The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 42: “Hell Is Around the Corner”

Bush’s “Chemicals Between Us” opens this episode over the following montages:

Allison and Chloe lay in bed, their bodies snuggled together in a state of physical tranquility yet Chloe’s mind is definitely in distress. She brushes aside Allison’s arm, rises and goes to the bathroom, splashing cold water on her face. Is this moving too fast? I’m glad to be back with Allison. We had such a wonderful time this evening. She genuinely loves me. We’ve both made mistakes, and she’s clearly making amends, making more time for me and planning events for us. I must say I’m curious to know about this vacation she has in store for us, but I have to wait until after the No on Prop 8 event. I’m sure Estrella will be there. That’ll be the ultimate test for me, but if Allison’s willing to forgive my mistake with her, then I should do likewise with Nathan. I deserve happiness… but can Allison give me what I need? Is it too late? Chloe goes back to bed, places Allison’s arm back around her, praying the gesture would ward off dreams of Estrella.

Callum opens his eyes, realizing he’s not in his own bed, and looks over to see Talon next to him, the lines of his muscles evident against his pasty complexion. Callum gingerly rises from the bed, feeling soreness in his lower body. Looking at Talon’s abdomen rise and fall with each inhalation, Callum reaches his hand over to touch the mysterious flesh, tears coming to his eyes as he realizes it hadn’t been a dream. It really happened. He finally got what he came for, and I willingly gave it to him. How could that be? That’s right. I remember now. He knows the truth! The shock forces Callum to rush into the bathroom, a queasiness gripping his stomach. He turns on the shower and allows the water to flow over him, and as he emerges, he finds Talon still asleep. His body wrapped in bath towel, Callum flees from the room and rushes downstairs in search of Godfrey.

Kyle opens his eyes, his neck feeling stiff as he soon realizes Bralen has stolen his pillow once more. He looks over to see him, the pillow clutched in Bralen’s embrace. Better the pillow than me. I can’t sleep anyway. Kyle rises from the bed, totally nude, and crosses to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. He looks into the mirror, rakes his hands through his hair, closes his eyes and thinks of Heath. It had been good sex he and Bralen enjoyed, but Kyle’s heart fills with sadness as he steps back into the bedroom, seeing Bralen’s figure in the bed where he and Heath had made love several times. He silently goes into the living room, turns on the light, and sits on the sofa, dragging his hand between the cushions to extract a bottle of vodka from which he takes a sip. Seeing the photo album, he pulls it forward and routinely turns the pages, looking at images of his life with Heath, tears coming to his eyes and a sob escaping his mouth. He was so immersed in his agony that failed to see Bralen looking at him from the hallway. When Kyle did calm down and gestured to get up from the sofa, Bralen silently returned to the bedroom, moments later feeling Kyle slide back into bed next to him.

SILVER LAKE DOG PARK, EARLY EVENING

Enid, Iain, and Justin had spent much of the day in Echo Park and Silver Lake, walking down the boulevards browsing through the clothing and music shops, having lunch at a café on Sunset Boulevard, and finally walking through the hills of Silver Lake to arrive at a dog park that was on the side of the reservoir. Being a dog lover, Enid was thrilled to see it, yanking both of the boys inside it. Iain estimated that she petted and played with no less than twenty of them, befriending all their owners with her bubbly exuberance. Justin stayed by her side, both laughing as they played fetch with some of the smaller dogs as Iain chose to sit on the bench and listen to music on his IPod. He also stared back at those dog owners who give him a quizzical look, dumbfounded by his eccentric appearance that bordered on androgyny.

He calmed himself looking at Enid with her graceful figure giving off an enchanting glow as some pooch licked her face. His eyes then fell on Justin’s lean physique as he threw a ball for a puppy to catch, and as Justin looked over to Enid, giving her a sweet smile, a cool breeze blew through, the wind lifting his shirt. Iain caught a glimpse of Justin’s boxers as he had neglected to wear a belt, and his jeans were slipping. Laying his head back, Iain hummed to the music of the tunes in his ears. By the twelfth song, he reckoned they had been there nearly two hours. The park had thinned out, and Enid sat next to him, an adorable puppy in her lap.

Iain: Can we go now?

Enid: What? You want to get back to campus for some revision?

Iain: No! I’ve had enough of that already. I just want to do something exciting.

Enid (gesturing to the park before them): You’re not having fun? Look at Justin. Even he’s having a good time. Just look at him rollicking around with that puppy. He’s so cute.

Iain: And well-trimmed.

Enid: I was talking about Justin.

Iain (sotto voce): So was I. (aloud) I suppose one can teach the other some new tricks.

Enid: You’re married to your sarcasm. So what do you want to do? (Iain shrugs) I’ll see what Justin wants to do. (noting the rebellion in Iain’s body language) All right, how about this? Tomorrow we’ll go somewhere you like. I promise. So do we have a deal?

Iain: I can’t argue on an empty stomach. I’m hungry.

Enid (looking at watch): I reckon it’s time we go. (rising with the pup)

Iain: You’d better return it to its owner.

Enid: It’s a female… and I can’t find her owner. I’ve asked everyone here. No one seems to know.

Iain: That’s not your problem, Enid. Just leave—(seeing her make her own puppy eyes, realizing what she wants to do) Enid, no! You can’t.

Enid: I’m going to post something on the fence over there with my number. I can’t just leave her, Iain.

Iain: You can’t take this puppy back to the dorm.

Enid: It’ll be easier to hide her than it was with Justin. Besides, it’s only temporary… until either her owner claims her or I find someone to adopt her.

Iain: You’re a glutton for punishment. What is your fixation with taking in strays?

Enid (ignoring him): C’mon. Let’s get Justin and get something to eat.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, EVENING

Callum walked into the sitting room where he found Godfrey pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed in deep contemplation. Callum knew the reason why, and Godfrey jumped when he looked up and saw him, standing in the doorway. Callum crossed over to the mini-bar to pour himself some cognac.

Callum: You wish to join me?

Godfrey: I-I’m really sorry. I had to tell him something. It was staring him in the face.

Callum (gulping down the entire drink): Now what am I to do? I slept with him. He knows about me and Nathan. (sighing) He knows too much now. (pours himself another drink)

Godfrey (coming over): You won’t be able to buy Talon’s silence. He’s not venal. He loves you, and you can’t put a price on that.

Callum: Well, we have an even bigger problem named Eleanor.

Godfrey: I know. She called on you earlier this evening, but I sent her away... lied and said you and Edward were away.

Callum (glass shaking in his hand from nervousness): Oh, Godfrey, what should I do about Nathan? (puts glass down) This is very volatile. I could lose him and everything.

Godfrey (paternally patting him on the back): Perhaps it is for the best you end it with Mr. Moynihan. Lord Armitage would never approve of it, and I feel confident in saying that Talon won’t allow him anywhere near you now. Remember, Talon does love you, and there’s much history between you two.

Callum wiped away the tears forming in his eyes. He looked at Godfrey and gave a deep sigh of reluctance, knowing the elder man to be the voice of reason. He continued frowning to himself before he sent Godfrey away for something to eat, his sexcapade with Talon having stirred his appetite. It was then he heard his cell ringing. It was Nathan, a smile cracking Callum’s face.

Nathan: Are you okay?

Callum: I-I am. I just woke up.

Nathan: You took a nasty fall, and I took quite a punch.

Callum: What?

Nathan: It’s nothing. I’ve put a bag of frozen peas against my eye.

Callum: Nathan, I’m so sorry for this.

Nathan: Let me guess. Jealous ex?

Callum: Yes. Talon’s very protective of me.

Nathan: So I realized. I tried to tell him about us, but he wasn’t hearing any of it. Of course finding both of us naked may have impaired his judgment.

Callum: Oh, Nathan, I’m really sorry.

Nathan: Stop with the apologies. But you can tell your ex I’m not through with him or you for that matter.

Callum (blushing): You’re incorrigible, Nathan Moynihan!

Nathan: I hope you sent him home. Speaking of which, would it be possible for me to come round there tomorrow? I want us to finish what we started. The third time’s a charm, they say.

They both shared a laugh before Callum told him it was time for his dinner, Godfrey having come into the room. Judging from the change in Callum’s personality, he logically reasoned the identity of the caller and justly gave Callum a reprimanding, paternal stare. Callum returned the expression with one of unease, for he knew he was skating on thin ice.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, MORNING

Britney Spears’ “Everytime” plays softly as Kyle raises one eyelid to look at the clock on the nightstand, noting he had overslept. Half his face pressed into the pillow, he groaned at the prospect of getting up and officially starting the new day since he had much to do. Finding Heath would be top priority. His hand reached over to the other side of the bed. Feeling nothing but the mattress he lifelessly rose. He smelled something good wafting in from the kitchen, the aroma approximating baked goods, his mind immediately went to thinking of Heath and how he would have his breakfast ready.

Fighting back tears, he entered the living room, glancing over to see Bralen in the kitchen. His spirits immediately dropped. Did I really expect to find Heath? I’m losing my mind over wishful thinking.

Bralen: You’re up. I made you some breakfast. (coming into living room with cup of coffee) Here you go. (kisses him)

Kyle: Thanks. Don’t you have work?

Bralen: I own the studio, remember? I had one of the instructors fill in for me. What’s the deal anyway? You’re not trying to get rid of me?

Kyle (shrugging): No.

Bralen (putting tray before him): Good. Take one.

Kyle: They do smell good. (bites into muffin, his face contorting) Gah! What the hell is this?

Bralen: They’re my blueberry flaxmeal muffins. You don’t like them?

Kyle: They taste like shit. (sotto voce) Heath would never make anything this bad.

Now there I go again, thinking about him. I have to focus.

Bralen (sarcastically): Tell me how you really feel! What’s wrong? (seductively approaching him) Are you still mad at me for stealing your pillow last night? (straddles him on sofa)

Kyle: Bralen, I’m not really in the mood right now. (gently pushes him off, reaches for remote on coffee table and pauses) Hey, what happened to the photo album that was here?

Bralen: I put it away. (turning to his left, reaching over sofa’s side to pick up something from the floor) While you were sleeping, I went out and got another one just for us. (opening it) See I already put in some photos of us.

Kyle (gruffly): Where’d you put it?

Bralen: What?

Kyle: My photo album.

Bralen: On the bookshelf.

Kyle (angrily rising): Bralen, do me a favor next time and don’t touch any of my stuff without my permission! (goes over to bookshelf, extracts album, and ostentatiously slams it back onto table) And you don’t have to cook for me, either!

Bralen: What’s with the attitude?

Kyle (calming down): I-I’m sorry. It’s just my nerves.

Bralen: That’s it? I sense there’s something else.

Kyle: We’re moving too fast, Bralen. (takes a deep breath) Do you mind seeing yourself out? I-I need some time alone.

Bralen reluctantly nodded, went into the other room to gather his things, and left the house. The last image he saw was Kyle taking the photo album and carrying it in the direction of the bedroom, closing its door behind him. Kyle slid his back down the door until his bottom hit the floor, and in this crouched position, he rested his forehead on his raised knees. I can’t move on without you, Heath. I hope Bralen can forgive my curtness. I won’t have anyone putting you out my life. Kyle then grasped the photo album and held it to his heart.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MORNING

Callum had risen early that morning. Talon had slept in one of the guest rooms, having moved out of Rodrigo’s room. He came downstairs to have an energizing breakfast when he heard voices in the sitting room, one of which nearly made his heart stop beating. It was Eleanor, who put down her teacup and turned away from Godfrey.

Eleanor: Good morning, Callum.

Callum: What are you doing here at this hour?

Eleanor: I wanted to see my grandson. Your au pair is getting him ready.

Callum (going over to pour himself some tea): You flew thousands of miles for this.

Eleanor: He is my flesh and blood. I have every right to see him whenever I wish.

Callum: I wish you had rung me first so that I could have given you a proper reception.

Eleanor: How thoughtful of you!

Callum (sotto voce): With wooden stakes, garlic, and the like. (aloud) How long do you intend to stay?

Eleanor (sighing): Callum, we need to discuss custody issues. I would like Edward to come back to England with me.

Callum (laughing): Are you taking anything for your dementia? There’s no way I’m handing my son over to you.

Eleanor: Must you always make matters difficult? I went to the trouble of contacting my solicitors, and—

Callum: I don’t give a toss what they say! Gavin wanted me to have guardianship of Edward. It’s outlined in his will.

Eleanor: He wrote that prior to Edward’s birth. He didn’t even live to see his own son. Edward belongs with me, his real family.

Callum: Must you contest all of Gavin’s wishes? First, you go after the money he left me, and now you’re after my son.

Eleanor: I’m not leaving this country without him.

Callum: I’m still trying to understand how you got past customs. I thought poisonous snakes weren’t allowed across international lines.

Talon (coming into room): What’s all this noise? (suddenly seeing them)

Eleanor: Talon! I should have known you were here. That was a boldfaced lie—your being in this country for business, although I’m sure Callum considers sex a business transaction. That is how he tricked my son into marrying him.

Talon: Eleanor, I won’t have you speaking of Callum that way.

Eleanor: Then I suggest you talk some sense into him. He’s being most irrational.

Callum: Talon will do no such thing. I’ll have you know he holds no influence over any of my decisions.

Eleanor: With the exception of the sexual ones…

Callum: I’ve heard enough from you, Eleanor, and haven’t the time for this. I must get on with my day. Besides, it’s daytime and haven’t you a coffin to crawl back into?

Eleanor (balking): If only my son were alive to hear the way you speak of me!

Callum: Gavin and I had no secrets between us. He was fully aware of my sentiments about you.

Eleanor (coming upon him): I have never you trusted you, Callum. And neither should have my son. (her eyes going to Talon) You two both pulled the wool over his eyes.

Callum: How dare you continue to question my loyalty to Gavin! I strongly suggest you go back to London and rethink your strategy. You’ll lose against me.

Eleanor: You don’t intimidate me, Callum. Mark my word. You’ll be the one sent down.

Callum: You always say that but fail to realize I always end up on top.

Eleanor (turning to Talon): Is that how you had last night?

Callum (incensed): Get out my home this instant!

Eleanor (getting her expensive handbag): This is far from being over. (turns to leave, her eyes seeing Inga coming into the room with Edward) How is Mummy’s little boy? (goes over to Inga and takes him) Oh my! How much you’ve grown since I last saw you.

Callum (whispering into Talon’s ear): Pray he doesn’t suffer any nightmares.

Godfrey (coming to Callum): What do you wish to do for breakfast? (nodding toward Eleanor)

Callum: She’s caused me to lose my appetite, but I suppose the civil gesture would be to invite her. I have some errands to run.

Talon (overhearing them): I’ll have something to eat on my way to the hotel. I also have a few errands. I’ll be back this evening, luggage in tow. (kisses Callum, Eleanor doesn’t notice as she’s busy with baby)

Callum: Eleanor, against my better judgment, I’m leaving you with Edward. I’m alerting security just in case you get any wild ideas.

Eleanor: I would never do anything—

Callum: Enjoy the rest of your stay. Breakfast is ready, and you’re welcome to it.

She continued playing with Edward as both Callum and Talon left the room, each to prepare for their own errands. Callum fended off a pall of dread for not only had Eleanor become a more menacing thorn in his side, but Talon had also made known his intent to further encroach himself into Callum’s life.

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, ALLISON’S OFFICE, MORNING

Allison shoved several files and boxes into the large cardboard box on her desk. She exhaled heavily at the task before her. There soon came a knock on the door, and she was surprised to see it was Priscilla.

Allison: What are you doing here so early?

Priscilla: I had an appointment. The bastards had the nerve to send me to geriatrics. I told them there must be a mistake. (taking notice of Allison) What are you doing?

Allison: I’m taking a leave of absence. I want to spend more time with Chloe. I’m planning a big vacation for the two of us.

Priscilla: That sounds lovely. I think we all could use a break.

Allison: We leave the morning after the Berate Prop 8 event, and I can’t wait for it to be over. Austin, on the other hand, still has been both diligent and dedicated to the cause, which given what he’s gone through, is remarkable.

Priscilla: He is very resilient. Have you heard anything about Drake?

Allison: I’ve been interrogated by his family’s attorneys who are curious to know why he would do something like this to himself.

Priscilla (inching conspiratorially closer to her): I’m sad to say I know why. Drake was harboring a really big secret.

Allison (incredulously): You knew about it?

Priscilla: I saw it. All those sweaty, muscled men having their way with him. I’m sure that Austin was very jealous. Hell, I was jealous he got all that attention. The last time I had as many men interested in me was once at this Parisian orgy.

Allison (confused): What are you talking about? And how is that relevant to Drake?

Priscilla: Well, we were talking about his stint in porn.

It all made sense to Allison now. Though she had only known Drake a matter of months, she considered herself a good judge of character and thus hadn’t been able to figure out how he possibly contracted the virus. This revelation about Drake’s past behavior was indeed a whopper, but Allison was gobsmacked that Priscilla not only knew of it but had also seen visual proof of it.

Priscilla: Why are you looking at me that way?

Allison: You actually watched an X-rated movie featuring Drake?

Priscilla: Actually, it was triple-X, which shows graphic penetration as opposed to watered-down X like softcore porn, but I digress. I didn’t know Drake was in it. I mean the video was part of my Peyton’s collection.

Allison: You watch….?

Priscilla: Yes, I watch gay porn. Allison, my dear, it’s a well-known secret that straight women love gay porn. Why do you keep looking at me that way? Don’t play innocent with me, Allison Trudeau. My Peyton had a section of his collection devoted to lesbian porn, and I happen to know you were at one point a frequent patron.

Allison (blushing): Did you ever—?

Priscilla: I’m sorry to inform you that lesbian porn does nothing for me. I do find it works wonders for my insomnia. Pop it in the player and I’m out like a light within three minutes.

Allison: Priscilla!

Priscilla: Oh, come now, Allison. You know I need a “stiff one” to keep my interest. (winking) And fingers don’t count.

Allison (laughing): Sometimes you’re too much, Priscilla. (suddenly gasping as her eyes fall onto the DVD in her hands, which she was about to place in the box)

She recognized it as the one which Callum had sent her of him with Peyton, engaged in sexual activity. The video had caused quite a stir several weeks ago when Detective Milton had been under the unfound impression that she was using it to blackmail Peyton. She had forgot it was still in her office, but with the current topic being porn, Allison felt an eerily ironic sense of surprise. No matter what Priscilla said, there was no way she’d ever be excited over those two men having at it, especially as she strongly felt one was responsible for the death of the other.

Priscilla: What’s wrong, Allison? You look like you’ve seen a ghost? (coming to her) What’s that you got?

Allison (hesitantly): N-Nothing.

Priscilla (seeing that it’s a DVD): I hope that’s not pornographic.

Allison swallowed over the lump forming in her throat. Her conscience had been making a fierce comeback recently as she wanted to change her life. I’m tired of all these lies and secrets. They do more harm than anything. I nearly lost Chloe over them.

Allison (setting DVD flat on desk): Priscilla, there’s something I should tell you. (pause)

Priscilla: I knew it was porn! That saintly doctor act you’ve got going here—

Allison: It’s a video of Callum and Peyton.

Priscilla: Excuse me? (pause) What are you doing with it?

Allison: It’s a long story.

Priscilla: I’m free for the rest of the day.

Allison (admonishingly): Priscilla, I don’t think—

Priscilla (confronting her eye to eye): Allison Trudeau, you tell me right now how you came to have this! And don’t give me any bullshit about lesbians loving gay porn.

Allison: Okay, but you’re not going to like it.

HOLLYCOVE PREPARATORY SCHOOL, NATHAN’S OFFICE, NOON

Nathan had managed to get back into the habit of his work at Hollycove Prep. He was getting ready to leave for lunch when his secretary notified him that he had a visitor named Chloe Dalton. He instructed her to send Chloe into his office, and he braced himself for what he imagined would be her wrath as their last encounter ended with her slapping him.

Nathan: Good afternoon, Chloe.

Chloe: Hi, Nathan. I’m sorry to bother you at lunch. I really needed to speak with you.

Nathan: What is it?

Chloe: I wanted to apologize. I’ve been such a rotten person to you.

Nathan: It’s okay. I completely understand your reaction.

Chloe: You didn’t deserve the way I treated you.

Nathan (coming over to hug her): It’s all forgiven and forgotten if that’s how you want it. I’m more concerned about you. Allison said you were attacked.

Chloe: I think they were trying to mug me.

Nathan: Were they caught? (seeing her negatively nod) Well, you at least have Allison protecting you. I’m sure she’s not letting you out her sight. I wouldn’t be surprised to find her outside.

Chloe (smiling): No, it’s just me here. (pause) So how have you been? How are things with Brendon?

Nathan: We’re officially over.

Chloe: No! What happened? You two weren’t able to work it out?

Nathan: I’m sort of seeing someone else right now.

Chloe (suddenly curious): Who?

Nathan (glancing at clock on wall): I have a meeting in another hour. How about you join me for lunch?

She agreed, and they went off to have lunch, Nathan trying his best to keep Callum out of the conversation. He failed.

USC DORMITORY, IAIN’S ROOM, LATE MORNING

Iain, Enid, and Justin had assembled in Iain’s room to discuss plans for that day. The prior evening they had spent in Echo Park at some club, Enid having foolishly left the puppy in the car. When they came back, she incurred Iain’s anger, for the animal had made an accident. At present she had the puppy wrapped in a towel, lying upon her lap as her fingers caressed under its chin, ruffling its fur.

Iain (standing before them): So you both have your ID?

Enid (winking at Justin): Yeah, the ones that say we were born in 1987.

Justin: Where are we going tonight?

Iain: I was thinking OUTRAGE in West Hollywood.

Justin: No way, dude! That’s a gay bar.

Enid: And what’s wrong with that?

Iain: Don’t worry your head over that. There’ll be plenty of girls there. (to Enid) It’s like a badly watered-down, Americanized version of Heaven back home.

Enid: Sounds wicked. Count me in. (to Justin) So are you coming along?

Justin (shrugging): Okay, I’ll go.

Iain: We’re not forcing you. You can always stay here and look after that ankle biter. (gesturing to pup) Enid, what are you going to do about her? You can’t keep her here.

Enid: I know. No one’s called about her. I have to find her a home.

They all jumped when there came a knock at the door. Justin quickly darted underneath the bed, whereas Enid rushed into the closet, holding the puppy close to her and praying it made no sound. Iain looked through the peephole and was surprised to see his uncle on the other side.

Iain (opening the door): Uncle Tal, what are you doing here? And how’d you get into the building?

Talon: I followed someone inside. As for why I came, I figured you were skint and might fancy another lunch with me, my treat of course.

Iain (hesitantly): Actually, I had plans with Enid.

Talon: Is she still housing that chav?

Enid (pushing out the closet): Oy, don’t call him that!

Talon (spinning around): Enid, what are you—(turning back to Iain) You two weren’t in the middle of—

Iain: Are you mad, Uncle Tal?

Enid: I wouldn’t touch Iain with a sterilized bargepole.

Iain: The feeling’s mutual, Love.

Talon: Enid, what were you doing in that closet and what is that in your arms?

Enid (handing the blanketed pup over to him): It’s a gift for you and Callum!

Talon (taking the puppy): What are you doing with this in the dormitory? (petting its head)

Iain: She found it, abandoned, in a dog park. She’s been keeping it here in the closet to reduce noise. I told her that a shelter was the best option, but she’s stubborn.

Talon: Much like her brother.

Enid: How’s Callum?

Talon: He’s doing well. How’s your friend?

Enid (feigning ignorance): What friend?

Talon: The one just adamantly defended… you know the one taking advantage of your hospitality.

Iain: And don’t forget her money as well.

Justin (pulling himself from under the bed): You don’t all have to talk like I’m not here.

Talon: You must be the culprit.

Iain: Uncle Tal, this is Justin Roberts.

Talon: I understand you’re putting Enid and my nephew at odds with university policy.

Enid (defensively): Lay off him, Talon!

Talon (to her): You’re already in hot water. Callum is absolutely livid about this.

Enid: I know. He’s left me several messages already.

Talon: I’m surprised he hasn’t made it over here yet.

Justin: I better go!

Enid & Iain: Don’t!

Talon: Am I missing something here? (incredulously) You want him to stay?

Justin (to them all): Look, I don’t want to get you in trouble.

Enid (turning to Talon): Can’t you help us? (seeing his confused reaction) Please talk to Callum. See if he could—

Talon (cutting her off): He’s your brother! You talk to him. I don’t want to get embroiled in this. I only came here to take Iain to lunch.

Enid: How about taking us all? We could talk about this over lunch. (noticing the opposition in his face) C’mon, Talon. Please. (effecting puppy eyes) Besides, you owe me for being your biggest supporter. You’d never have made it this far with Callum without my influence.

Talon (softening): You really know how to lay on the guilt. Have you considered a career in either business or the ministry?

Enid: So does that mean you’ll help us?

Talon: Okay, but I’m not making any guarantees. Let’s go before Callum makes it here. (to them all) What shall we have for lunch?

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, AFTERNOON

Since his passionate declaration to Dr. Shoai that he would no longer play the victim, Heath felt much better about himself. Having been at Shady Palms for an extensive period, he began assessing his own progress and was curious to know Dr. Shoai’s opinion. When it came time for their session, a whole range of topics surfaced from Heath’s outburst to his drastic shift in emotion for Kyle. Hoobastank’s “The Reason” plays softly over the scene.

Dr. Shoai: Are you sure about this, Heath?

Heath: Why are you questioning me, Doc? I know exactly how I feel.

Dr. Shoai: It’s just that the other week you were quite adamant with both Lindsay and Trey that you can’t automatically turn off your feelings for someone.

Heath (defiantly): Well, I just did.

Dr. Shoai (shifting his weight): So no more feelings for Tristan?

Heath: He doesn’t even register anymore. He’s a cheater. I don’t need someone like that in my life.

Dr. Shoai: What about Kyle?

Heath: He’s the best thing to ever happen to me. He’s always been there for me when it really counts.

Dr. Shoai: And you arrived at this conclusion because of Tristan’s infidelity?

Heath: No, I knew all along that Kyle was the better one.

Dr. Shoai: Your art therapy seems to agree with you. (pulling forth Heath’s drawing for Kyle) There are many ways of interpreting this.

Heath: He never let me down. Even when I foolishly thought he was neglecting me, he still came home to me… kissed me… laid in bed next to me.

Dr. Shoai: Do you think his feelings for you have changed?

Heath: No, I don’t. I know this might sound corny, but I feel a spiritual connection with him.

Dr. Shoai: Is that because you want to be with him?

Heath: I was a fool not to accept his proposal. If I could go back in time…

Dr. Shoai: Let’s concentrate on the present, Heath. Do you want to be with Kyle?

Heath (antsy): I told you already. I do! I love him, and I know he feels the same. I would never have made it this far if it weren’t for him. After they attacked me, I felt so cold and empty inside. I just wanted to curl up and die, but he wouldn’t let me. He was there beside me every minute he could be.

Dr. Shoai: But your being with Tristan complicated—

Heath: Don’t say his name. He’s out of my life now… part of the past… I have to look to the future now.

Dr. Shoai: With Kyle?

Heath: If he’ll take me back. I’m not even sure he will. He may have moved onto someone else… (tears coming to his eyes) which is fine by me. I would only bring him down.

Dr. Shoai: Why do you say that?

Heath: Heaven forbid I have the virus. (pause) I told you he said that wouldn’t change anything. (sniffling) He’s such a great guy. I think he would have moved heaven and earth for me. (slamming his hand on the arm of the chair) I hate I lost my ring! I silently promised him I wouldn’t take it off… it was my way of showing him I still loved him.

Dr. Shoai: I’m sure he knows that you do. (clearing his throat) Heath, I’ve asked this question before, but would you like to contact him?

Heath: N-No. I’m not ready. I still need to work through some issues.

Dr. Shoai: Have you given any thought to writing him? I know I asked you last time, but—

Heath: I’ll do it. There’s no harm in it, and I need to clear my head.

Dr. Shoai (handing him pen and paper): And remember you don’t have to mail it unless you want to.

For the next twenty minutes, Heath poured his heart into writing to Kyle, affecting an emotionally charged apology that had his tears dotting the lined paper. I know I wasn’t the best partner, but you were more than I ever could ask for. Your unconditional love saw me through the darkest point in my life, showing me there was light at the end of the tunnel. That light was, is, and will always be you. Blinded by fear I foolishly turned down your proposal. That was the most important question you asked me since “what’s for breakfast?” I miss you so much, and If could go back in time to make right all the wrongs, I’d do it just so you wouldn’t have to go through any pain. I saw how this incident ate away at you, chiefly when I refused to help you bring those responsible to justice. I hated seeing you that way and only wanted to take myself out the picture so that you could return to some semblance of a normal life. I failed to realize that my life could never be the same without you in it. Therapy has opened my eyes to the fact that it is you that I really love. Please forgive me for all I’ve done to put you in grief and please know that I’m doing all within my power to better myself so that when I get out, I can be the best for you if you’ll still have me. Heath signed the letter and looked at Dr. Shoai.

Dr. Shoai: How do you feel?

Heath (taking a deep breath): Much better!

Dr. Shoai: That’s good to know. Well, I think that’s all for now. I would also like to encourage you to keep a journal of your own thoughts.

Heath (rising): Thanks, Doc.

Heath folded the letter, slipped it into his pocket, and left the room. As he went down the hall, Trey turned the corner, bumping into him. They briefly stared at each other before Heath silently walked on.

Trey (catching up with him): Heath, wait!

Heath (tersely): What is it, Trey? Want to give me another threat?

Trey: No! I want to apologize about the other night. You know… when I sleepwalked into your room.

Heath: And attacked me in my bed!

Trey: Dude, I was unconscious. I-I didn’t mean to do that.

Heath: You weren’t unconscious when I found you in the closet the other morning.

Trey: I told you not to ever bring that up again!

Heath: There you go again with your threats. You don’t scare me, Trey. (starts to walk off but then turns around to face him) You know if you spent more time on your program and less time fucking the male staff here, you might see some improvement in your condition.

Trey: I-I only wanted to say I’m sorry.

Lindsay (suddenly coming upon them): Sorry for what? Being a dick?

Heath: Lindsay!

Trey: What are you doing back here? Did the cops find coke in your car this time?

Lindsay: Did the doctors find your newest STD?

Trey (laughing): Very funny, Slocumb. Why are you here?

Lindsay: I came to see Heath. (turning to him) Sorry I’ve been so busy lately. Anything exciting happen since I was last here?

Heath (turning to Trey): You could say that.

Lindsay (following his gaze, turns to Trey): What did he do this time? Leave cumstains on the nurses’ scrubs?

Heath: It’s nothing, Lindsay. Trey’s come to an understanding of sorts. He’s promised to make efforts toward abstinence.

Lindsay: Don’t make me laugh! (taking Heath’s hand) C’mon. Let’s go out to the garden. I’ve got so much to tell you.

They went outside to the garden, Lindsay immediately taking a seat on the stone bench and crossing her legs. Heath chose to sit on the grass in the sunshine as he desired to feel its warmth. Lindsay noticed the folded paper still in his hand and inquired if it was more of his dark art. Laughing to himself, he told her that it was actually a letter he had written during therapy, and she naturally thought it was for Tristan.

Heath: I’m through with him! I can’t be with somebody who doesn’t respect me, especially now that I know he’s gone back to Estrella.

Lindsay: Well, you know where I stand, Heath. I just want you happy.

Heath: What was it you were so eager to tell me?

Lindsay had to think quickly. She had originally meant to dish out the gossip she had learned about Estrella, but she could see now that would only unsettle Heath.

Lindsay: Amanda’s going to DJ the Berate Prop 8 event.

Heath: I can’t imagine that’s going over well with the club. Mike Kirkland usually does the turntables at the big LAOR events.

Lindsay (snootily): Well, Amanda is a bigger name.

Heath: So I guess that means you two are back on?

Lindsay: We’re just friends.

Heath: Yeah, right.

Lindsay (wanting to change the subject from her tempestuous, tabloid-ridden relationship): So who’s the letter to if it’s not for Tristan?

Heath: Kyle, the man who loves me and has never betrayed me. (reaching into his pocket to withdraw Kyle’s photo from wallet) We’ve lived together for four years. I messed things up with him when I started fooling around with Tristan, but Kyle still wanted to be with me.

Lindsay: He’s a hottie, too. You really know how to pick them. (suddenly takes letter from Heath’s grasp)

Heath: Hey, that’s private!

Lindsay: Hun, nothing’s private here at Shady Palms. (pauses as she reads through it) Awww… Heath, you’re gifted with words. If I were him, I’d take you back in a heartbeat. (handing it back to him) So were you gonna mail it?

Heath (hesitantly): I-I don’t know.

Lindsay: How about I take it to him for you? I have to go into West Hollywood soon. Amanda’s got some gig lined up at that new trendy lesbian club.

Heath: You’d do that for me?

Lindsay: Heath, you’re a good friend. I’d do anything to see you happy.

Especially as I know you won’t be with Tristan. Estrella’s pregnancy has definitely seen to that. Besides from everything you’ve told me about Kyle, he seems like your soul mate. Heath apprehensively handed the letter over to Lindsay along with the address of the home he knew so well and had forsaken for a fruitless affair with Tristan. Taking a deep breath, he prayed the outcome would be advantageous.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, SILVER LAKE, EARLY EVENING

Nathan left the academy around five and went straight home to shower. He rang Callum, leaving him a message that he would come round there later that evening. Siobhan had left him a message on the answering machine, and he was in the process of dialing her number when there came a knock at the door, the visitor being none other than Brendon, who stood forlornly on the porch, Pink’s “Please Don’t Leave Me” playing in the scene’s background.

Nathan (coldly): What do you want, Brendon?

Brendon: Can we talk?

Nathan: Brendon, I really don’t have time—

Brendon (coming into the house): Please, Nathan. Just give me a few minutes to say what I have to.

Nathan: What’s there left to say?

Brendon (closing the door behind him): You know I love you.

Nathan (turning around, pain in his face): Brendon, don’t make this any harder. I’m trying to move on with my life.

Brendon (coming over to him): But I can’t move on without you, Nathan. I’m stuck in limbo.

Nathan (moving away): Brendon, you made your decision to abandon me and everything we built together when you started keeping secrets and telling lies.

Brendon: Nathan, please… you’re all I have left.

Nathan: What about Justin?

Brendon (sitting on couch, his head falling into his cupped hands): I-I don’t know. He’s run away from home again. It’s clear he doesn’t want to be around me, either.

Nathan (looking at the emotional wreck before him): Brendon, he’s your responsibility. You can’t just let him roam the streets of Los Angeles. He could be in real danger.

Brendon (raising his head, tears in his eyes): You were always so concerned about people, even those who disliked you. That’s what I love about you, Nathan.

Nathan: Have you called the police?

Brendon: Kyle knows, but I’m sure the police have bigger issues. Besides, Justin is practically an adult.

Nathan: So you’re giving up on him?

Brendon: He gave up on me just as you’ve done.

Nathan (sitting next to him): That’s completely different. Justin is a misguided kid who needs help. He already feels as if you abandoned him as a child. Brendon, he’s your son. (looking him in the eye) You can’t give up on him. I won’t let you.

Brendon (reaching his hand over to Nathan’s): Please help me. I-I feel so lost, Nathan.

Nathan (hesitantly): Brendon, this is your responsibility.

Brendon (tears in his eyes): But we were going to do this together, you and me, as a family. Don’t turn your back on me. I know I’ve done some unforgivable stuff lately, but I’m not lying when I say I love you.

Nathan (nodding his head): I know you do.

Brendon. And I know you still love me.

Nathan (turning his head away): Brendon, let’s not go there.

Brendon (his hand reaching out to Natahn’s chin, tilting his head back in line with his vision): Tell me you’re still not in love with me. (leans in to kiss him, their lips touching as Brendon’s hands reach up to lovingly cradle Nathan’s face)

Nathan (pulling away): Brendon, I can’t do this. You know I’m— (sighing) There’s a part of me that will always care for you, but there’s someone else in my life now.

Brendon (shaking his head): Don’t do this to me, Nathan.

Nathan: I’ll always be here to help you if you ever need it, but—

Brendon: Please don’t leave me. I have no reason for living if it’s not with you.

Nathan (teary-eyed): Don’t talk that way. You know I couldn’t imagine my life without you, even with you as a friend. I’d be in the same state as Kyle with Heath.

Brendon: At least he’s got Bralen. I don’t have anyone.

Nathan (taking his hand, looking him in his eyes): You’ll always have me. You gave me the best years of my life.

Brendon: Then why are you throwing it all away for—(feeling Nathan squeeze his hand)

Nathan: Don’t think for a moment this is easy for me. (sighing) I don’t want to—

Brendon: Then don’t. I love you, Nathan. (hugs him) I need you so much.

Nathan (patting his back): I know. I-I’ve missed you, too, but Brendon, we can’t turn back time. There’s too many problems.

Brendon: We’ll work through them. We could take therapy. (looking around him) Nathan, this is the home we started for each other. It all began here.

And nearly ended here as well! Nathan looked toward the backyard through the French doors. He could see the edge of the swimming pool, triggering his mind back to that moment. Allison had saved my life, and you had crawled through the cellar transom and rushed over to me. We made love that day as if nothing happened, but something did. Your son attempted to take my life, and you tried to cover it up.

Nathan: Brendon, I can’t continue like this. I love you, but I can’t be with you. I hope you can understand. (starts to rise from the couch, but Brendon’s grasp on his hand pulls him back down)

Brendon (through tears): If this is what you really want, I won’t stand in your way. I love you too much to see you unhappy.

Nathan (looking him straight in the eye): Brendon. (hugs him as feels Brendon emotionally breakdown in his arms)

Brendon: Just hold me, Nathan.

He did just that, feeling Brendon’s strong frame in his embrace, his tears seeping through his shirt. Nathan looked up from him, his eyes falling onto a walled portrait of them. The image triggered memories of their life together, tears springing to his eyes as he lovingly brushed his hand across Brendon’s forehead, which was pressed against Nathan’s chest. Moments later, the emotional outpour took its toll on Brendon, slumber washing over him. Nathan did nothing to awaken him but just sat there, Brendon’s apology flowing through his mind on constant rewind. They stayed in this position for a few hours, Nathan forgetting his appointment with Callum.

AUSTIN’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EARLY EVENING

Austin and Allison had convened once more to discuss the newest developments in the Berate Prop 8 event, Allison attempting to do damage control.

Allison: Mike Kirkland always does the music at our events. Who’s this Amanda Royston?

Austin: Lindsay’s on-again, off-again girlfriend. (seeing her sour reaction) Let’s give her a try. Besides, it’s another high profile name that’ll bring more publicity to our cause.

Allison: If you say so, but I’m leaving it to you to break the news to Mike.

Austin: Fair enough. (the doorbell ringing) I’ll get that.

Rising from the couch, he walked over to the door and opened it, an expression of bewilderment forming over the identity of his unexpected guest. Rodrigo greeted him with a warm smile, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

Austin: C-Can I help you?

Rodrigo: I wanted to speak with you.

Austin: Did Callum send you?

Allison (having heard Callum’s name, she comes to the door): What is it, Austin? (sees him) Rodrigo? What are you doing here?

Rodrigo: I wanted to see if I could offer my services and volunteer at the Berate Prop 8 event.

Allison (suddenly skeptical): Did Callum put you up to this?

Rodrigo: No, I thought you guys needed volunteers. I got the email Mike Kirkland sent out.

Austin (exchanging a quick look with Allison): Well, we do need all the help we can get. Come inside, Rodrigo. (he enters and goes to sit on the couch as Allison takes Austin by the arm)

Allison (quietly): Are you sure about this?

Austin: I don’t see any harm in it. (aloud) Rodrigo, can I get you something to drink?

Rodrigo: Water would be fine.

Austin (leaving room): I’ll be right back with that.

Allison (once Austin is out of earshot): So why are you really doing this? What does Callum have up his sleeve this time?

Rodrigo: I don’t know what you’re implying, Allison. I’m doing this of my own free will. I want to do my part and help in the fight for equality.

Allison: How long did it take you to practice those lines?

Rodrigo: Why are you acting this way?

Allison: Because you’re in Callum’s pocket, and I don’t trust either of you—(cutting herself off as Austin enters the room, handing Rodrigo a bottle of water)

Rodrigo: Austin, I also wanted to express my sympathies for your loss.

Allison (snappishly): Drake’s not dead!

Rodrigo: I-I didn’t mean it that way.

Austin (throwing Allison a warning glance): I know you didn’t.

Rodrigo: H-How is he if you don’t mind my asking?

Allison: What’s it to you, Rodrigo? I heard you attacked him at the Pride Run.

Austin: Allison, please! Now’s not the time to rehash that. I don’t mind telling him about what little I know of Drake’s condition. (turning to him) Even though we’re married, Drake’s family has relocated his body to an undisclosed location. The last I saw of him he was very nonresponsive, and his family is purposely keeping me in the dark on his progress, if any.

Rodrigo: That’s so wrong of them, and I can only imagine what you must be going through.

Allison: Is that so, Rodrigo?

Rodrigo: Yeah, Allison. As a matter of fact, I lost my mother a few days ago. (seeing her sudden reaction) So I do know what it feels like to be torn away from someone you love.

Austin: I’m really sorry to hear that Rodrigo.

Rodrigo: Thank you. I really just need something to occupy my mind at this time. I want to do something good that would make Mama proud of me.

Austin: Well, we certainly could use your help. (pulling forth a binder and flipping through it to a well-worn page) Are you fine with set-up duties?

Rodrigo (smiling): That sounds okay with me. (turning to Allison) Does that settle well with you, Madame President?

Allison (still feeling shamed of her behavior by Rodrigo’s recent news): I-I’m sure you’ll do well with whichever assignment you’re given. (suddenly feeling uneasy) Austin, I need to get going. I’m meeting Chloe for dinner up the street on Santa Monica Boulevard. (to Rodrigo) I’m really sorry to hear of your loss. (makes a speedy exit, leaving Rodrigo to talk with Austin)

SANTA MONICA BOULEVARD, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

After having their lunch with Talon, Enid, Iain, and Justin had spent much of the afternoon in Venice Beach on the world-famous boardwalk. It was Enid’s first time, and she was thoroughly impressed with the street entertainers and the whole bohemian vibe of that coastal community. Iain was once again the odd man out as Enid and Justin spent much of their time together, browsing through the shops. As evening drew forth, the threesome drove into West Hollywood for a proposed night of clubbing with Iain as their guide. Enid was impressed with the vibrant energy of Santa Monica Boulevard, especially as they stood a few yards from the entrance to the notorious club OUTRAGE.

Iain (to them both): You did remember to bring your false ID? I think we’ll hit up that lounge called The Ministry over on Robertson Boulevard after we’re done here.

Enid: I’m so excited. Did you just see that bloke that went inside? He was fit!

Iain (looking over to Justin, noting his worried expression): Don’t worry. They won’t bite you unless you request it.

Enid (to Justin): Is someone calling your name?

Justin: What? (suddenly hearing his name shouted, turns to see Chloe calling him, moving upon him)

Chloe: Justin Roberts! (comes upon him, grasping his arm) Where have you been? Do you know your uncle has been worried sick about you? (looks at Enid and Iain with his androgynous, dark appearance) Who are they?

Justin (tersely): My friends.

Chloe: Does Brendon know them? (reaching into her purse, withdraws cell phone, presses button to dial Brendon’s number)

Brendon (on phone): Hello.

Chloe: Brendon, you won’t believe who I just ran into on Santa Monica Boulevard. Justin!

Brendon (urgently): How is he?

Chloe: He’s fine. Here he is. (shoving the phone at Justin) Talk to him.

Justin (into phone): H-Hi. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.

Chloe (taking phone back): Brendon, I’ll see to it that he comes back with me. (accidentally drops the phone on ground and unthinkingly lets go of him to pick it up)

Justin (to Enid and Iain): Run!

Chloe: Hey, Justin! (into phone) Brendon, I’ll call you back. (starts chasing after them)

BRALEN’S PILATES STUDIO, MALIBU, EVENING

Callum had wrapped up a busy day of errands, having met with his financial advisor, stateside legal representatives, and an unsuccessful attempt to surprise Enid at the university. She was not in her dormitory and refused to return any of his calls, Callum naturally assuming that her non-communicative gestures were an admission of her guilt in the accusations Brendon was throwing at her. Not wanting to go home and deal with Talon, Callum drove up the coast to Malibu, stopping at Bralen’s studio. The time for his reprisal had neared. The nerve of that bastard covering me in chocolate sauce! Callum made it there ten minutes before closing and watched as people filed out the building. Bralen soon turned off the lights and was exiting the building.

Callum (coming upon him, surprising him): I saw there weren’t that many patrons this evening. I guess news of your steroid scandal spread quickly throughout the neighborhood.

Bralen: Why don’t you get lost in the neighborhood, Callum!

Callum: You need better public relations, Bralen. Perhaps you should consult the president of your fan club—that is if it’s still active. (nonchalantly) So you didn’t make it to the Olympics. It’s no big deal!

Bralen (getting in his face): It is to me! It was my childhood dream. I gave my blood, sweat, and tears—

Callum: And don’t forget semen and saliva. Lord knows you expended those bodily fluids as well in your quest for worldwide fame.

Bralen (pushing him away): Go to hell, Callum! (starts walking away)

Callum (shouting to a negligent Bralen): You might as well blame the economy for some of your trouble. During these tough times it’s more important to stretch dollars than muscles. I know you don’t see the logic in that. After all, you’ve made a life and career out of stretching your body parts to the benefit of others. I have a great idea. Why not start a nude yoga studio? That way you’re always prepared to reward your best patrons.

Bralen: I have an even better idea for you. It’s called suicide. You should try it sometime.

Callum: I believe Drake attempted that. Now if only you would follow suit along with Allison, Chloe, Brendon, Austin, Tristan… oh my word, the list could on… sort of like the amount of blowjobs you’ve given out this week alone.

Bralen (getting in his face): Go home, Callum. That’s where I’m going… to someone who cares for me. I’m sure you won’t find that in your lair. (turns away and moves toward car)

Callum (talking to his back): You’ll never have Kyle.

Bralen (turning around): Excuse me?

Callum: You heard me. (moving toward him, getting in his face) I’ll see to it that you lose him… even if I have to drag Heath back from wherever he went!

Brendon (walking away): You’re delusional.

Callum: Am I? Kyle loves Heath. We both know that. What he sees in you I truly can’t fathom. Your blowjobs can only carry you so far. After the novelty wears off, Kyle will see you for the whore you are.

Brendon: Fuck off! (gets into his car)

Callum: And the worst part is that you can’t even go back to Tristan now that he’s with Estrella. How awful it must feel to come in second place to not only the memory of an ex-lover but to sour snatch!

Laughing to himself, Callum heard the door to Bralen’s car slam shut. Minutes later, the engine roared to life and Bralen sped down the street.

S.S. CAMARADERIE CLUB, WILL ROGERS PIER, SANTA MONICA, EVENING

Ladytron’s “Destroy Everything You Touch” closes this episode as Rodrigo stands outside the S.S. Camaraderie club, the site for the Berate Prop 8 event, located on the Will Rogers Pier. He looked out at the Pacific Ocean surrounding him, moonlight cast beautifully on the water’s surface. He tapped on the back door for a few times before it slowly opened, and the head of one of his lackeys popped out, a smile crossing his face.

Rodrigo: So you got the job?

Lackey: Just like you wanted me to. (gesturing proudly to himself) Meet the newest janitor of the S.S. Camaraderie.

Rodrigo: Where’s your boss?

Lackey: Upstairs in his office. I don’t know if I can show you around yet.

Rodrigo: It’s cool. I got clearance from Austin Monroe, who spoke with him. (winking, gesturing proudly to himself) Meet one of the newest volunteers for the grand opening of this place!

Lackey: Come inside.

Rodrigo was shown around the inside of the new club, set to reopen in a few days to coincide with the Berate Prop 8 event. He had to admit he was impressed with the renovations, especially the dance area on both floors. The bar and lounge looked state of the art. The S.S. Camaraderie would definitely return to being Santa Monica’s most popular gay bar and club.

Rodrigo: Show me the basement.

They went down the stairs, Rodrigo’s lackey taking out a key to unlock the door at the bottom. Once the light was switched on, Rodrigo saw that the room was loaded with boxes of supplies for the bar. His lackey informed him they would be moved out of there in a few days.

Rodrigo: That’s good. (moving over to a corner, pushing aside boxes) I just found what I was looking for.

His demonic eyes were glued to the gas pipe that ran along the bottom of the wall. It was the perfect spot to which he intended to attach the bomb. It made sense as he wanted it to be a quick and simple extermination.

Lackey: So what do you think?

Rodrigo: I can’t wait for the grand reopening. I think it’s going to be a real blast!

TO BE CONTINUED…