Stuff in Italics are Flashbacks ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- QAK 19 Brian It has been two days since that night. Emmett has been staying with us, demanding to be there for Justin. Which I admire in the man. He has never backed down from me. “Are you hungry?” Emmett asks me from the kitchen. “Ya, I’ll have,” I start to say coffee and toast when he interrupts. “You will have eggs and bacon. You have to keep your strength up to help Justin.” Knowing I will end up doing as he wants. I will do anything for Justin. Including eating eggs and bacon. “How was his night?” Emmett asks me. “Long. He had a few tremors but with a few strokes to his head and whispers in his ear, he calmed down.” “Good. I really hate seeing him like this.” Emmett tells me. “I know what you mean. I also hate seeing you like you were. Emmett,” But he doesn’t let me finish. “Brian, this is about Justin, let’s leave it at that.” Nodding I take a bite of bacon off the plate. “Emmett, about that night. I really think you need to let him figure things out.” Looking at me he shakes his head. “I have never lied to him Brian. And if I don’t tell him, he hates that even more. He hates not knowing. It came with his growing up and getting the shit beat out of him. Or sexually abused by his father or his friends. He would never know when, or how it would happen and that got to him. So to sit here and not tell him, it’s like he is waiting once more and he remembers that part.” Seeing his point I nod. “Ok, then at least sugar coat it into a way he still figures it out on his own.” “Okay, we can do that. Or at least try.” Smiling at me I now understand what it is in Emmett that Justin adores. His honesty and his way of dealing with shit. As we are eating we continue to talk about every day shit we hear Justin screaming from the room. We are both on our feet and running to the room to see a very pale Justin sitting up on my bed. “Justin, its okay baby.” Emmett moves to him. “We are here Sunshine.” I whisper softly, trying not to startle him. Looking at us he shakes his head. “What is it Justin?” Emmett asks. “A dream. I was dreaming of something.” Justin whispers. “What was it Baby.” Emmett is rubbing his back. Justin “I remember something.” Looking to Emmett and then to Brian. “What do you remember?” Brian asks me. As I look at them both I wipe my face, opening my mouth to tell them as if it was yesterday. But it is like I am watching it from outside. ”Justin, baby. What are you doing here?” Looking up to see Emmett’s face. “I, umm.” Seeing my face I can see it is all bloodied. Emmett pulls me into a hug. “Where’s Molly?” “She stayed at a friends.” I cry out. He takes me inside as I continue to shake. “It hurts Em.” I cry out. “I know baby. It will be okay. This isn’t your fault.” “Yes it is. I egged him on.” I wipe a tear. “No you didn’t Justin. The guy is an asshole. You didn’t deserve this.” Emmett whispers to me. “Why me?” He puts his arms around me. “It’s ok. Let it out.” Crying on his chest. “It hurts to cry. Em, he was madder then usual. He asked where Molly was and I told him and he was pissed she wasn’t there.” “Shh, just rest. We will take care of it later. You need to relax and rest.” Carrying me to his bed, he lays next to me with his arms around me. Protecting me. Looking at Emmett he hugs me like he did that night. “Do you remember anything else?” He asks me. “No, I don’t. Who beat the shit out of me Em?” Looking up to his eyes he has tears in them. “Sunshine, look at me.” I look at Brian and he runs his hand on my face. “What?” I ask. “You should eat something. Emmett made some really good eggs and bacon.” Laughing he looks at me. “What is so funny about me cooking?” Emmett looks at me. “I taught you everything you know.” I whisper out. “That’s why they were so good.” Emmett smacks Brian’s arm, taking me back to a night. I feel the smack on my face as I go flying down on the couch. I know that it is only the beginning. I really hate not knowing what blow will come next. I can feel my face being buried into the cushion of the couch and my pants being torn down. I feel the tears burning my eyes and it’s hard to breathe. I can feel the pain as something is stuck up my ass and moaning can be heard. But I can’t make out the voice. “Baby. Baby, it’s okay. What is it?” Looking at Emmett and then at Brian. “Justin, what is it?” Brian asks. “I…I..” I stutter. “You what?” Brian asks me. “I was raped.” I whisper out, falling into their arms. Feeling my world fall apart. Emmett I don’t know what to do but hold onto him. He has remembered something, but what? He was raped, he remembers it. But does he remember who it was? And what will happen when he does remember?