QAK 18 Brian As I sit at the computer, looking through the pictures from the Flower show I can’t help but smile. Justin looks so happy in them. The gang showed up and we hung out for awhile. I come to a picture with Justin sitting on my lap with Emmett beside us. Emmett’s hand was on Justin’s side as for silent comfort. I think Justin had a little bit of a flashback due to his attitude changed somewhat after the gang met up with us. When I asked Justin if he was okay he said yes, so I didn’t push it. I am brought out of my memories when I hear Justin whining from the bedroom. I rush into him and see him thrashing from side to side. “Justin” I quietly say, walking towards the bed. “No, no.” Justin begins to mumble. Sitting next to him, I rub his hair. It seems to calm him down. Once he has stopped shaking his head back and forth and resting again I go to stand up, but am stopped by Justin grabbing my arm. “Stay, please.” I lay next to him, never taking my eyes off his until he puts his head on my chest. Running my fingers through his hair I get the feeling he is crying. “Justin, what was it about?” I ask as he snuggles even closer to me. “I don’t know. I keep having these moments of what I think are just not true. But the feelings are real.” He whispers. “How so?” I ask in a low calming voice, not wanting to freak him out more. “Well for awhile now, I have these flashbacks of being with Emmett and crying and dirty and sometimes bloody. And a little girl is with me. I don’t know who she is, but I seem close to her.” Wiping his eyes as he tries to hold me even tighter. “Who do you think it is?” I remember that Dade told me I have to let Justin remember on his own. “I don’t know, but I know I need to find out. I mean this girl in my thoughts is younger then me and is with me a lot when I dream.” Closing his eyes, yawning. “Well just don’t worry about it now. Get some more rest.” Rubbing his back he nods his head. “Brian, why can’t I remember anything bad?” “What do you mean?” I ask. “I mean I remember everything good, and I remember Emmett always being there for me, but why can’t I remember why I am dirty or bloody in my thoughts? Promise me I won’t find anything out that will make you give up.” “Justin, I will never give up on you. On us. I promise I will be here for you.” “Thanks. I can’t stop thinking about it Brian. About the thoughts in my head. Like that blonde woman. Why was I so drawn to her?” I can feel him starting to shake like he did before his memory loss. “Call Emmett, I need to talk to Emmett.” I look at his head as he lifts it up. “Please Brian.” He looks at me with pleading eyes. “Okay Sunshine.” I reach over to pick up the phone to call the one person that I have learned his number by heart faster then most. And the only person I call the most. ^^^ After calling Emmett, Justin and I got up to have some coffee. “Brian, I’m sorry. I know that you are worried, but Emmett seems to be the one person with all the answers." As I was about to protest there was a knock on the door. Opening it up to let Emmett in he rushes to Justin’s side. “What is it Baby? Did you remember something? Are you okay?” Emmett starts with all the questions. “Emmett, please let him speak.” I sit next to Justin. “What happened?” Emmett is now in front of Justin. “I need answers Em. I need to know why I was so drawn to the blonde woman. Why am I having these thoughts of you hugging me while I am dirty and bloody and there is this girl, I can’t get her out of my mind. Tell me Em.” Em looks at me I shake my head. “Baby, the doctor wants you to remember on your own.” Em tells him. “I know what he said Emmett, but you know I hate not knowing. I know I remember all the good times, but then bad shit is coming into my head and I want to know what it means. Who is this girl?” Justin pleads. Looking at me Justin shudders and when we look back at him he is holding onto Emmett’s arm. “What is it baby?” Em looks on concerned. “I see you in this same position. I am crying and hurt. Why am I hurt? The little girl is next to me crying to.” He looks to Em and for once I hate not being a part of what happened. I want to help him. “She’s your sister.” I look at Emmett with such force he looks at me. “What are you doing? He is supposed to figure it out.” I yell at him. “He is my best friend, I will not lie to him. He asked me and I will tell him. I was there asshole. I know what happened and I will not let him figure this out on his own without me. So back the fuck off.” Emmett is still holding Justin’s hand. “My sister? Where is she? What happened? Em, please.” Justin pleads. “Emmett?” I look at him once more. “Em, please.” Justin begs Emmett; I am worried about this. “Molly was your sister. What you are remembering is,” Justin stands up, looking like he knows what is about to be said. “Oh my god. She was my sister? You mean she’s dead?” Justin is looking paler as I pick up the phone. After caller Dade I hear the door slam open and turn to see Emmett on top of Justin. “Justin.” I yell and move over. “Damn it Emmett.” “Brian, leave it. I know what I’m doing. I know him.” Standing up Emmett lets go of Justin. “Justin. Look at me.” He tells him and Justin does. “Go on.” Nodding, Justin walks out leaving me and Emmett to stare at each other with him standing in my way. “Move Emmett.” “No, he needs to do this Brian. I know where he is going. We will let him have a little lead then we will go.” He tells me. About a minute passes and I look to him. “Long enough?” I ask. “Let’s go.” We walk out, I don’t know where to, but we are walking out. Justin After leaving Brian’s I head straight to where I have to go. The girl is Molly, my sister. I get to the gravesite, not knowing how I knew where it was as I lean down I see grave stone side by side. They are beautiful stones, one with the name Jennifer Taylor, loving mother and wife. The other said Molly Taylor, loving daughter and sister. Jennifer must be the blonde woman because there is a picture of her on the stone. She was so pretty. Molly’s doesn’t have a picture one hers. “What the fuck happened? Why can’t I remember what happened?” Sitting next to the stone I lean onto it. “Please let me remember them. Even if it is bad. It’s my family. And where is my father?” I look up, hoping that my answers will be given. But nothing happened. “I can’t remember anything. I can’t remember. I’m so sorry.” I sob out. “It’s not your fault Baby.” Looking up I see Emmett and Brian. Smiling knowing that Emmett wouldn’t be to far behind me. As well as Brian. Who is proving that he is there for me too. “I can’t remember what happened.” Emmett is now next to me with his arms around me. “Shh Baby, it’s going to be okay.” “Tell me what happened.” I beg him. “Baby, all you need to know is none of it was your fault.” Looking down at my hand I see Brian’s hand on mine as I look into his eyes. “He’s right Sunshine. None of it is your fault.” He kisses my hand and touches my face. “I just want to know.” I cry out, feeling myself getting tired. “I know and in time you will, but Emmett and I can’t be the ones to tell you. It could be to much for you at once.” Brian looks at me with concern. “I’m fine.” I try to reassure him. “Come on, let’s get you home.” Picking me up I look at Emmett and lay my head on his shoulder. Feeling like I have been in his arms a lot more then I remember. “Open the door Brian.” He tells him as Brian opens it, Emmett puts me in and kisses my forehead. “I love you Emmett.” I whisper. “Me too Baby.” He tells me back. As we drive home, Brian is in the back seat with me, running his hand through my hair. “I love you too Brian.” I feel myself move closer to him. “Love you to.” He tells me as I fall asleep. Emmett As we carry Justin upstairs and lay him down, Dade had waited around here to look him over. “He’s just tired. This has been an emotional day for him. Emmett you can’t tell him shit. Let him remember on his own. It can harm him more if you force it.” “Dade, no offense but I know him better then you and Brian put together and I have never openly lied to him about anything and I won’t now. It’s better if I am with him anyway. We have been through a lot and I won’t let some fucking doctor tell me what is best for my best friend when I know him like I do. He wants to know and that is what will hurt him more is if we all refuse to talk to him about it.” I shout out to them both. “Why didn’t you tell someone?” Brian asked me. “Tell what?” I ask. “The cops. You knew what was happening in that house and you didn’t do shit to stop it.” Brian shouts out to me. “Because he asked me not to do it again.” I tell him. “Because I couldn’t get Justin to agree to press charges and then there is the fact that Craig would have done a lot worse when he got out. And don’t tell me that he wouldn’t have if I called because let me tell you something asshole. I did call them. They did check it out and when they left that house, later that night, Justin was at my door with Molly, who both had blood on them from getting hit. Justin was worse because he took the brunt of it for Molly. The man was evil Brian. All I could do was be there for him and his sister. Don’t you fucking judge me for not calling again.” I wipe away my own tears. “You called before?” Brian asked me shocked. “Yes I did, and I wouldn’t do it again in fear of Craig actually killing them.” “What about Molly and the schools.” He asks. “Well Justin and Molly were home schooled so there wasn’t anyone who saw it but me.” Brian places a hand on my shoulder. “Emmett, this has been just as hard on you as Justin.” Dade tells me. I look at him. “No, not as bad as him.” I say sitting down. “Emmett you killed his dad. I know it has to bother you.” Brian looks me in the eyes. “Not really, I did it to protect Justin. The look on Justin’s face that night, I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to end it. I had to protect him. I had to do what I didn’t do for all those years.” Now I am crying as I wipe my tears away. “You were there for them. That counts for something.” Dade tells me. “Look yes it hurts me to have to kill a man, but when I look at Justin, I knew in order to help him I had to get rid of him of the one person who was putting that look on his face. And I knew I could handle it better then Justin to kill him.” Leaning back on the couch I feel Brian put his hand on my shoulder. “Sorry Em. I guess I misjudged you. I just worry about Justin.” I can see the concern in his eyes. “I know and this isn’t going to be easy. You know I’m a loud mouth and I want to protect Justin.” I close my eyes. “So do I but let’s just rest and deal with this in the morning. You can crash here Emmett. Dade thanks for coming over.” Brian walks him out. Getting me a blanket and pillow for me he lingers by his bedroom door. “Emmett, sorry again. Just know if you need to talk, I’m here.” I look over to him. “Thanks.” Smiling he tosses me a glance. “That’s what friends are for.” He tells me. “Yes, it is and Brian, I’m here for you too.” Looking over his shoulder he grins. “Yes we will get through this together.” Walking into his bedroom. Laying down I looked up to the ceiling. “Yea, we will get through this, for Justin.” Closing my eyes I fall into a sleep, not knowing what tomorrow will bring.