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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      F/F, M/M
  Fandom:
      Life_Is_Strange_(Video_Game)
  Relationship:
      Warren_Graham/Nathan_Prescott, Maxine_Caulfield/Kate_Marsh, Warren
      Graham/Mark_Jefferson
  Character:
      Warren_Graham, Nathan_Prescott, Mark_Jefferson
  Additional Tags:
      Non-Graphic_Rape/Non-Con, Depression, Murder, Mental_Health_Issues, canon
      character_death, Guns, Self-Esteem_Issues, Mental_Illness, Alternate
      Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Rape_Aftermath
  Series:
      Part 3 of GrahamScott_One-shots
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-12-20 Words: 2419
****** Tenacious ******
by WhatIsThisWhyDoILoveIt
Summary
     Story in which Warren realizes that Mark Jefferson is NOT a nice guy
     and Nathan.
     Nathan is finally free.
Notes
     Words: 2468
     Rating: Explicit
     Pairing(s): Noncon!Warren Graham/Mark Jefferson (JefferGraham),
     Warren Graham/Nathan Prescott (GrahamScott), Mentioned!Maxine
     Caulfield/Kate Marsh (Marshfield)
     Additional Tag(s): Noncon TW, Rape TW, Drugged, Abuse, Underage
     drinking, alcohol, Homicide, Canon Character Death, Angst,
     Unconscious rape, Accidental murder, Mental Illness, Medication,
     Depression, Therapy, Warren needs help too.
I gasped in. . . I'm not sure if it was from pain or from pleasure, all I could
feel was shocks of electricity going through the nerves in my body and making
my muscles seize up then relax over and over again until I was a withering mess
on the soft cushioning underneath me. Blinking blurrily up I could see a dark
figure above me, making movements that I couldn't follow all that well, it was
all so blurry, I was only able to make out dark brown hair and darkened by lust
brown eyes that stared at me as if I was a brand new toy that they love to play
with. I groaned and tried to raise my hands to push the figure off of me but I
couldn't move my arms, from ties or from paralysis, I really don't know. I
whimpered in hopes that the person would get off of me, I could feel warmth
growing in my mid section and the realization that I was being touched down
below finally fell down on me.
Was I being raped?
I tried to struggle more, crying out as the numbness began to fade and the
feeling of a hand wrapped around my length, stroking expertly and gentle, the
person above me shushed me and placed a kiss on my cheek as I felt something
going and out of me, I could feel tears running down my cheeks and the person
licked my cheek, tasting my tears and I turned my head to the side, whining
more and more, wishing over and over again that this was just a dream.
The person groaned and finally got off of me, feeling something slide out of me
as he did so and I heard some clicks. . . .was that- was that a camera? I
sobbed and just wanted to cover myself up, hating how I was being photographed
in such a vulnerable position and just wanted to go home. The man was speaking
to me but I didn't pay attention, just wanting to get out and go find anyone
who could help me; Max, Alyssa, Chloe, Brooke. Anyone at that point, I just
wanted this to be over. I heard a new voice yelling over the clicks and I
managed to open my eyes and see what was happening. I could now see a shorter
figure standing in front of the figure that was on top of me, touching me, but
I couldn't make out who it was and I managed out a weak help and watched as the
shorter of the two punched the taller man, making the taller one growl.
"You'll regret this Nathan." I froze, that was. . .Nathan? He was the last
person I expected to come in and try to save me.
"I don't give a fuck Mark. Fucking untie Warren NOW. I did NOT agree to get him
for you to do THIS of all things to him." Mark. . . .where have I heard that
name before. . .? Oh yeah. Max always mentions a Mark guy to me, Mark. . .
.Jefferson. Wasn't he the famous photographer. . . why was he touching me and
taking pictures of me . . .He always seemed like such a nice guy. Guess you
have to watch out for his types. I looked back over at the figures and was
shocked to find that they were now on the ground, fighting and it looked like
Nathan was winning, he was on top of Mark punching him repeatedly in the face
with no care and once my eyes focused I could see blood and glass surrounding
Marks head. Nathan seemed to deem that he had enough as he stood up and shakily
made his way over to me, looking me over with a sad stare and shaking his head,
looking regretful and angry all at once.
"I didn't think he would do this to you." Nathan said and I froze, remembering
that the whole reason I felt like this was because Nathan had handed me a drink
at the Vortex party and that was the last thing I remembered.
"You. . .You fucking. . . "
"I know. Just. . ." He sighed and began to untie me, leaning over me to get the
other hand and I pulled him down on top of me, holding him there by his stupid
cardigan as I glared at him. Hoping that my anger showed through the grogginess
and it must have, seeing how Nathan's eyes widened in fear and his pupils got
bigger, he took a shaky breath and looked down at my naked form and I really
didn't care that I was stark naked at the moment.
"Get me the fuck out of here or else I'm busting BOTH of your asses." I growled
and Nathan nodded, looking far away from the current conversation and I sat up,
pushing him away from me and running my hands through my hair, trying not to
cry and I felt something go over my shoulders, I looked up and saw Nathan
without his normal letterman jacket and instead felt it around my shoulders, it
was warm and actually felt pretty nice, no wonder he wore it so often. He
helped me up off of the bed I was lying on and I leaned against Nathan, my ass
felt weird and I sobbed as I realized Mark had already raped me before I became
conscious and that I had woken up during the last few moments. I fell to my
knees and looked over at Mark's figure, seeing blood everywhere and I threw up
onto the white flooring, not being able to contain the disgust I had for myself
now. Nathan squatted down next to me and rubbed my back, telling me that he was
going to save me and that he was going to call the police and I shook my head,
I felt so pathetic and honestly didn't want anyone to find out what happened to
me. I looked under me and saw that Mark's cum was actually sliding down my
thighs and I closed my eyes.
"Just. . . let me get dressed then you can call them. . . I do NOT want them to
know I was raped. Please Nathan." My voice broke on his name and he nodded,
looking down and stood up, going to hopefully find my clothes. I sat there on
the floor, my ass felt like it was on fire and I cleared my throat, wiping at
my face to get rid of the tears and snot and hating how out of all the people
in the world to save my pathetic ass, it had to be the King of Blackwell. The
guy who everyone either hated or. . . hated. I had always been afraid of Nathan
and looking over at Mark I realized I was right to be afraid, Marks nose was
busted open and it didn't look like he would be waking up for awhile, he
already had bruises forming around his eyes and on his cheekbones.
Nathan was always strange. He had friends but never had any at the same time.
People use him because he has money and knowing a Prescott was a high honor I
guess, I never saw the point in associating myself with Nathan. Though everyone
knows that Nathan has problems. Everyone. It seems like they tried to hide it
but they sure didn't do it that well. Living right across the hall I could hear
him on nights when he can't find his medication, I can hear him crying,
screaming into his pillows, and hitting the walls at unreasonable hours of the
night and when someone yells at him to shut up he would just scream back at
them and sometimes even go to said persons room and beat the everliving shit
out of them. I never told him off because he never told me off and it seemed to
be a sort of truce between us. I would often sit in my room feeling depressed
and just straight out LONELY. I was a lot like Nathan, the friends I do have
normally just use me because I'm smart and I hate to admit it but Max does the
same thing, she knows that I love her and yet she flaunts her relationship with
Kate in front of me almost everyday. I'm cool with it, I'm happy for the two of
them and wish them nothing but happiness. But knowing that COULD have been me
makes me feell ike I lost my chance and would never get another one, especially
after this. I was broken.
But I'm a lot like Nathan as much as I've repeated you'd of gotten the idea by
now, Except I had to deal with Depression and the pills that the therapist
prescribed to me never worked. So on nights when I would be crying (loudly) in
my room and sometimes even just staring into the void or even walking around
the dorms listening, I never once heard anything from Nathan's room, but I knew
he was awake. How? Well, having someone not so discreetly lean against your
door while you cry can alert you, he always slams right into the door too, not
even bothering to be quiet, he's done it before and I know it's him. I just
know it's him. I can hear him crying on the other side.
By morning after one of my episodes I would already have a smile plastered on
my face, ready for the day ahead of being pushed around by either Zach or some
other jock who thinks he's better than me. Ready for friends who really only
talk to me if they need something, and Brooke who would continuously flirt with
me even though I have told her that I wasn't interested, which surprises even
me since she would totally be my type but I have a thing for blue eyes. They
are just so pretty and. . .I looked up from my thinking to be met with a pair
of blue eyes. . . So very electrifying.
"I. . .uhm. . . found your clothes." Nathan handed me a neatly stacked pair of
jeans and double T-shirt that I always wear and stood up slowly, taking off his
jacket and handing it back to him, he took it and allowed me to get dressed and
cleaned up, once I was done he swung the jacket back around my shoulders and I
raised an eyebrow at him, a bit confused and he shrugged, "You can. . .you can
keep it. After this you'll probably never see me again anyways. . .I want.you
to have it. So don't give it to Victoria, I already have something for her to
keep. Go home Warren." He said and I could hear the break in his voice, "Before
they come. . ." I nodded in understanding but was a bit confused as of why he
wasn't going with.
"Aren't you coming with me?" He shook his head quickly, eyes wide with fear.
"No. . . never. . .Just go." I continued to stand in front of him, he glared at
me, "Warren. Please leave. . . .I've done horrible things. . . horrible. .
.It's time I get what I deserve." I shook my head.
"I'm not letting.you turn yourself in. You. . . saved me. . . from whatever he
was going to do next." Nathan had a look on his face as if he KNEW what Mark
had planned next and walked over and grabbed the camera Mark was using and
began to go through it, "Deleting my photos?" He nodded and I sighed, "Well,
come on Nathan. You're going with me. I'm saving you now."
"It doesn't matter. Mark will tell them about how I helped him anyways and I'll
still be caught." Nathan snapped, throwing the camera against the wall and I
flinched, glad that he didn't decide to throw it at me. I took a deep breath as
I looked between Nathan and Mark, not wanting to say what I was thinking but
groaned.
"Let's kill him then." I said and Nathan froze from where he was pacing and
stared at me as if I had just said I wanted him to fuck me, well. If he thought
having sex with me was horrifying and disgusting anyways. "I can kill him and
tell them it was self defense." I walked over to where Mark was laying and
hummed in thought.
"What? We can't just KILL him! That's crazy." I sighed, feeling a bit fed up as
I stared at Nathan, he looked over my face to see if I was joking and I wasn't,
his shoulder drooped and he stood away from me, "Fine. If you want to kill him.
. . .do it." He brought a gun out of his pocket and threw it at me, I almost
didn't catch it but I did, but totally wrong as I heard a bang and looked down
at Mark who now had a hole right through his head, blood dripping out of it
already and surrounding his head, I gasped and dropped the gun, taking some
steps back, Nathan stood over Mark and scoffed. "This is what you wanted
right?" He hissed and I looked up at Nathan who looked terrifying, way more
terrifying than Mark ever did, his eyes were dark and his face was masked by
the shadows of the room, he stalked towards me, grabbing my wrists, and holding
them up in front of me, looking at my face as I whimpered and closed my eyes,
pleading for him to forgive me and that I wasn't really going to do it and that
I felt terrible. I felt his arms wrap around me and I was pulled into a hug. He
was whispering to me but I couldn't make out the words as all I could hear now
were sirens and people shouting.
I looked behind Nathan and saw police man running into the room where we were,
Nathan continued to hold me and tell me that I was so very brave and that I
didn't deserve the crap I was put through and I whispered the same thing to
him, making him hold me tighter and we ignored the police who were trying to
pry us apart, yelling at us to tell us what happened and I felt someone kiss my
forehead before the warmth left me, making me feel cold and alone once again
until the warmth wrapped around me hand, pulling me away from the crowds and
the last thing I remembered was falling in love with Nathan Prescott.
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