Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket Thanks to muffin_donat2007 for the beautiful banner. Thanks to all who read and review. Here is the next part. Also, rape is mentioned in this chapter. You have been warned. Also, Jamie is Justin and Daphne's child. Since Daphne is not married in this fic (at least not yet) she asked Justin to father her child. Justin's POV "I'm going to fuck you so hard." Brian's words make my dick incredibly harder, because even though he thinks he's going to fuck me, well, he's not going to. Fuck that shit, I'm a top. Flat out, no games. I don't bottom for anyone. Not even someone as hot as him. So, as Brian goes to flip me over, to grab the lube and a condom, I beat him to it. I reach over and grab my jeans, quickly pulling out a condom and a small packet of lube. The next thing I know, we are fighting for dominance again. Brian is not going to fuck me, and that's the end of it. No one other than my first has ever fucked me before. And that was a lesson learned in itself. The pain and blood was everywhere, and the guy hadn't even used a fucking condom. I shudder at the memory. I'm just lucky that the guy didn't have any diseases. Just remembering my first time is enough to make me sick, so I quickly push away the horrible memory. As I come back to the present, I see Brian watching me. He has a confused look on his face, and so I get up. I realize that he's noticed my mood shift, and I don't know what to do. I toss the condom and lube packet onto the bed. Then I walk over to where our clothes are sitting on the floor. I begin to dress again, but Brian doesn't move from the bed. "This isn't going to work. I don't bottom for anyone." I know that my eyes are flashing, but I can't help it. The memory is taking over me, and though I'd love to have this beautiful man fuck me, I just can't put myself in that position again. I won't. I grab Brian's clothes, and then toss them to him. As I go to finish getting dressed, my phone rings and the machine picks it up. I pause as Molly's voice fills the room. "Justin? Justin pick up. Pick up the damn phone!" I sigh angrily, and stomp over to the phone. Grabbing it, I growl "What?!" My sister tells me that Shane called. "Shit, did he...?" I swallow when Molly tells me that he called mom, and she told him where I was. "Fuck, Molly. You and Kevin go and stay with mom. Also, call Daphne and invite her and Jamie to stay with you guys." I pause for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. Then I continue. "If Shane calls you or comes over to the house, call the fucking cops." Then I slam the phone down, just as Brian finishes dressing and he walks into the living room. "Problem?" I look at him and then say, "You have no fucking idea." Then I usher him to the door. "Now's not a good time after all." The phone rings again, and this time it is Daphne. "Hello? Daphne, you and Jamie go and stay at my mom's house. Molly and Kevin will be there as well." I pause again, and then say, "Tell Jamie I love her, and I'll be there ASAP. I need to book a flight and everything." She talks for a few more minutes, and then hangs up. I turn back to the door, to see Brian standing there, an angry look on his face. "You're in the closet." There is no missing the accusation in his voice, and it annoys the shit out of me, so I decide to skip being polite. "Actually, I came out at age 17. I have been living on my own since then. Not that it's any of your fucking business." He gives me a surprised look, and I know that he thought I was some kind of innocent, from the way I look. Yeah well, looks can definitely be deceiving. "You should get going now. It'll be dark soon." I need to get him the fuck away from me ASAP. Shane could be on his way here, or even on his way to Pittsburgh. I need to do something. I can't let him hurt my family. I won't let him hurt my family. The only people who know what really happened between me and Shane, are Daphne and Molly. Everyone else thinks that we just broke up. That we decided to see other people. Yeah fucking right. Don't I just WISH that things had ended that way. I watch as Brian finally shrugs, and then starts to walk away. As he heads back to his cabin, I watch until I know he's safely inside. Then I go back into my own cabin, and I slam and lock the door. I go around the cabin, locking all of the windows and anything and everything that I can. Anyone else would think that I'm being paranoid, but I'm not. Shane is very slick, and very dangerous. After making sure that everything is as secure as I can make it, I turn on the alarm, and grab a knife from the kitchen. I go into my room, and keeping the knife in my hand, I stay as quiet as possible. The house is silent for a little while. But I keep alert. I must have fallen asleep, while waiting to see if anything was going to happen. Nothing did. But now, I wonder why I'm awake. It's two in the morning, and something woke me up. Suddenly, the alarm goes off, and the cabin is bathed in light and noise as the alarm screams its head off. I grab the knife, as the phone rings. Answering it, I tell the security person on the other end, that someone has broken into my cabin. She says the police are on their way. So I quickly hang up, and tighten my grip on the knife I'm holding. I'm holding the knife so tightly in my hand, that it's cutting deeply into my skin, but fuck it. I hear a noise, and suddenly the sound of police sirens fill the air. Before I know it, the police are breaking down the door, and they are searching the cabin. One of the officer's walk up to me, and start asking me all kinds of questions. Am I hurt? Did he steal anything? Things like that. I quickly hide my hand that is bleeding. Suddenly, I feel a familiar presence. I look up, and see Brian standing in the middle of the yard.