A/N: Hi everyone again. I know a lot of you have been waiting for me to writing another story and start posting and I am happy to tell you that I am. Lol. I told myself that I was going to wait until I completely finish a story before I post it and I mostly did but I was too excited. I do have only one chapter left to write so it's not that much.

Oh and just a few pointers in this story the bad history between Sami and Adrienne doesn't exist because they don't even know each other. Also Brian is not the bad guy in this story. He is actually just Sonny's really good friend.

Anyway I wanted to thank Mike for editing this entire story. He did a really good job and I appreciate his help.

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I stumbled out of the club trying to keep a drunken Brian from falling over, "Hold on, buddy. You don't want to fall face first into the cement and ruin that beautiful face of yours. Do you?"

Brian laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world, and then started singing, "Falling on my face…falling on my face…it would just be terrible…faaaaalling on my faaaaace! "

I snickered internally at how drunk he is; it seems to be a common occurrence lately ever since his boyfriend dumped him. Brian seemed to be taking it pretty hard and I was trying to help a friend through this hard time. That is why I agreed to go with him to this club for the past week so that he could get as drunk as he wanted and I would be there to make sure he got home safe.

All that being equal, I wasn't surprised when he turned to me and asked, "Hey Sonny? Do you think I'm a bad person? "

We'd been over that topic quite a bit this whole week, and I answered him the same way as all the other times. "No Brian, you aren't a bad person. You know you aren't, but you tend to pick boyfriends who are."

Brian twisted around so that his face was very close to mine, alcohol clearly on his breath and he said another thing that he's said plenty of other times. "Sonny, you are really good looking. I wish I didn't feel like you were a brother. Making love to a brother would just be gross…just gross...remember that time we tried to kiss each other? Gross." I did remember that day, it was in middle school and we came out practically at the same time. We tried kissing each other once to see if there was anything at all but it was a really bad idea. It was like kissing a brother, well actually more like kissing a sister. No chemistry at all. "You know Sonny I hope I find someone someday that is like you but not. And I know you'd want a me, but shyer and blonder…I'm right. Aren't I, Sonny? Yup… I'm right about that…"

I let Brian ramble on like that, while trying to not laugh, as we walked down the sidewalk on this cold September night. I kept my hand on his arm, making sure he didn't walk into a wall. As we passed by an alley, I suddenly heard a weird sound coming from it. I stopped in my tracks and squinted my eyes so that I can see in the dark a little more. When my eyesight got a little more adjusted to the dark, I saw that some man had another man shoved up against the wall. At first I thought that maybe they were making out, and I was about ready to turn away and leave, but that is when I noticed a knife in one of the guys' hands. Before I was even able to shout out he brought the knife forward and stabbed the other guy in the chest.

Suddenly the murderer turned his head in my direction and that is when I realized that I had accidently shouted out loud and not in my head. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do, but as soon as the murderer moved toward me, I made a break for it. I didn't realize I had let go of Brian's arm because now he was 20 feet ahead of me so I ran as fast as I could to catch up with him. When I reached him, I grabbed his arm. "Come on Brian we have to run."

He tried to pull his arm away from me. "Ouch you're hurting me." When he couldn't get free, he started to pout. "Why do you keep hurting me… why do my exes keep hurting me?"

I ignored his pouting because I have heard it all over and over again for the past week, I swear he is like a broken record. I kept pulling him with me until I finally reached a cop car that was sitting on the side of the road.

I got to the cop car and I knocked on the window trying to get his attention. He rolled down the window. "Can I help you?"

It took a few breaths before I am able to speak. "I just… witnessed… a murder."

The officer got out of the car and walked around it until he was facing me. "I need you to take a deep breath and tell me what you said again."

I took a few more deep breaths and told him again what I saw. After I was done explaining this to him officer Kane, according to his nametag, radioed in the report and put a drunken Brian in the back seat of the car. He followed me back to the alley and once we got there I waited on the sidewalk while Kane went into the alley with his gun drawn. As I was waiting for him to investigate I started to get the feeling that I was being watched. I pushed the feeling aside thinking that I was only traumatized by the recent events but the feeling kept getting stronger.

Against my better judgment I turned around and suddenly there was a man standing right behind me, the same man who I witnessed murdering someone. I was about to shout out but he clamped his hands around my neck and pulled me into the alley behind a dumpster, it was one that sat at the entrance. He pushed me against the wall and started to choke me, I clawed at his hands trying to get him off me but he was too strong and I was slowly losing my strength. I tried looking around to see if officer Kane can see me but the guy choking me was very good at this. He had been able to hide me in the same alley as the cop but not where he could see me. I kept fighting but black spots started to form in my vision and I knew that soon I was going to pass out and die.

Just before my vision when completely black the pressure on my neck was suddenly released and I collapsed to the ground. In what little vision I had left I saw my attacker take off running to the other end of the alley. I lay their stunned while someone grabbed my arm and lifted me up. "Sir, can you hear me? Are you alright or do I need to call in for an ambulance."

I shook my head and tried to speak but it came out scratchy. "No I'm good." I coughed to clear my throat but it didn't work. My attacker did a good job in hurting me; every time I swallow it felt like I have a sore throat from a cold. I looked over at Kane. "So why did that guy take off? I wasn't dead yet."

"I came back out of the alley and saw that you weren't there. At first I thought you had taken off but then I heard some scuffling, I looked over and I happened to see some movement in the shadows. I pulled out my gun and ordered the guy to back away from you and to put his hands up but he decided to just take off instead. I would have gone after him but it looked like you needed help."

I gave him a grateful look. "Thanks for saving my life."

"No problem."

Officer Kane helped me back to the police car since I was feeling a little dizzy. He leaned me against the side of his car. "I am calling for an ambulance anyway. I think you need some medical attention." Kane pushed the talk button on his radio and called for an ambulance to come.

A few minutes later backup came and started to investigate the alley. I stood there waiting for the ambulance. My neck was really sore. Finally, the paramedics showed up and started attending to my neck. "Well it looks like you will definitely get some bruising and it will be darker and more painful tomorrow morning. Take some pain reliever when you wake up, it will help with the pain and also apply cool cloth to this area, no ice because that will be too much but that is all I can do."

I rubbed my neck. "Well it's enough. Thank you for helping me out."

I walked away from the ambulance and toward officer Kane. He was talking with another cop when I approached him. I tapped his shoulder. "So did you find anything? I forgot you went to look in the alley but with what happened I completely forgot."

Kane sighed, "Yes when I was down that alley I saw the body of a young man, it looked like he was stabbed in the chest."

"That sounds horrible; I was hoping that we could have saved him."

He sighed. "I wish we could have saved him too but right now all we can do is try to catch this bastard. So we are going to need you to come into the station so we could take some photos. We need them for evidence because the bruising is almost like a finger print so we can test it out on our suspects. We also need you to talk with a sketch artist."

I nodded my head too quickly, making my neck hurt. "Yes I will definitely come in. You can even take me in now if you want me too; I just want to get this over with."

"Well that sounds great. Do you want a ride or do you have your own car?"

"I have my own car, we can go get it anytime that you are ready."

Kane smiled. "Okay, good, we can probably leave soon. I will drive you to your car and then follow behind you, I don't want that guy to try and attack you again."

I look over to the back of Kane's police car. "What about my friend? Will someone take him home?"

"Before someone takes him home, I need to know if he happened to witness anything that happened in that alley."

I shake my head carefully. "No, he wandered ahead of me while I was trying to make out what was going on in the alley, and anyway, he is too drunk to even be a reliable witness if he did happen to see anything."

Kane nodded his head. "Well it looks like they are almost done over there. I will find someone to take him home, I just need an address."

I pulled out the receipt from the bar I was at earlier and wrote down the address using Kane's pen. I handed it to him and opened the car door while Kane went to find someone to take Brian home. Brian looked over at me and gave me a goofy smile. "Hey Sonny, buddy!Where did you go? I couldn't find you. I was getting kinda lonely"

I laugh as I helped pull him out of the backseat. "Well now you found me but now it's time to go with this nice officer. He is going to take you home."

Brian looked at me with confusion on his face. "Really, buddy? Why can't I go with you?"

I pat his shoulder. "I have to go somewhere and I can't take you home."

He looked like he was thinking it over. Afterwards, he nodded his head as if he agreed. "Cool buddy, that officer seems really niiice. Maybe I'll get some forget-about-the-boyfriend action; or maybe not."

I try not to laugh as Brian walks away with the officer holding onto his arm to keep him for falling over or walking in a different direction. Brian was so funny when he was drunk.

Once Kane gave the signal it was ready to leave I get into his car so he could take me to my car.

**To be continued**

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