With a flurry of thundering footsteps, Ben managed to barge his way past the guards my mother had posted outside my room and through the door, the wood slamming against the wall loudly. “WHAT’S HAPPENED!?” he screamed, red in the face as he looked about wildly. I had to grin. I love how he’d do anything for me. “Our baby, is it okay?” I whisper, looking fearful as I feel Brian hold my hand gently. Resting his hand on my bare stomach, he felt around slightly, a thoughtful look on his face. Then it was replaced by confusion, a look I didn’t like. “Benny?” I whispered, biting my lip gently. “Well Justin. Your babies are just fine” I stare. Brian stares. “BABIES!?” I shriek. THUMP! Great. Brian just fainted. ~~~~~~~~ I sit here, having sent Ben out the room in a fit of hormonal rage, trying to calm my breathing down. One baby is bad enough. But TWO!? I can’t cope, I can’t breathe. God, kill me now. I don’t want them, nope, want them I do not! And the fact the father’s passed out on my chair really doesn’t help any. “Brian?” I whisper, tears in my eyes as I start to cry, “BRIAN!” I scream in his ear. He jumps up in alarm, grabbing my hand, “Yes?” “I want a PB&J sandwich”, I whisper, tearfully. He sighs, nodding, “Of course, then we’ll head over to my loft and get you settled in”. I freeze slightly, I’d never lived away from home. “Uh…okay”, I mutter, closing my eyes as I listen to Brian explain to Ben that I’m moving in with him. My thoughts drift to Gus. Maybe I can link with his mind, find out what’s happening. Leaning over, I hit the play button of my stereo, Barbara Streisand’s voice floating through the room as I close my eyes, concentrating on Gus. ~~~~~~~~ A room of men drinking. There’s a four poster bed, artwork lining the walls. My father sitting by the crib. The room and its occupants remind me of a scene from Labyrinth. Now all I need is Bowie singing ‘Magic Dance’. Gus is crying, he wants his mommy. No…his daddy. He doesn’t know why gannypa is wanting to hurt him. He want’s his Jussin. He knows Jussin will save him. But I can’t. And it’s breaking my heart. ~~~~~~~~ I sit straight up in bed. Shit I know that room! My old house, the manor outside Pittsburgh, the place where I was born. It’s my old bedroom. That’s where he’s being held! Crawling out of bed, I flex my stiff muscles and pull on black cargo pants, which are slightly too big and a tight black and red t-shirt. Tugging on a black zip-up and toeing on my sneakers, I sneak out the room, past the guards and into the lift. If Gus wants his Jussin. That’s who he’s going to get. Even if it kills me and my children.