Deviant(123)

I closed my eyes in frustration. If this was the incident he was thinking of, it was totally innocent. Yes, I kissed him, but it was only to help out a friend. We were all friends back then. We were all close. We would have helped each other out through thick and thin. We even used to play Truth or Dare on occasion. Could he not realise that was what it was at the time? Could he not have just stopped for one fucking minute to ask?

“You don’t understand,” I blurted. I wasn’t sure why I needed to explain myself. Dean was obviously shooting first and asking questions later, and that was fine. He would only see for himself eventually.

“I understand perfectly,” he retorted, cutting me off. “What I don’t understand is why you’re not with him yet? You’re with him, but you’re not. Do you two just fuck each other? Actually, hold on. No, I would know if you had. I’ve known your life for too long now.” He sat there and pondered his next question for a minute. “Let me put it another way. Did you let him fuck you the minute I was gone?” He started laughing at his own joke before shaking his head. “In fact, scrap that. I know you didn’t.”

He was being crass and he knew it. Every breath in my body wanted to scream out in protest of this man. I had an explanation for my actions, but he didn’t want to hear it. He was blaming me for something I never did, but he was also blaming my parents for his mum and dad’s death. Nobody knew that they were even gone. My whole family, Ian, and I were completely left in the dark. I couldn’t understand how he could begin to think my parents could ever be directly, or even indirectly, involved in their murder. And I did mean murder. I wasn’t stupid. I had a feeling his parents were up to no good. They were always sneaking around, always making sure I never came around at certain times, and they were always talking to people that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. I never said anything because I loved Dean and I didn’t want him to hurt, but I wasn’t completely clueless to their way of life. They never seemed to go to work, yet they had the latest fashion, cars, accessories, you name it. It didn’t take a genius to work out what was going on.

“I’m not going to answer your fucking stupid questions anymore because, no matter what I say, you’re going to twist it around so it fits whatever morbid notion you have going around that sick head of yours. All I will say is that my parents had nothing to do with your mum and dad’s death. I had nothing to do with your mum and dad’s death. I didn’t know and I’m sorry for your loss, but I’m not going to stick around any longer and let you abuse me and accuse my family and me of such ridiculous allegations.”

Dean laughed and it made my blood boil even further. “Maybe you just don’t know your parents as well as I do, Tyler. They obviously kept things from you. They tried and failed to keep me away from you. But, even still, you couldn’t seem to keep that mouth shut of yours about me. That’s what led to their death, Tyler.”

I huffed out my frustration. “I never told them anything!” I shouted. “I didn’t fucking know anything. I know my parents never liked us together, Dean, but they would never have been so vindictive. They would never have put your parents in harm’s way. There is no way in hell I will believe that. They were just trying to protect me from you. They were just making sure you never took advantage of me.”

Dean laughed. “They couldn’t keep you away from me forever, Tyler. You want to know how I know you never fucked Ian once I left? I took advantage of your innocence long before you, or they, could realise.”

Frowning, I couldn’t fathom what he was talking about. “What do you mean?”

Dean shook his head with a smile. “Remember when you were eighteen and, at a party, you told a boy named Dillon you were still a virgin?”

Throwing my hand over my mouth, I gasped. Shaking my head, I could almost feel the tears pooling in my eyes. “No…,” I protested.

“Yes,” Dean replied. “You always wanted me to be your first, Tyler. I was just granting that one wish for you—”

“What?” I interrupted. “Before you came back, stalked me, and tried to ruin my life?”

Dean nodded. “Something like that. I was out to ruin you, yes, but only because of what you did. I could have given you the world, but all you did was shit on me.”

I had enough. I wasn’t going to stand here and listen to this any longer. “Goodbye, Dean. I hope I never fucking see you again.”

Dean banged the desk again but, this time, I didn’t jump. I was determined to not let him affect me. “Get back here, Tyler. You and I aren’t fucking done yet.”