Hi guys! So, this is a new story. It revolves around Owen/Tristan and doesn't have a lot of interaction with the other characters. You'll see why. By the way, let me just say now, there will not be incest with Owen and Tristan. Just, no. If you want incest, read my Drew/Gracie story. Okay? Okay. Yeah, so, I hope you enjoy this fluffy dramatic brother feel-good feel-bad how many other words can I use to describe this I love you bye story. R&R if you love me too. By the way, TRIGGER WARNING! TRIGGER WARNING

TRIGGGGGGGGGGGEER WARNING! OKAy IF YOU DON'T GET THAT, IT MEANS IF YOU GET TRIGGERED EASILY I'M WARNING YOU. (that sounds right...) There is a lot of language and a character rape in the first chapter. So... Yeah. Alright, bye.

(TRISTAN)

I woke up feeling nauseous. What had just happened? My ribs are sore, my...my...holy crap, why are my pants off? Why am I naked? What the hell is happening? I went to get up and find a towel and I found that my left wrist was handcuffed to a bench. The locker room. Not the one I'm usually in during P.E...

I heard deep laughs in a distance. "Yeah, what a fag!" A voice with an accent said, and I heard a high five. "I'm glad we gave that gay what he wanted. A nice reality check. He doesn't like things up his ass as much as he figured he did, did he?" I recognized the voice of his brother's friend, (well, team mate), Luke Baker.

"The way he screamed was hilarious! I bet he'll think twice before letting a guy fuck him now, right?" Another male voice. My head hurt, so I couldn't really think of who it was. Probably another one of Owen's team mates...

Where the hell is Owen right now? How am I supposed to escape?

"Yeah, do you think he will remember?" Mike Dallas seemed worried.

I didn't remember...But I guessed they did something to me, since, now I could feel a soreness in...well, where they were talking about.

"I think we knocked him out for a while. He should find the key and be able to get out before Owen figures out how to get in." Luke spoke again, and I realized how much I hated him...

Wait...Owen! Owen wasn't involved in whatever had happened, which is a relief, and another relief, he was coming! Maybe he could explain this... I heard the door slam, letting me know that I was finally alone and safe to move. How had I even gotten in here? How did the hockey guys find me, and why? My head was pounding and my memory was shot. I was already forgetting what they had said...something about a key.

My vision was blurred and my eyes hurt a lot, probably from crying, so I shut my eyes and ran my hands on the floor blindly until I found a small key. I opened my eyes for a second and slipped the key in the hole of the lock on the handcuffs. I unlocked myself and tried to stand up, but I fainted...

...

I woke up a while later and I was still naked and alone. I searched the whole locker room and found my clothes, and underwear stained with blood mixed with a thick-ish liquid that I could only describe as cloudy... Then it all rushed to me.

The hockey team raped me. They drugged me and forced themselves into me. Why? Then they called me gay...What was wrong with them. What lesson was that? They said that it taught me a lesson, but...it didn't make sense. Maybe my head was just foggy. I threw those underwear away and slipped on my shorts with nothing under. It hurt.

I put on my shirt and started crying again... I sat there, crying for what seemed like an hour. I didn't know any type of time, since my phone was, of course, gone... I went to open the door and surprisingly, it was unlocked. So, Owen could have came and saved me anytime, but he didn't care.

Awesome.

I walked home slowly. I had to limp, and after a while, I was winded. My ribs were hurting so much... And, my butt didn't feel too awesome either.

I would have called a cab, but I couldn't. It seemed like almost midnight by the time I got home. My parents were out of town so it was just gonna be me and Owen, and I could bet Owen had some whore over...

I opened the door and heard a voice that made my heart stop.

"Oh, hey champ!" Luke yelled, turning to Tristan and, as soon as Owen couldn't see Luke's face, he gave me a look that said if I said a word about what had happened, he'd do something worse than rape me...

The whole hockey team was there. "Oh, hey..." I said with a shaky voice, "Um, I'm going to Maya's. I just came to change my clothes and pack a bag. Owen just nodded. He was probably in on this.

I didn't say another word. I went to my room and packed a bag. But not one for a night at Maya's. One to run away. I was running away. Where? The place where I could start over...

New York.

...

It was perfect. I had a passport since my visit to France, and I could use my birthday money to buy a plane ticket. I packed a bag full of all of my favorite clothes, and I went online and printed out a ticket to the 5am flight to New York City. It cost me almost all of my money, so... I needed more. I only had 50 dollars of my own money left...

I snuck into my parents' room and felt guilty as I stole an even 150 dollars. I then snuck into Owen's room and stole every freaking dollar I could find. He had just turned 18 so he was loaded at the moment. Every family member and family friend had sent him a wad of cash. So, I got exactly 745 dollars. I'm lucky my family is richer than an average family.

After I'd gathered up all the money, I counted it and found that I had exactly 945 dollars. That could be enough, at least until I found a way to get money in New York... I threw my bag out the window and grabbed a backpack that I'd chosen as my carry-on, and held my head up as I stepped into the kitchen. "Hey, Owen. Can I have some money? Like, 15 bucks? I was gonna stop by a pizza place and get some for Maya and I."

Owen wasn't suspicious, he just fished 20 dollars out of his wallet. "Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" Owen spoke, and I wondered if his friends had fessed up. I hoped they had.

Once they were out of the room, Owen put his hand on my shoulder, and took a second. "Hey...so,"

My heart was beating so fast!

"Mind if we use that big ass smart water bottle from the fridge as a bong?"

I sighed. "I guess."

Owen smiled. "Thanks bro. I love you. Don't tell anyone I said that."

I almost felt like smiling. Then I remembered who Owen's friends were and I just spun on my heels and left, with the now 965 dollars, a plane ticket to New York, and my passport in my pocket. I was leaving this house for the last time, and I had no regrets.

Writers note:

So, what do u guys think so far? What's gonna happen? Is Owen going to find out and follow his brother to New York? (wink, wink). R&R, babes! I love u ;)