the shattering glass, Justin released Nathan’s head, assured that he was dead. There’s no way that Brendon can get to him in time. Now he’ll know what it feels like to… Suddenly, Justin heard someone calling both Nathan and Brendon’s names. He picked up the shovel and immediately bolted from the scene mere seconds before Allison entered the background. She had come to the front door, found it locked, and saw the note telling Nathan to come round back. She heard shouting, her eyes roving the area in search of its origin. She soon recognized the voice as Brendon’s.

Brendon: Rescue Nathan! He’s in the pool!

Allison (still searching for voice origin): What?

Then she saw Nathan’s body floating in the water. She screamed his name before diving into the pool, her arms and hands taking hold of him and pulling him to the surface, laying him on the concrete. She could tell he was unconscious and fearing the worst from the look of his skin quickly began administering CPR to him, her mouth firmly sealed upon his as she urgently sought to restore life to him, alternately breathing air into him and compressing his chest. After what seemed like an eternity, he coughed up water, a spout of it ejecting through his lips like a geyser. He turned onto his side, coughing erratically as more water spilled from his mouth.

Allison: My God, Nathan! Are you okay? (he raises his upper body and she instinctively hugs him and finds herself kissing his cheeks)

Nathan (still coughing): I-I’m okay. I don’t know what happened. (trying to rise from the ground)

Allison: Take it easy.

As she was looking intensely into his eyes, Brendon had managed to squeeze through the cellar transom, rushing over to them and falling on the ground beside Nathan. He took Nathan’s face into his hands and began kissing him. Allison moved back to allow for their reunion.

Brendon: Oh, Nathan, I thought I had lost you. I love you so much!

Nathan (being squeezed tightly by Brendon): Some reception I’m getting.

Brendon: You don’t know what that would have done to me had I lost you.

Allison: Where were you, Brendon? How did this happen? There’s a gash on the back of his head.

Brendon: I was locked in the cellar. I-I saw him trip, hit his head on the concrete edge, and fall into the water. Thank God you made it in time. (resumes kissing Nathan)

Allison: I think he should be taken to the hospital.

Nathan (pulling himself from Brendon): I’m fine. Really!

Brendon: I’ll take care of him, Allison. Thanks.

Allison awkwardly felt miffed by Brendon’s tone as if he didn’t want her there anymore in spite of the fact that she had just saved Nathan’s life. She was delighted to see the two of them seemingly back together. I guess sometimes it does take a near-disaster to make people see the error of their ways. She took it as her cue to leave, particularly when she saw Brendon cradling Nathan’s head, telling him how he was loved and how he had been wrong to ever doubt him.

Lifehouse’s “Take Me Away” begins playing in the background once Allison had left the backyard. Brendon grasped the bottom of Nathan’s wet shirt and drew it over his head, the water drops cascading over his well-defined torso now in plain view of the sunshine.

Brendon: I am so wrong I ever doubted you, Nathan. I love you and just want to be with you.

Nathan (still a bit disoriented): Thanks for finally seeing the light.

Oh, I’ve finally seen it. I know that Justin is behind everything. You were totally right about him. I never imagined he would try to get rid of you this way. Oh God, what have I done? He’s my son! Brendon’s thoughts were halted when Nathan’s wet hands grasped around his waist to uproot the shirt off him. They were both now bare-chested, hot having seen each other even this partially nude in several weeks. Their eyes locked in a moment of mutual longing. Brendon’s mouth went straight for Nathan’s neck like a vampire in thirst for the blood of a virgin maiden. Feeling the suction on him, Nathan finally surrendered to this burning desire and pushed Brendon onto the grass and crawled on top of him. It was then that each felt the other’s hardness, and their hands sought to liberate their lower bodies of any clothing, total nudity their ultimate goal. The sunlight fell beautifully onto their well-sculpted bodies as if they were posing for a photo shoot. Their kissing continued at a rapid pace before they realized it best to carry it inside the house.

It felt good to be back together, this long overdue reunion. Nathan filled Brendon’s void with loving affection, generated from weeks of absence. Brendon filled Nathan’s need for carnal gratification, nibbling and sucking on his neck before performing the same action on his nipples and lastly his throbbing erection. Nathan reacted hungrily to Brendon’s attention to each of these areas, capriciously pulling his mouth from whichever body part he was sucking to grant him a passionate kiss, his mouth seemingly yearning for a taste of the lips that were pleasuring every inch of him. Brendon enjoyed granting him this bliss and soon found himself pleased when Nathan reciprocated the gesture, the bristles of Nathan’s closely shaved beard managing to tickle his skin wherever his mouth was at work. Moans soon escaped Brendon’s lips, and his body shook wildly when he came. He immediately apologized to Nathan as the orgasm happened so soon, but they knew that it had been Brendon’s first since the accident several weeks ago so his body was in a highly sensitive state.

This did little to stop Nathan from eventually penetrating Brendon, who eagerly accepted him with much anticipation. Their physical connection at last felt complete, the missionary position allowing them to look into each other’s eyes with a flaming passion, their kissing complementing the heated drives Nathan made with his restored strength. Brendon’s second orgasm rendered him totally powerless to engage in a flip-flop .Their joyful union continued until they were exhausted, evidenced by the sheen of sweat that covered both their bodies. Both were so tired that neither bothered to answer their phones when a devastating message was delivered to all Outrunners.

HAWK EYE LEATHER BAR, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Bralen was going through his email inbox on his Blackberry when he came across the invitation for Tristan’s homecoming celebration at the Hawk Eye. Skanky choice, he thought, but it is coming from Heath, who most likely thought of this at the last minute. I should go and see if I can help with the setup, even though I can’t really bear to see the sight of Tristan. Kyle was right about one thing. Staying shut inside won’t make a difference as I’m eventually going to have to face everyone. It might as well be today. It’s just going to feel strange seeing Heath with Tristan, especially that I drunkenly kissed Kyle last night.

Bralen had just walked to the back of the building, coming across what he had thought to be some nameless vagrant, lying face down on the ground. The clothes on him were ripped to shreds, his buttocks in full view, his shirt entirely missing, and a rank stench emanated from him. Bralen nearly puked when he saw blood and what appeared to be runny pus or mucus. He stepped around the fallen figure and knocked on the backdoor entrance of the club, but when the man managed to turn himself on its back, Bralen stole a quick glance and let a small cry when he recognized who it was underneath the mop of black-dyed hair on the guy’s head. It was Heath!

Bralen (coming closer): Heath, is that you?

Heath: Br-Br—

Bralen: Oh my God!

He looked at him. Blood was pasted on his face, his lip badly cut, his cheeks dark red from what appeared beating. Bruises were all down his extremities, and specks of semen dotted his skin, slowly drying in the summer heat. In that full second of looking at Heath, Bralen knew what had happened. Pulling off his shirt, he covered Heath, and tried to help him up from the ground, but then thought better of it.

Bralen: I’m calling the police.

Heath (putting out his hand to stop him): No, don’t!

Bralen: Why? Heath, you’ve been attacked, and it looks like you’ve been—

Heath (imploringly): Don’t say it.

Bralen: Then I’m calling Kyle. The police need to be notified of this.

Heath (vehemently): I said no!

Bralen: Then what do you want me to do?

Heath: Just take me home before anyone gets here.

Bralen (hesitantly): I-I’ll bring my car around here.

After he left for his car, Heath sat there on the ground, his open sores aching and pulsating with pain. I can’t let this get out. What would Tristan think? He’d never want to be with me let alone ever make love to me. It seemed like an eternity before Bralen’s car pulled into the back parking lot, and he hopped out to help Heath inside. He’s so kind to me, especially after all the mess I’ve put him through. He doesn’t deserve it. But then Bralen asked a rather stupid question that irritated him.

Bralen: Where to?

Heath: I said home.

Bralen: Would that be to Kyle’s or Tristan’s?

He does make a good point. I should tell him Tristan’s since it’s nearby. The short ride over, Heath prayed no one would be home, and luckily his prayers were answered. Tristan had given him a key so they were able to easily get inside the apartment, Heath heading straight for the bathroom, his mission cut short once again by Bralen.

Bralen: Heath, what are you going to do?

Heath: I’m going to take a shower.

Bralen: No, you can’t do that. You need to be seen by a doctor! What about the evidence (hesitantly) on—on you right now.

Heath: I don’t care. I don’t want any reminder of what those creeps did to me. I just want it off me!

Bralen (urgently rushing to him): Please, let’s just call Kyle. He’ll know what to do.

Heath: For the last fucking time, Bralen, I said no. I’m not going to have my name in the news, especially with many homophobes thinking I probably deserved it.

Bralen: Don’t say that. No one deserves what you went through. I’m not going to push the issue any further, but what about the party? You want me to tell everyone it’s canceled?

Heath (nodding): Thanks. You don’t know how much that means—(suddenly breaking down, crying)

Bralen (moving to hold him): Oh, Heath…

Heath (harshly): Don’t touch me.

Bralen (backing away): I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—

Heath: I’m sorry. I’m just a little on edge.

Bralen: D-Do you want me to stay with you at least until Tristan or Vittoria comes back?

Heath nodded before rushing into the bathroom. Bralen heard the water being turned on full force. Heath lost himself in the steam generated by the hot water that mildly scalded his skin. He didn’t really care about the pain but was steadfastly driven to wash their taint off his body. Grasping the bottle of body wash, he nearly broke the cap off in his attempt to pour the gel all over him before wrenching the shower brush from the caddy and harshly grazing every crevice of his body with the bristles. The scent of the gel did nothing to erase their rank smell from his consciousness. He fell to the shower floor, pulling his legs to his chest, oblivious to the water beating down upon the crown of his head. He finally released a loud wail that escaped through the bathroom door, reaching Bralen’s ears in the living room. Bralen couldn’t take it anymore. He rang up Kyle to tell him what had happened. The call went straight to his voicemail. Bralen gave a heavy sigh and sat down on the couch, dismayed and unsure of what to do. Suddenly, a loud blaring sound filled the apartment. Bralen rushed to the bathroom door in time to meet Heath as he came out, still looking awful in spite of his freshly cleansed body.

Bralen: What’s that sound?

Heath (nonchalantly): The fire alarm.

Bralen (urgently): Put something on. We should leave now.

Heath ambled into the bedroom, pulled a few articles of clothing from the wardrobe and scrambled his body into some of Tristan’s tight clothing. They both rushed outside the apartment. Not a minute had passed before two unidentified men came into the apartment to place drugs and a bloodied crowbar among the many cluttered items in Vittoria’s closet. It would be another ten minutes before all the tenants of the apartment complex would learn it had been a false alarm. It would then be another ten minutes before Bralen would get the breaking news that the Outrunners athletic club had just lost one of its own members.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Kyle had finished daubing the tip of his bloodied toe with the cotton ball drenched in hydrogen peroxide. Had it been another inch or so, he would have lost it. The pain was manageable. Fortunately, it was only a grazed wound. He looked over to the corner, seeing Tristan huddled in it. He had given him one big punch to knock him out. The nerve of that bastard to attack me in my own home! I have the right to beat the shit out of him, but that would be police brutality. It was then that Kyle’s phone rang, the caller being the homicide division informing him to come to the crime site in the Hollywood Hills, as it partly involved one of his former suspects Vittoria Morelli. He couldn’t believe what he was told. When the call ended, he nudged Tristan back to consciousness to break the awful news to him that he had just lost two of his friends.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, SUNDAY LATE AFTERNOON

Estrella put down her cup of tea when there was a knock at her door. Upon opening it, she was greeted by the stern face of Allison Trudeau. She instinctively shut the door, but Allison’s foot prevented the door from completely closing.

Estrella: Go away!

Allison: We need to talk.

Estrella: I’ve got nothing to say to you.

Allison (pushing herself into the house): Too bad. I’ve got a lot to say to you.

Estrella: Is this about Chloe?

Allison: You’re damn right it is!

Estrella (defensively putting up her hands): Look, it’s over between us.

Allison: How could you take advantage of her like that?

Estrella: She came to me.

Allison: And then you came onto her!

Estrella: That’s not how it went down.

Allison (gritting her teeth): Don’t lie to me, you bitch!

Estrella: How dare you talk to me that way in my own home!

Allison: How dare you come into mine, seducing Chloe like you did!

Estrella: Hey, I’m not a dyke!

Allison: You sure as hell fooled me.

Estrella: Look, I like men. (pause) No, I LOVE men, but you wouldn’t know anything about that.

Allison: You don’t know a damn thing about me.

Estrella: I know you can give a hard punch.

Allison: I barely touched you.

Estrella: I was referring to Callum Sutcliffe who you also attacked.

Allison: Ugh! You know him? Now wonder I don’t like you.

Estrella: I’m his attorney.

Allison: Well, that puts you between a rock and a hard place. His own lawyer is getting it on with his son’s kidnapper. (suddenly seeing a look of fright on Estrella’s face) I’d hate to be you if this comes to trial.

Estrella: W-What do you know?

Allison: I know everything, Estrella. (coming up to her) Chloe told me how you were “helping” her with the baby.

Estrella: I want you to leave now.

Allison (getting in her face): And I want you to stay the hell away from Chloe!

At that moment, almost eerily on a cosmic scale, both their cell phones rang. Estrella saw from the I.D. feature that it was Tristan. Allison saw on hers that it was Kyle. Both were essentially receiving the same devastating news with the slight difference being that Estrella’s message was about the fate of her client and Allison’s about that of her longstanding colleague.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, LATE SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Detective Jack Milton had arrived at Callum’s home several minutes after receiving the call about a homicide. Earlier that day, he had a gut feeling that something was definitely not right about the case. After having eaten crow about Dr. Trudeau, he revisited some of Detective Kyle Walgrove’s theories about Vittoria Morelli, and that coupled with her odd behavior when he had paid her that visit only solidified his suspicions about her. Yet the one notion that had puzzled him was her reference to Estrella Tartaro as her attorney—and she just happened to be Callum Sutcliffe’s attorney as well. All these thoughts had wandered through his mind, and he could never have imagined that one of the two dead bodies at Callum’s home was Vittoria Morelli. Callum was upstairs—presumably asleep—but there was an eyewitness who was more than willing to share his side of the story.

Milton: Now, Mr. Prescott, you said you and Dr. Ashland tried to wrench the gun away from her.

Talon: That’s right. I had heard loud voices, arguing, and I was coming onto the landing when I saw her shoot Callum. That was when Dr. Ashland and I attempted to get the gun from her.

Milton: And then it went off?

Talon: No, she bit at me (showing him the teeth marks in his skin) and pushed me away. Dr. Ashland continued to struggle for control of the gun. She lost her balance, and the gun went off.

Milton: So she fell down the stairs and Dr. Ashland was shot?

Talon: It’s as simple as that, Detective.

Milton (curtly): I’ll be the judge of this case’s simplicity, Mr. Prescott. Now since you seem to have all the answers, would you explain to me why Ms. Morelli came here with two guns?

Talon (puzzled): I haven’t any clue why she had two guns. She was apparently off her rocker.

Kyle (entering the scene): Well, it wouldn’t be the first time Vittoria allegedly attempted murder.

Milton (turning around): Oh, Detective Walgrove, you made it. Too bad you’re late.

Kyle: Traffic was awful, even with the sirens blaring. So what happened?

Milton: You can read the report when it’s done.

Kyle (angrily): Look, I just lost a good friend because you failed to follow up on my leads. I told you this woman was dangerous. I can bet my life she was the one who shot Allison.

Milton: Well, we’ll know more once ballistics works with the guns.

Talon: I hate to interrupt this little power play you two are having, but is that all you’ll be needing of—

Milton: Actually, Mr. Prescott, we need you to come down to the station for further questioning.

Kyle (intrusively): Where’s Callum?

Milton (looking at Kyle): I’m the one doing the interrogating, Detective Walgrove.

Talon: He’s upstairs, resting.

Kyle: We need to get a statement from him.

Talon: Couldn’t he do that another time?

Callum appears at the top of the stairs and then lethargically descends them, his arm wrapped in gauze. Talon rushes up the steps to wrap his arms around him.

Talon: What are you doing out of bed?

Callum: You heard the detectives. They need my statement.

Talon (whispering): Do you think that a good idea right now? They’ve been asking me some serious questions about this woman.

Callum (aloud): I have nothing to hide.

Milton: Ah, Mr. Sutcliffe, just the man I wanted to see.

Talon (interjecting): Detective, there’s nothing more he can tell you that I haven’t already.

Milton: I would appreciate it, Mr. Prescott, if you would let me do my job. Mr. Sutcliffe is involved in a homicide and needs to be questioned.

Talon (turning to Callum): Should I call—

Callum: I’ve already contacted my attorney, who’ll be at the station when we arrive.

Talon: I’m coming with you.

They all had gone outside the house, Kyle having done so earlier to place his call to Allison. It was when he was about to get into the car when he saw Tristan come onto the property and accost Callum.

Tristan (aggressively approaching him): You’re responsible for this, you bastard!

Callum (visibly shaken): Tristan, I swear I had nothing to do with this.

Tristan: That’s bullshit!

Callum: She came after me with the gun. (crying) She shot Peyton!

Tristan (balling his fists): You did this, you son-of-a-bitch!

Talon (stepping in): He’s telling the truth.

Kyle (coming up to them): Tristan, I think you should go. Besides, we need you to contact Vittoria’s next of kin.

Callum: I’m so sorry for this, Tristan. (voice cracking) I-I know how close you two were.

Tristan: She shouldn’t have been the one to die. You should’ve!

Talon (grabbing Tristan and starting to push him off the property): That’s it. I’ve heard enough from you.

Tristan: Take your hands off me! Who the fuck do you think you are?

Callum (grabbing Talon to pull him into the car): Come on. It’s only natural for him to react this way.

Talon got into the car with Callum, and they were driven off the estate, Callum staring out the window as Tristan continued to emotionally break down, hurling invectives at the car. Even though Callum couldn’t hear them, he could only imagine how hurtful they were.

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ

The Guillemots’ “Get Over it” plays over the final scenes of this episode.

Allison comes home to find Chloe packing her clothing. She walks over to her to tell her the bad news that Peyton is dead. Chloe immediately halts her packing and breaks down in Allison’s arms, her body quivering as tears fall from her eyes and loud cries escape her lips.

Brendon and Nathan lay side by side in the bed, Brendon’s chin resting comfortably on Nathan’s chest. They had just finished round three, and this moment of relaxation provided Brendon with a brief moment of reflection. He had reunited with Nathan and had yet to tell him the full truth of his innocence in Justin’s lie. They had got so caught up in the moment that nothing else mattered. Neither had answered their phones and were still in the dark about the tragedy to hit the club. Brendon had to deal with his internal struggle that not only did he know his son hated Nathan, but that he attempted to kill him. Brendon looked up at Nathan’s face to see that he had fallen asleep. I nearly lost you today, and I’ll be damned if I ever let it get to that point again. I just can’t believe my own son is an attempted murderer. I have to stop him before he goes too far. Brendon only needed to look up and out the window to see the pained face of Justin as he stared into the bedroom, looking at the joy on his father’s face in Nathan’s presence. Disappointed with his mission to get rid of Nathan, there came a malicious spark in Justin’s eyes. He’d rather be with that fag! I hate you, Nathan, and I hate you, too, Brendon.

Rodrigo posts a picture of Tristan onto a wall collage that had pictures of all the people that had been antagonistic to Callum. Tristan’s photo had a huge X drawn over it. There were images of Allison, Drake, and Austin among others. Mr. Sutcliffe will be so proud of me now that I took care of one of these guys. I’ll start to get more attention from him once that Nathan guy is handled. He then tacks a photo of Nathan onto his wall.

Talon escorts Callum into the bedroom, flipping on the light switch. It’s in the evening, and they have just returned from the police station.

Talon: Why didn’t you tell me you had retained Stuart Varady as your solicitor? I hadn’t known he was licensed here in California. Last I heard he left Oxford for Harvard Law.

Callum: It pays to have connections.

Talon (coming behind him to massage Callum’s shoulders): You should rest.

Callum (sitting on the bed): I feel so responsible for this. I-I just can’t believe that—

Talon: Look, you are not responsible for this. (pause) Why don’t I get us some tea? You lie down.

Callum (grabbing Talon’s hand): Talon, thank you so much for everything.

Talon: You know I would move heaven and earth to put you at ease. (hearing the phone suddenly ring on the bed stand) You should get that. I’ll be right back.

Callum: That’s not my—(coming over to the bed stand and picking up the phone)

By that point, Talon had left the room and didn’t hear the announcement that it wasn’t Callum’s phone. He had brought this to me earlier today, thinking it was mine. The model does look similar to mine. What the bloody hell!

Callum had picked up the phone and opened it, his breath cut short by the wallpaper image of Vittoria and Tristan together, smiling in front of the Colosseum in Rome. It was Vittoria’s phone! He sat down on the bed and cried, his grief overtaking him. The poor girl would never have happy times like that anymore… would never see her family and friends again. Tristan was right. I am to blame for this tragedy. I set all this into motion. I—

He was about to shut the phone when it received a text message. Callum drew in his breath as he read the identity of the sender. Brendon Roberts! He clicked to read the message, and then clicked to look at the full inbox, and then looked at the call log, and listened to the voicemail. In those few minutes, his grieving period came to an end. He had been provided with all the information he needed to know that Brendon and Vittoria were colluding against him. He could no longer feel sorry for Vittoria’s fate and the need to atone for it. The only thing he felt in that moment was the burning desire for revenge.

TO BE CONTINUED…