He sat in the window seat of the plane, just staring out the window at the ground. The plane was starting to descend into the Pittsburgh airport and Justin could almost breathe again. He knew there would be no way to fight off the panic attack that was threatening to surface if he didn't get to the loft soon. It was midday Sunday so Justin knew that Brian would be home, or at least he hoped. Because he had nothing with him, as soon as he was off the plane, Justin made his way out of the airport and quickly found himself a cab.

The cab driver looked at him with an odd expression when he climbed into the back, but Justin was use to it from everyone at the New York airport, on the plane and walking to the cab just a moment ago. Justin just mumbled the address to the loft and sat back. When the cab stopped, Justin couldn't see Brian's vette anywhere, but that didn't mean he wasn't home. He payed the cab driver and took off inside. He was glad he remembered to grab his keys before bolting out of his apartment earlier this morning. When he reached the loft door, it was locked. Upon unlocking it and turning the alarm off, stepping inside, Justin found himself alone. Brian was not home. He quickly reset the alarm and locked the door before laying himself down on the bed. He was exhausted, but he didn't want to sleep. He didn't think he would be able to sleep.

* * * * * * * * * *

Justin had just locked the door and was getting ready for bed when there was a knock on the door. It wasn't unusual because a lot of his neighbors would come knocking, asking for something like milk or eggs or sugar. The normal neighboring things. He unlocked the door once again and opened it, only it wasn't one of his neighbors. He opened his mouth to say something when the guy standing at his door pushed inside, passed Justin, making him stumble backwards and into a bookshelf.

Again, Justin was going to say something when suddenly the guy grabbed him and kissed him. Justin pushed him away and went to grab for his cell phone, but the guy was too fast. Suddenly Justin was on his back, on the floor and the guy was straddling his hips. Wide eyed, Justin told the guy to get off, to get out. But the guy didn't listen. He started unbuckling Justin's belt.

Justin grabbed for the guys hands but the guy grabbed his wrists and pinned his arms above his head. With one hand, the guy returned to the task of unbuckling and unzipping Justin's belt and jeans. Justin struggled to get free but it was no use. The guy slid his hand down Justin's pants and wrapped it around Justin's cock. Justin struggled to get free once again, begging the guy to stop. But he wouldn't.

* * * * * * * * * *

He must have fallen asleep though because he was suddenly being shaken awake. He flinched and jumped, scrambling away from the person.

"Justin."

He stopped at the other end of the bed and looked up to find Brian staring at him. He sighed in relief and crawled back over to the older man, wrapping his arms around Brian's neck and burying his face into his chest. Brian lightly wrapped his own arms around his blond.

"Justin." Brian whispered again, "What happened?"

Of course he would know something happened. Justin was covered in bruises on his arms and neck.

"I was attacked."

"I can see that, Sunshine. By who? When?"

Justin shook his head, "I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't. He had me pinned down."

The blond started sobbing into Brian's shirt and all Brian could do was hold him a little tighter.

"Justin, tell me."

Justin hesitated but through his hard sobbing, Brian was able to make out one word.

Rape.

Brian froze.

"Wh... when?" He finally found his voice after a few minutes.

"Last night."

"Did you go to the hospital?"

Justin shook his head, he was calmed down enough now to talk.

"I passed out before he finished. When I woke up I went straight to the airport."

"Justin, did he... did..." Brian closed his eyes, not even able to ask the one question haunting him, let alone think about it.

"No, he didn't." Justin answered, already knowing what Brian wanted to know, "He didn't use a condom."

"FUCK!" Brian released Justin and stood up.

Justin flinched at Brian's raised voice and curled in on himself once Brian let him go. He watched at Brian started pacing the bedroom floor. After what felt like hours, Brian finally stopped and looked at Justin, still curled up, rocking himself.

"We need to get you to the hospital. Get you checked out and call Carl."

Justin only nodded and allowed Brian to lead him out of the loft. The ride to the hospital was made in silence. Justin was afraid to talk, afraid Brian would yell again. The only thing that kept him grounded was Brian's hand in his the whole ride.

When they reached the hospital, Justin didn't want to move from the car. Brian had to pick him up and carry him into the hospital, where he demanded they needed a doctor. Once they were in a room after telling a nurse what happened to Justin, they were sitting in silence and waiting. Justin was laying down on the exam table, feeling nauseous and Brian was standing next to the table, still holding onto Justin's hand and running his free hand through Justin's hair.

While filling out Justin's information, Brian had called Carl and told him to get to the hospital, that Justin had been attacked. He also told him not to tell anyone else because Justin didn't want anyone to know about it just yet. Carl agreed and was now on his way to the hospital.

"Brian." Justin whispered.

"Yeah, Sunshine?"

"I love you."

Brian gave him a small, sad smile, "I love you too, Sunshine."

"How could you after this?"

"Because, you didn't ask for this. It wasn't your fault."

They fell silent again. About fifteen minutes later, the door opened and a female doctor walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Kinney. Mr. Taylor." The doctor nodded, "I am Dr. Chandler. I've read your chart, so why don't we just get started?"