BEFORE YOU READ, you should know I started this story on 8/26/09, and I know for sure the current storyline isn't going this way, and won't go this way, but I took it in a way different direction. Yes, Schuyler is an awful person in this one, but I'm sick of his good guy thing, and I personally think he could do more. So just keep reading. I have more, but if you don't like it, tell me and I won't post it.

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Prologue

After Stacy drugged Schuyler to get her pregnant and pass the baby off as Rex's so she can continue being a part of Rex's life, knowing he is in love with her sister and wanting to win him back for herself, Schuyler wakes up to the familiar feeling of being high. His will vanishes, and his addiction returns. When he woke up, after Stacy left, having got what she wanted, Schuyler went to the treatment center for his day's work, in a daze.

PART 1

Schuyler walked through the rehab center's front doors, not looking very good, hair messy, clothes untucked. He went for the elevator to his floor, but the man at the front desk stopped him.

"Sir, I'm going to have to see some identification." He said.

"Oh, of course," Schuyler said, giving him his pass and shaking his head, confused.

"Okay. Go on up." Schuyler went up the elevator, his mind still foggy. He went into his room, and headed straight for the top drawer of his desk. The only thing in the drawer was a bag of pills. He started to reach for it when the door opened, and he hastily shut the drawer.

"Schuyler. Hey." It was Rachel, his coworker and friend. Schuyler barely recognized her. He halfheartedly responded,

"Hey. Um…Rachel." He said, after some hesitation.

"Are you alright? You seem…disillusioned." Rachel said as she put her briefcase down on the desk.

"Mhmm. Yeah, I'm fine." He said, hoping she would leave quickly.

"Long night?" she asked, getting her work ready for the day.

"Sure." He said, getting impatient. She tilted her head at his unusual tone. She turned to him.

"Look, Schuyler, I don't think---" Schuyler quickly cut her off.

"I was in the middle of something here, if you'd be so kind as to get off my ass and leave." He said pointedly, not regretting a word.

"Woh. You don't talk to me like that! I don't know if you've a bad day, or something happened with Gigi, but---" he cut her off once again.

"That's none of your business! Just because your love life is screwed up doesn't mean you need into get into mine to feel better." he snapped once again.

"I don't know what you're supposed to mean by that." Rachel said, crossing her arms in anger.

"Then go somewhere else and figure it out." He said, pointing to the door.

"Fine. It looks like you need some time to calm down before kids start walking through that door, needing your help." She said, rolling her eyes. Schuyler breathed a sigh of relief as she left, he locked the door, and went straight for the drawer. He grabbed the bag of pills with a smile.

"Hello, old friends." He said, taking two pills out and swallowing them. With that, he left the room, feeling the pills start to change him, like they had so many times in the past.

Only about a half hour later, Schuyler crouched in the bushes outside Gigi's house, waiting for her to be alone. Suddenly she and Rex came out the front door, onto the front patio.

"Ugh. I can't believe I have to spend my only day off this week alone." Gigi said, pouting the way Schuyler always thought was sexy, but never had the nerve to say.

"You're not going to be alone all day, Shane's just out playing, and I won't be long. I just need to get UltraViolet ready. Mike'll be managing tonight." Rex said.

"Okay." she said, still pouting.

"I'll be back as soon as I can." He said, and after they shared a kiss that made Schuyler grunt in disgust, Rex was off. Gigi shut the door and went back in the house. Schuyler went in for a closer view from the window. He saw her go about through the living room, cleaning up the breakfast mess. She wore a snug white t-shirt, nearly see-through, with dark jeans and flats. He could help himself no longer, and went to the door. He knocked eagerly.

"Schuyler!" She said, surprised, opening the door. "What are you----" he quickly cut her off, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her as he entered the room, closing the door with one hand. She struggled to get away from him, not returning the kiss, but he held on tight. She finally pushed him off, pulling away from him. "What are you doing?" she said, trying to get herself together.

"I couldn't help it any more, Gigi, I need to be with you." He said, desperately reaching for her. She pulled away again, stepping back.

"Schuyler. We talked about this. I'm with Rex. We have Shane." She said, trying to get through to him without hurting him.

"I know that. But I want you." He said, staring savagely into her eyes.

"You don't seem like yourself today. Are you alright?" she said, worried and trying to change the subject.

"I've never felt better!" he said, eyes glowing. "Especially now that I'm with you." He said, grabbing her hands. "And come on, Gigi, you can't say you don't want me too. I can see it in your eyes. I always thought you had the sexiest eyes." He said, smiling devilishly, something Gigi had never seen from him before.

"Schuyler. Are you back on drugs?" she asked, her anxiety growing.

"What does it matter?" he asked, smiling. "I don't give a damn about what Rex, or anyone says anymore. I want you, and that's all that matters." He said. With that, he pulled her close to him and kissed her again, this time harder and much more desperately. She continued to struggle to no avail, trying vigorously to get away. He pushed her down on her floor, on top of her. He tried to kiss down her neck and she continued to struggle.

"Schuyler!" She screamed. "Let me go! Get off of me!" He ignored her cries and his hands moved to her wrists, forcing them on the ground of either side of her. Gigi felt helpless and tried crying for help, once again to no avail. As he pinned her hands under her and began his attempt to undress her, he ripped her shirt, then Shane entered. He briefly took in the scene, seeing his Mother struggling under the force of some man.

"Mom!" he said, dropping his baseball glove and running to her. As he attempted to pull him off, Schuyler elbowed him in his stomach, and Shane fell to the ground. Schuyler got up off of her, realizing he could not win, and ran to the door.

"I'm not done here." He said, expressionless, before running out. Gigi got up quickly, pulling Shane up on the couch as he clutched his stomach.

"Shane, baby, are you all right?" she asked, still shaking from her own ordeal.

"Forget about me! Did he hurt you, Mom? Are you all right?" he asked, ignoring his stomach pains. Gigi simply sobbed.

"Hold on a minute, baby." She first ran and locked all the doors. "I'm going to call the cops, okay? Everything's gonna be all right." She said, sitting back down and holding him close to her.

"What about Dad?" he asked. Gigi thought for a moment.

"I'll call him too." She said, continuing to sob. She grabbed the phone and dialed 911. After she tried to explain to the cops what happened, although her mind was still racing, she dialed Rex's cell.

"Hey, babe, what's up?" he said, seeing her name on the caller ID.

"Rex? Something's happened." She said. She knew her emotions got through in her voice.

"Gigi?" he said, instantly worried by her tone. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Just come home. I'll explain everything. Trust me."
"Okay. I'll be right there." He said, hanging up. As she put down the phone, someone pounded on the door, making her jump. She turned around to see Detective John McBain and two other officers standing behind him, at the door.

"Police." Said John, after the knock. Gigi opened the door, and let them in. "You reported an attack?" he asked, looking around the living room while the other two cops looked through the house. Gigi held back another sob, and though just a second ago had more fear and anger directed at one person than anyone or anything in her entire life, she felt sweet relief fill her as she pulled her son closer to her.