when times get tough.
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2minsforslashingTitle: When Times Get Tough. (1/?)
Pairing: Devin Setoguchi/Kate Longworth [abuse], Implied Seto/Torrey Mitchell.
Team: San Jose Sharks
Rating: R (one itsy swear word, and the tone I guess)
No set POV?
A/N: [First off, OMG, POOR SETO. SOMEONE SAVE THE GUY.] Amazing how one idea can spark my imagination. I was watching a game feed online (stupid csn+) and there was a chat room and someone wrote "kate longworth has sexually abused seto four times". My poor mind. Sometimes I really hate how these ideas come about.
Oh and....Kate Longworth= Most Horrendous person. You don't even know. I really hate her. She's the Sharks Pre-Game nut job AND SHE IS THE MOST STUCK-UP PERSON EVER. -shuts up-
Maybe it's why Seto is going through a dry spell too? I love when everything clicks together....
He wondered what he did to deserve this. He wondered how she'd convinced him to go into that mysterious room at the end of the hall where everything went pitch-black. Where everything was cold and heartless. He struggled to find the will power to forgive himself, struggled to process how it had all began in the first place. He was still in the room. Fear bit away at him, knocking his tired body farther and farther down the concrete wall.
He wiped his hand over his face and wrapped his arms around himself. There was no one who could have heard, and she'd walk away with it.
She would smile that dumb crooked-toothed grin and take pride that she had shut down one man's soul, one man's self control, and therefore his conscience. He would turn away when she looked at him, he'd already surrendered once, and would not dare stare into the devil's eyes again.
A tear slid out of the corner of his from the puddle that had built up. He curled himself into a ball and whimpered at the pain that struck him from below.
How did he even let her come that close to him? Didn't he know what was going on when she stripped him of his pants and dug her fingernails mercilessly into his skin. He had just stood there, he supposed, paralyzed from the reality of what was happening. Thinking it was all a bad dream. A bad dream that was no longer a dream, but a living nightmare.
This was no fucking interview, this...was the start of a pain. A nagging pain that you can never get rid of. A nagging pain that claws at you until you suffocate and laughs at you while you attempt to gasp your final breaths. No one knows but you and no one cares in the end.
Balled up in the fetal position on the cement floor, he lay. This is what she had turned him into, the damage she had unleashed finally sinking it's sharp, poisonous fangs into him. A sharp pain exploded from his lower back, causing him to clutch himself tighter, pulling his hands over his head. She hadn't left, and she would never leave.
There was no way he could ever tell anyone, not like anyone would believe him either. He'd always had a bad feeling about Kate Longworth, and aside from the fact he noticed she had a thing for him right off the bat, he never thought it would end up like this.
He heard a vibrating sound, he was too far away to pinpoint its exact location, but now he could feel it through the floor. He tumbled around in the darkness until he reached it. He flipped over the object causing the vibrations to find out it was his phone, telling him he missed two texts from Torrey. The first asked where he was and the second asked him to come out to the car because he'd been waiting half an hour.
He couldn't comprehend how to tell Torrey the state he was in, or that maybe he'd get home another way because he couldn't stand to let Torrey see him like this. But frankly, he didn't know how to get home another way, he always went with Torrey.
He hit number one on his speed dial and pressed the device against his ear. He longed to hear that voice, knowing that after he heard it, he might be fine for just a few more hours before all the world came crashing down upon him, before everything and nothing made sense at all.
"Seto?" Torrey's voice questioned softly at first. Then, it started to rise after not receiving a response. "Seto? Where are you?"
"Um Mitchy..." His voice cracked and he tried to stop himself before the tears came again, but it was too late.
"Seto!?! Seto what's wrong!?!" Torrey sounded more worried than angry now. The voice didn't help Devin at all, it made him feel worse. "Seto, are you hurt or something? Do you need help?"
"I...I ca-cant ex-explain. Can you just wa-wait some more?"
"Of course, as long as you're okay..." He didn't finish, so Devin hung up reluctantly.
Instead of contemplating how he was going to get through Torrey without any prodding, he put his head in his arms and cried.
After another hour without any word from Devin, Torrey went in search of him. Opening every door he found along the way. He was about to give up and turn back around to his car, he heard the chocking noises that come with tears. He ran to the door and opened it.
He glanced around and saw Devin's clothes strewn about the room. Torrey sharply drew in his breath when he saw the crumpled wreck of his teammate. "Oh my God! Devin!!" He screamed, falling to knees next to him.
Devin didn't lift up his head to acknowledge Torrey, even as his body was consumed by Torrey's arms. The harder Torrey squeezed, the more suffocated Devin felt, and the more he felt like nothing would ever be the same.
"Torrey?"
"Yeah, Seto?"
"Can you just take us home? This floor feels...." He couldn't finish, because he couldn't remember how long he'd been on the floor.
Torrey laid Devin down in the backseat and watched as he began to sleep, hands gripped on the leather of something so familiar that seemed so far.
Once they got home, Torrey carried Devin inside and placed him on top of the sofa, but Devin didn't want to sleep, he just wanted to hold onto Torrey because it was the only thing that made sense.
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:33 am (UTC)UM! I HATE KATE LONGWORTH! I AM TRYING SO HARD TO INTERVIEW FOR HER JOB! SHE DOESN'T KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT HOCKEY AND SHE IS A TOTAL BITCH! I could beat her up with my big toe and out-hockey her six ways from Sunday.
*scurries off to read*
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:36 am (UTC)because if she's not fired....
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:40 am (UTC)Kate graduated from the University of Arizona with honors. She earned her Bachelor's Degree in Journalism and minored in Spanish with extended courses in Physical Education. And after attending nearly every U of A sporting event, she affectionately earned the nickname WildKate after her beloved 'Cats!
Um... ten bucks says she got that nickname after she slept with them all in an hour period.
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:37 am (UTC)TORREY! FIX HIM!
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:46 am (UTC)I didn't know whether to kill him or her. Okay, or both. XD
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God, I went to a practice last month and guess what? SHE WAS THERE. OF ALL THE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD.
She was such a bitch OMG. I hated her so much before and now everytime I hear her voice I want to cut off my ears.
Honestly, she was bitching to everyone there except this fuckhead who asked for her "autograph"
I can say, I've never seen a more stuck-up person in my life.
lol rant.
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That's why I'm having to make it more than one chapter ya know. I couldn't finish it all tonight.
And Torrey really does need to fix him. :/
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:49 am (UTC)p.s. have you seen her WEBSITE (http://www.katelongworth.com)?! IT'S HORRIFIC!
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:55 am (UTC)ewwww and i stumbled upon her
csn blog (http://bayarea.comcastsportsnet.com/category/sports-blogs/kate-longworths-blog/) yesterday.
I don't think I've ever read a bigger piece of BS.
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Date: 2009-03-19 02:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-19 03:05 am (UTC)ANALYST? HAH. I hardly would call him anything less than that. Try "Former Sharks player and current radio color broadcaster" or something. Anything but ANALYST.
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Date: 2009-03-19 03:06 am (UTC)I CAN'T WAIT!!! and then I shall leave a review <3
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Date: 2009-03-19 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-19 03:12 am (UTC)+
mk. I look forward to your review. :]
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Date: 2009-03-19 06:25 am (UTC)Kate can go kill herself for what she did to poor Devin (like she needed any more reasons to begin with).
I just want to give him a giant hug, but I think Torrey will be able to do a better job with that than Ican <3 Those boys are totally in love and I think they are the only two who havent realized it yet.
The last sentence was love btw
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Date: 2009-03-19 01:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-19 04:09 am (UTC)Anywho, I like your writing style a lot. =) It's a good chapter, I can't wait to read more!
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Date: 2009-03-19 04:22 am (UTC)that's good to hear.
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Date: 2009-03-19 05:48 am (UTC)But uhhh. Wow. That is amazing. Like, seriously. And I don't have anything else to say because I'm all "moremoremoremoremoremore" in my head =3
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Date: 2009-03-19 01:56 pm (UTC)+
wow, thank you! :]]
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Date: 2009-03-19 05:31 pm (UTC)Torrey's going to make it better right?
*Thanks the lord for HINC picking people that love the game and have played it at pro level.*