Misery

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Misery 8 By: Chip Dyp (chipdyp@hotmail.com)

Mitchel sat down heavily on the couch and stared at the TV. He couldn't believe what he'd heard. He had really thought that Scott loved him, but evidently he didn't. If Scott truly did love him, he couldn't have read that speech.

"What's Dad going to think?" Mitchel asked the empty room. He thought back to the night before, trying to make sense of what Scott had said. "I didn't seduce him," Mitchel whispered.

Mitchel stood, and started to wander aimlessly around the house, not knowing what to do or say. Eventually he returned to the living room, and sat down in front of the TV. The talking heads were still babbling on about what Scott had said. Mitchel was about to go to his room when he heard a car door slam. With a great sigh, he stood up and slowly walked towards the door. Mitchel was scared of what his father would say or do. He was pretty sure that his father would believe him, but he was frightened none-the-less.

When the door opened, Mitchel saw that his father was carrying a large box filled with things from his office. Mitchel stepped forward and took the box from his father. "I'm sorry Dad."

"It's not your fault Mitchel."

"But..."

"No buts about it."

"But, they fired you, didn't they? Isn't that why you've brought all this stuff home?"

"They offered me a chance to resign and I took it. It's not so bad Mitchel. I was going to leave anyway."

"Oh." Mitchel turned and put the box down. When he turned back, he just had to ask. "Do they actually believe that I seduced Scott?"

"No." His dad shook his head and smiled at Mitchel. "They know that Scott is gay, and they know that this damage control will only be temporary. The company is really only concerned that they appear to fulfil their contractual obligations. If they make money, they may resign the Moffats, but for now they just want to get this last tour finished. After that, they can toss the boys and that asshole of a father back into the Canadian wilderness where they belong. Good riddance to bad rubbish."

Mitchel looked pained as his father slammed Scott. It was only last night that they had a moment together and now he was gone. Despite everything, Mitchel still loved Scott. His father noticed the look on his face and wrapped him up in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Mitchel. I know how much you liked Scott."

"I loved him," Scott whispered into his father's chest.

Mr. Sutherland rubbed his son's back. Breaking up was hard to do under the best of circumstances. Under the glare of the klieg lights, it would be excruciating. Despite living in LA all his life and seeing break up after break up, there was no way Mitchel could prepare himself for the media storm that occurred when a star ends or starts a relationship. Not to mention the feeding frenzy when a star is found out to be gay.

"Why don't we order a pizza and watch a couple of movies tonight?" Mr. Sutherland asked, brushing his son's hair out of his eyes.

"I'd like that." Mitchel let go of his father and wiped the tears from his eyes.

Mr. Sutherland smiled, and picked up his car keys. "I'll go rent the movies, you order the pizza." He was halfway out the door when he turned and added, "And don't forget to inform security so that the pizza guy can get through the gate. They've got things locked down pretty tight."

"All right. Get something good."

"Always."

Mitchel walked into the kitchen and grabbed the cordless phone. He called the pizza place to order a couple of deep-dish pies, one loaded and one meat lover. Then he called the gate to tell them to let the driver through the gate. Then he headed into his room to check his email. There were a few from friends and classmates, asking if he had really fucked Scott Moffat.

Mitchel was still reading his email when his father came home. His dad poked his head into the bedroom and smiled at Mitchel. "You order the pizzas?"

"Yeah," Mitchel said. He turned back to a letter from some girl who was pissed at him for seducing Scott. She basically accused Mitchel or raping the young and innocent Scott.

"So, what are you doing?" His father walked over to read over Mitchel's shoulder.

"Reading my email."

"Getting any letters about Scott?"

"They are all about Scott."

"From anyone you know?"

"A few. A couple from people I know from school and a couple that I don't know at all."

"It's easy to be brave when you don't attach your name to something you write. What do the people from school have to say?"

"A couple have called me a rapist, and a few others are mad because I took advantage of Scott. I wish they knew what really happened. What makes me mad is Colin and Kevin both wrote and bitched me out over Scott. They're supposed to be my friends and they blamed me for ruining Scott's life."

"Don't pay any attention to them. They don't know the whole story and they probably never will. The average man on the street couldn't possibly understand this mess."

"Look at this letter. 'Hey faggot, you and your little boyfriend are going to burn in hell. All fags should die. Die faggot die.' It's not bad enough that I get emails calling me a rapist. I also get letters from religious freaks telling me I'm going to hell."

"That's what some people believe. I personally think that if God didn't want homosexuals he wouldn't have made them."

"I know. I just wish that people didn't have this overwhelming urge to share their beliefs with me. Why do some Christians feel the need to judge others?"

"They need to make themselves feel superior. They want everyone to know that they think they are superior."

"I guess. I hate that everyone has this need to tell me their opinion on any relationship that Scott and I may have had, though."

"Everyone is entitled to their opinion, son. It's completely up to you how much weight you give them. And these opinions aren't worth the power needed to display them on the screen. Just to be on the safe side though, I'm going to be keeping you from school for the next little while if that's all right with you. I'd hate for you to end up as some statistic about abuse of gay teenagers."

"It probably won't come to that, but I guess you're right. I don't have any tests or anything coming up. My teachers should understand." Mitchel smiled and put his computer to sleep. "The pizzas should be here soon. What movies did you rent?"

"The Cell and The Replacements."

"Cool. I haven't seen either of those."

"Good. I wasn't sure what you had seen. Why don't we pop 'The Replacements' into the DVD player and start watching it while we are waiting for the pizzas to arrive?"

"Sounds..." The ringing of the doorbell interrupted Mitchel. "Like the pizza boy is already here."

Mr. Sutherland laughed. "I'll go pay him. You grab plates, glasses, and napkins."

"All right."

After a night of pizza and movies, Mitchel was getting a little tired. He kissed his dad good night and walked down the dark hallway to his room. Mitchel pushed open his door and walked into the cool room. There was a time when he'd felt safe and secure in the house. Now he wasn't so sure who might be hiding in the bushes.

Mitchel peered out his window into the backyard. Everything looked normal, he thought. There wasn't an extra bush and nothing looked terribly out of place. Mitchel slid the window shut and made sure it was locked before pulling down the blind. He didn't want to star in another video tonight. Once was more than enough. Feeling a little more secure, Mitchel pulled off his shirt and his pants. It had been a long day. Taking one final look at the window, Mitchel slipped into his bed and fell fast asleep.

When he woke the next morning, Mitchel scratched his chest and rolled from the bed. He smiled as he vaguely remembered the dream he'd been having. Those twins were something else. With a smirk, Mitchel rearranged his package, creating a little more room for his rampant cock. He sauntered into the washroom and waited a little while his cock softened. When it was limp enough, a thick golden stream shot out the tip and splashed noisily against the gleaming white porcelain.

After washing up, Mitchel wandered into the kitchen. "Good morning" he said to his father as he got a glass of orange juice out of the fridge.

"Good morning yourself. Decided to sleep in, now that you don't have to go to school?"

"Yeah," Mitchel replied. "No sense in getting out of bed before the sun if there's no reason. You sleep in too?"

"A little. I have to go downtown today for a meeting with Donald Klassen from EMI Records. They offered me a job a little while ago, and the offer is still good."

"That's cool. Gonna make Capitol Records pay for being pricks?"

"Revenge doesn't factor into it at all. I like working in the music industry and this will give me a chance to continue."

Mitchel raised an eyebrow and looked at his father. Mr. Sutherland just laughed.

"All right, so there is a little bit of revenge. I'd like to show them what they ushered out the door like a day old piece of meat."

"Good. You'll kick their asses. They'll regret losing you."

"I hope so. So what do you have planned for today?"

"I was thinking about going out and working on my tan."

"You'll wear sunscreen. I don't want you getting skin cancer before you graduate college."

"Always Dad."

"I suppose I should get going." Mr. Sutherland stood up and took his dishes over to the sink. "You be good and stay around home, all right? I don't want you going out alone while the media feeding frenzy is in full force."

"I will" Mitchel said. He wrapped his dad up in a hug and gave him a little squeeze. "Thanks."

Mr. Sutherland smiled and squeezed his son. "Remember what I said. Be good."

"I will. Knock them dead."

Mitchel watched his dad walk into the garage and listened as his father backed out of the driveway and headed off to work. He poured himself another glass of orange juice and opened up the cupboards.

"Ah, Toucan Sam. What would a day be without you?" He pulled down the box of Fruit Loops and grabbed a bowl out of another cupboard. "It would be horrible," Mitchel replied in his best imitation of Toucan Sam. He stopped for a second and looked at the box. "Okay, now I'm talking to an imaginary Toucan. I am definitely ready for the Sanitorium."

Mitchel poured himself a big bowl of cereal and sat down at the table. He grabbed the entertainment section from the LA Times which his father had left strewn all over the table and began reading. There was a really good story about Everclear, and about a couple of movies that were filming in the valley. When Mitchel turned the page, he nearly spit his Fruit Loops out. There was a frame from the video that showed Mitchel and Scott making love. The headline for the story was also an attention grabber: Boy Band Bombshell: Seducing Scott.

Mitchel scanned the story and quickly found that it was mostly supposition and contained very little in the way of fact. He put the paper down and ate the rest of his cereal. There was nothing he could do about the news reports, and the stories. When he finished his breakfast, he dumped the paper in the garbage and cleaned off the table. Mitchel didn't want to hear anything more about Scott today. He grabbed his CD player and a towel and went outside to sunbathe for a while.

Scott looked out the window of the suite he had rented the night before. He rested his head against the window and sighed.

"Sighing with your head against the window isn't going to conjure up Mitchel," Justin said.

"I know."

"So, what's on the agenda for today?"

"I have to go into the studio to finish up the vocals for Typical. I really don't wanna have to deal with my family today."

"Don't worry. I'll be there to make sure things don't get out of hand."

"Why are you staying with me? I'm sure Mr. Sutherland doesn't care what happens to me anymore. Not after what I said."

"Well, actually you're quite wrong. He called me late last night, and asked me to keep an eye on you."

"So, he wants you to tell him when I'm going to talk to the press again?"

"No, he wants to make sure that your dad doesn't hurt you. Believe it or not, he's concerned about you."

Scott's eyes dropped to the floor. He'd hurt both of the Sutherland men, and at least one of them still cared whether he lived or died. Justin walked up behind Scott and hugged him gently. Scott turned in his arms and started crying again. He had spent the previous night in Justin's arms crying until he finally fell asleep. And here he was again.

Justin tightened his grip on Scott, and began stroking his back. Scott's sobs softened. "I had to do it. They made me say those things."

"How did they make you say those things?" Justin asked quietly. "Why couldn't you say no?"

"They said they'd fire Mr. Sutherland and have him arrested if I didn't read that statement."

Justin took a step back from Scott and looked at him. "Are you serious?"

"Yeah. They were going to arrest him for fraud or something. They knew he was innocent, but..."

"They needed you to make a statement so they blackmailed you. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"I didn't want you to do anything that could get him in trouble."

"I hate to break this to you Scott, but they fired him yesterday after you made your statement," Justin whispered.

Scott looked up at Justin and fell apart. He began sobbing loudly and nearly collapsed. Justin grabbed the young star and held him tightly. "It's all right, Scott. It's all right. Mr. Sutherland isn't worried about not having a job. He has been exploring new job opportunities for a while."

"Then I hurt Mitchel for absolutely nothing! Those fucking bastards!"

Justin held tightly to Scott for another five minutes while he cried himself out. Scott stayed in Justin's arms for a few minutes more before Justin asked, "Are you feeling better now?"

"A little. Do you think I've lost Mitchel for good?"

"I don't know. I guess it depends on whether he believes that you had no choice. I think he will, but I can't say for sure."

Scott nodded and sniffled. "Can you help me?"

"Help you how?"

Scott shrugged as he walked to the bathroom. "I'm not sure yet. But when I know I'll tell you."

Justin nodded and watched as Scott disappeared into the washroom.

Mitchel looked at the phone as it rang for the fourth time in fifteen minutes. He sighed and picked up the phone. "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mitchel Sutherland?"

"Who's asking?"

"This is Fred Fisher from Hard Copy calling..."

Mitchel hung up the phone and lay back down on his towel. He had no desire to talk to the press. Earlier, he had received calls from his principal, from KTLA, and from a girl who had found out what his unlisted phone number was.

Mitchel looked up at the sun and sighed. He had just closed his eyes and stretched out in the hot when the phone rang again. He reached out and grabbed the phone and kept his eyes closed. "Hello."

"You stupid fucking fag. How dare you seduce Scott? He's not gay, he's straight," A girl shrieked in Mitchel's ear.

"And you know he's straight because?"

"Because Scott said he was! He's not gay."

Mitchel clicked the end button to hang up the phone. "Whatever."

There was a fifteen-minute lull before the phone rang again. "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mitchel Sutherland?"

"Yes, and who is this?"

"This is Peter Cummings from XY magazine. We were wondering if you'd like to do an interview regarding your affair with Scott Moffat."

"I'm thrilled that you've asked, and I'm a big fan of the magazine, but I'm afraid that I'll have to decline at this time. I just want to forget about Scott," Mitchel said as graciously as he could. He really did like the magazine. He just didn't want to do any interviews right at the moment.

"I understand. If you change your mind, don't hesitate to call."

"I won't. Have a nice day." Mitchel hung up the phone and closed his eyes once again. He had barely settled when the phone rang again.

"Hello."

"How could you rape..."

Mitchel clicked the kill button and the phone rang again. For an unlisted number he was getting an awful lot of calls. He pressed the power button and put the phone to his ear. "Hello."

"Hello, is this Mitchel Sutherland?"

Mitchel sighed audibly. "Yes, it is. Who is this?"

"Oh, my name is Jay. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry about everything that's happening to you. Scott lied and now you are catching all the shit."

"Thanks for your support Jay. If you don't mind me asking, how did you get this number?"

"Oh, someone posted it on a Moffat's message board. Did you want the URL, or..."

"No, that's all right." Mitchel replied interrupting Jay. "I don't need to know the URL. What are they saying about everything?"

"Most of them think that Scott's telling the truth. It's the power of the media."

"Yeah, I guess." Mitchel heard the sound of a bell ringing in the background and frowned. "How old are you, Jay?"

"I'm sixteen. My boyfriend and I think you are getting the shaft. Look, I've gotta get going, my classes are about to start. Bye."

"Bye, and tell your boyfriend thanks."

"I will. Stay strong."

Mitchel heard the phone click before he pressed the kill button. The phone rang again as he put down the phone. He picked up the phone and answered it. "Hello?"

"You're going to rot in hell, fag!!! You're going to burn..."

"Blow me, asshole." Mitchel yelled before punching the kill button. He put the phone and laid back down. Only one eye opened when the phone rang again. "Hello."

"Hello, is this like Mitchel Sutherland?"

"Yes."

"How could you rape Scott? He's such a sweet guy."

"I didn't rape him. He was a willing participant."

"Yes, but you seduced him."

"Look, I'm not going to debate this with you. You don't know what happened. No one does. I didn't do anything wrong."

"Sure you didn't," the girl said sarcastically.

"Whatever," Scott muttered as he pressed the kill button. He looked at the phone as it rang again. "Hello," he said, sighing.

"You're going to burn in hell faggot!!!"

"FUCK YOU!!!" Mitchel screamed into the phone before hurling the phone into the pool. He pulled his knees up to his chest and started crying. In the distance the phone continued to ring in the house.

Mitchel had never wanted this. He was content to be an anonymous nobody and now he was the star of a media frenzy that was enveloping him and his family. He grabbed his towel and his CD player and walked back into the house. He hurt so much from losing the guy he loved, he didn't need the crap of being forced into the spotlight too.

"Cut! That's the wrong fucking note again, Scott. Get your head in the game," Mr. Moffat called over the loudspeaker.

Scott turned in annoyance and glared at his father. "I hit the note that I'm supposed to."

"Yes, but it sounds too limp-wristed put some balls into it."

"Maybe we should call Mitchel to help Scott put some balls into it." Clint smirked at Scott. "'Cause we know from the tape who the bitch is in that relationship."

Scott glared at Clint and whipped a spare set of headphones at the window. He got very little satisfaction when Clint flinched, but it was enough to let him continue. "Cue the playback," Scott ordered. He turned away from the window so he could concentrate.

Scott was almost finished when his dad yelled cut again. "What?" Scott yelled.

"You missed the bridge."

"What bridge?"

"We added a bridge to the song."

"Well, thanks for letting me know."

"You'd know if you didn't so much time getting fucked by little whores," Clint said with a satisfied smile.

Scott turned in anger. "Mitchel is not a whore!"

"And how do you know that? You don't actually believe that he loved you, do you? He was just using you for sex. Hell, he probably set the camera man up himself."

"That's not true!" Scott yelled.

"Oh please," Mr. Moffat said. "Are you really that na•ve Scott?"

"It's not true. He loves me and I loved him and now I've lost him thanks to you. I hope you all rot in hell." Scott stormed out of the studio, through the booth and into the hallway. Justin was close on his heels as Scott rounded a corner and entered a deserted conference room.

When he entered the conference room, Scott fell to his knees and started crying.

Justin locked the door behind him, and walked over to where Scott waited. "Are you all right," he asked quietly.

"I hate them so much," Scott cried.

Justin sat down on the floor and wrapped his arm around Scott. Scott melted into his arms and sobbed quietly. "They are just trying to get to you, Scott. You can't let them. You and I both know that Mitchel isn't a whore. And I'm pretty sure that he still loves you. That's all that matters. But you have a decision to make. Which do you love more, your career and your family or Mitchel?"