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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers! How is everybody? This chapter is pretty intense and broke my heart to write. I want to say that I in ABSOLUTELY NO WAY condone domestic violence! My mother and I were both domestic violence victims and I am thankful for every day that it is no longer happening. If you or somebody else you know is being abused, PLEASE get help!
Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! :D The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! I'm overjoyed and inspired to write! If anybody has any suggestions, feel free to send me a private message, I'd love to hear them! Thanks to Knute, SkorpionQueen012, and the one guest reviewer whose name I don't know, I know I can always count on your ideas and reviews! I really want to hit 100 or more reviews! I've been advertising the story on Instagram, I hope it works! I did not draw the cover image, I found that on Instagram also, but if any and all artists want to do some fan art, message me! I'd be beyond thrilled!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: LANGUAGE AND HEAVY VIOLENCE
Chapter Seventeen: Confrontation
Duncan's Apartment, 11:45pm
"It's done. We did it (Pause.). Went off without a hitch, totally flawless. (Pause.) What can I say? I'm a genius. It's why you guys put me in charge, remember? (Pause.) Yes, I did. They're stunning. (Pause.) He won't be leaving until Thursday, Christmas Eve. That's when I bring the diamonds in. (Pause.) Don't worry, we've been coordinating this for months. Nothing is going to get in the way. (Pause.) I wouldn't let you down either. (Pause.) I think I've more than proven myself, and I expect to be repaid immensely. (Pause.) Absolutely. Those two are in for a one way ticket to hell."
Courtney's Apartment, Wednesday, December 23rd, 1:00am
Justin looked out the window, slowly pacing. He had been waiting for Courtney for a few hours. He went to the bathroom and snorted some heroine. It was the only thing that could keep him at ease. That mystery phone call rattled his nerves. He looked out the window again to see her walking in. He takes a final snort, rubs some coke on his teeth, and sat down. She walked in, not even noticing that her psychotic boyfriend was sitting on a box. Ever since Justin left, Bridgette and Zoey had spent that time moving all her stuff out. She didn't have much, but enough to fill a 10x25 storage unit.
For the past week, she had been sleeping on an air mattress, eating take out, and had a few spare boxes laying around, as well as cutting off the phone line to her apartment and had given her two weeks notice. Courtney would be moving in with Zoey next week. All she had were clothes and toiletries to last her until she left.
"Hello, Ice Chickie."
Courtney semi-shrieked, jumping back. It was so dark, she couldn't see anything, but she knew his voice. "Justin? What are you doing here? I thought you were in Morocco?" Her heart was thumping wildly in her chest.
He put out his cigarette on her floor. "I came back early. Why are you here?"
She swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat. "I was gonna take the graveyard shift but then Fun Bunz switched with me. I have an early day tomorrow." The trepidation began to rise.
Justin laughed. "Pfft, yeah, right. Bullshit. Cut the crap, Court. I don't give a fuck. You're trying to pull the innocent card, but it ain't gonna be working for ya this time. I've been informed that you're fucking around."
Her eyes widened. She hadn't really meant to cheat, but why should he get away with it? At least Duncan didn't try to take advantage of her. "What? No, I'm not. By who?"
He stood up. "Doesn't matter, sweet cheeks. Ya heard me loud and clear. You've been fucking around on me, with some scumbag from the strip club. I don't get it. You have one of the world's hottest men, and you go out and land somebody else? You're ridiculous, you were a shit girlfriend, and I only stuck around because I felt sorry for you. I guess I should lay off, because I've cheated as well, but you never did a damn thing for me."
Courtney was flabbergasted, a look of rage spread across her face. "Never did anything for you? NEVER DID ANYTHING FOR YOU?! I was practically a housewife! I cooked your meals, did your laundry, filed your taxes, not to mention working two jobs on my own and letting your freeloading ass crash at my place whenever you damn well felt like it. And you wanna sit there and say I never do shit for you?!"
Justin started laughing. "Oh yes, that's all so true… only to you. That's irrelevant. Bottom line is, you've been fucking around when I'm the one you're indebted to. Even though I don't love you, you're still mine." His comment further pissed her off.
"Excuse me?!" She threw her bag down on the floor and marched towards him. "Indebted to you how?! You're talking crazy, man. Are you on something?" He had to be, his jackassness was through the roof!
He started to light up a cigarette. "So what if I am?"
Courtney scoffed. "You are, aren't you? What is it this time, Justin? Ludes, Oxycotton, cocaine, black tar heroine?"
He stopped trying to light up. "How about all of the above?"
Not only was he a prick, but he had broken a promise to her. "You fucking asshole! You promised me that the last time I caught you that you'd quit, that it was for good, because you were done with that life! How could you do this to me? How could I be so stupid and naïve to believe a single word that came out of your mouth?"
Justin fully lit up. "Yeah, yeah, what the fuck ever." He took a puff. "All you do is blah, blah blah." He made talking hand gestures. "I probably said that just so you'd fuck me, and you did. You made sweet, sweet love to me, beautiful. But don't forget, Courtney, you promised you would never cheat on me, and I know that you have."
She no longer cared about anything he had to say, his perspectives and venomous words meant nothing to her. "You know what? I did cheat on you, and I am not sorry at all. He's the most wonderful man I've ever met, and he genuinely cares about me. Wouldn't lie to me or cheat on me or fuck me in the ass against my will! He's more of a man than you will ever be."
"Like I believe that. It's not bad enough that you fucked your boss, now you gotta fuck somebody else. You're nothing but a loose piece of tits and ass."
"You have to bring up the past? What happened between Chris and I occurred a long, long time ago, before you and I even met. We're only kidding ourselves, we both know this relationship is over. I've found somebody else that I want to be with who wants to be with me more than anything in the world." Courtney knew she meant the words, and she knew how badly Duncan wanted to be with her. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Her heart began thumping wildly and she got butterflies in her stomach, she wanted to start giggling. I love him! I'm in love with Duncan!
Justin snapped her out of her fantasy. "Yeah, again, like I believe anything you say. My father was right. You definitely can not turn a whore into a housewife, and that's exactly what you are, 'darlin. A whore!" He really was a jackass, and the longer he was here, the more she was pissed off. She said what she had to say, he needed to grow up and accept it.
"You know what? I don't need to put up with this shit, you insensitive prick. There's the door. I'd say move on, but you already have, so have I. Take your drugs and your sluts around the world and have a nice life." She brushed past him to go into her room, but he had quickly grabbed her by the arm before she could fully make it past him.
"Don't you walk away from me!"
Courtney struggled to break free. Déjà vu, much? "I can do whatever I want! I'm a free woman, and I belong to only myself! Let go of me, now!" She shoved him, but he wouldn't move.
He had an angry snarl on his face. "NO!" He flung her across the floor. Courtney's hip began to hurt immediately, she felt like she had been body slammed. "You're dead wrong." Justin walked over and got on the ground with her. "You belong only to me, do you understand that? NOBODY! BUT! ME!" He struck her hard across the face, causing her to wail. "You don't even belong to yourself! Weak, pathetic, stupid cunt!" He started striking and punching her repeatedly in the face and all over her body. She screamed and cried out for help. Tears streaming down her face, she tried to fight back, but her entire body felt numb and paralyzed. Justin yanked the telephone cord out of the jack.
Courtney screamed louder, horrified and full of panic. "Justin! Stop it, PLEASE! HELP ME! SOMEBODY, HELP!"
She heard a familiar annoyed meow, and saw Oreo sprinting towards Justin. Oreo clawed Justin's face but he was stronger than the feline. "STUPID FUCKING CAT!" He snarled as he flung Oreo across the room.
"OREO!" Courtney screamed as she helplessly watched her cat slide across the floor. Luckily, he remained unfazed and got up, running away.
Justin tied her hands together with the telephone cord
"Well, well, well, I guess I'm gonna have to brand you, aren't I?" He put out the cigarette on her arm. She let out a blood-curtling shriek, screaming loudly from the burning.
Nobody is hearing me! I'm going to die, he's gonna kill me! Courtney was hysterical. "Don't do this to me. Please, don't do this to me!" She continued to sob, knowing Justin was going to rape her again, and most likely kill her.
"I don't care, it's what has to be done! You need to be taught a lesson." He started taking off his pants while Courtney was still trying to untie her hands. "You think that you're such a good little girl, Courtney. But you're one bad little bitch, and I'm about to prove that to you. I'm teaching you what your daddy should have taught you a long time ago."
He had gone too far now, bringing up her father. THIS WILL NOT HAPPEN TO ME AGAIN! NOT NOW, NOT EVER! Courtney let out all the rage and anger that had been building up so long in a strident scream, as she brought her hands down, clamped into fists, on Justin's head. She heard a snap and felt the cord break, and made a run for the closet. There had to be something in there to fend him off with. Justin sat up, touching the blood that ran from his head and mouth.
"My perfect model face! Oh, you're gonna pay for that, you fucking bitch!" He got up and sprinted towards her, she frantically rummaged through the darkness of the closet until she came across something. A bat. It had been her father's baseball bat from his minor league days, it was one of the only things she had of his.
"No, you will!"
Courtney grabbed the baseball bat and smacked Justin across the head. He dropped to the ground, and wasn't able to get up as quickly. She kept wailing on him even as he tried to get up, until he finally stopped. Courtney stood there, heavily panting, her clothes ripped, her face and hair covered in blood and sweat. Still gripping onto the bat, she delicately tip toed over to Justin. Cautiously, she checked his pulse and jumped back when nothing happened. Justin was dead. Courtney began to freak out.
OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD! HE'S DEAD! I KILLED HIM!
She started hyperventilating.
What have I done?! I've got to get out of here!
Courtney ran from the room and grabbed her duffle bag, shoving all of her clothes and toiletries inside. She put a limping Oreo in his cat carrier, grabbed the bat, and ran out of the apartment. She didn't stop running until she was safe and sound in her car, where she broke down, hysterically crying.
Where am I going to go? What am I going to do? I'm a murderer! I have to hide, the cops will be looking for me soon.
Courtney didn't want to bother her friends, even though she knew they'd be able to calm her down and help her out. Not to mention that it started pouring rain outside. After ten minutes of thinking, she started her car and drove to the only person she felt the safest with, the one who would make the pain and trauma go away…
OH MY GOD! JUSTIN IS DEAD! HE DESERVED IT, THE MONSTER! HE'S DEAD... OR IS HE? WHERE IS COURTNEY GOING? TO DUNCAN OR CHRIS? FIND OUT IN CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: PROTECTION, COMING SOON! THE LEMON IS HAPPENING! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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