Jett stormed into his brother's office and slammed the door shut causing the older man to look completely shocked. He sighed with relief when he saw his baby brother, but that same look of shock returned when he saw how angry Jett looked.

"What's up, little bro?" Derek asked as he leaned back in his office chair.

"You're a fucking monster…" Jett said and Derek looked confused.

"What? Did the photo shoot go sour? Who do I have to chastise this time?" Derek said in a bored tone. He was used to his brother blaming him for things when it didn't go his way. Then again, Derek did the same thing to his assistants.

"Fuck the photo shoot. I know what happened…I know what you did." Jett said and Derek looked even more confused. "Rachel Reynolds. That name sound familiar?"

"Should it?" Derek said as he stood up from his desk and walked over to the mini-bar set up in his office. "Here, have a drink with me." he said as he poured a glass of scotch into a glass and handed it to Jett.

"Yeah, it should." Jett said as he set the glass down on the desk. "Her sister, Carmen, thinks it's important. She told me what happened. She told me you raped her sister, Rachel."

"And you believed her? Look, bro, you have millions of fans, but you also have that same number of enemies and jealous people that will say shit to fuck you over."

"She's not one of them…and I believe her. I need to hear it from you. Did you rape Rachel?" Jett asked and Derek let out a sigh.

"I don't even remember even knowing a girl named Rachel…" he said and Jett knew he was lying. "Look, whatever this chick said…"

"Don't! Don't do this shit! Don't lie to me, Derek! I saw you when I mentioned Rachel. You flinched. You can't pretend to not know her."

"Well, I don't know her. I'm not the type to fuck and remember them, okay?" Derek said and Jett looked at his brother as if he was a stranger.

"You're lying to me. Don't lie to me. I saw you flinch when I said her name. I saw the look in your eyes. Something happened and you know it."

"You're believing some shit some girl said to you over your own brother? Come on, be honest with me…how hot is she?"

"Answer me, Derek, or I swear I will find another agent." Jett threatened and Derek stared at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"You'd walk away from me? I made you, little bro! I made your fucking career. You wouldn't be the most sought after actor if it wasn't for me! Your publicist? She doesn't do shit for you! I do it! I do everything for you!"

"Then, tell me the truth! Did you rape Rachel Reynolds?" Jett asked as his brother let out a big sigh before draining his glass. He sat down behind his desk and stared up at Jett.

"I did a few lines of coke that night and…I don't know what happened to me. I mean, I didn't even remember her name until she found me and confronted me two days later. I mean, I just thought we fucked and I was bad in the sack or some shit like that. When, she said I raped her…I got angry. I thought she was lying and had her thrown out of the building. She was flirting with me the whole night, I thought she wanted it."

"Fuck…" Jett said as he sat in one of the chairs in front of his brother's desk. He couldn't believe what his brother had done. He felt the sting of knowing your role model, the person you looked up to, could fuck up like this.

"She came at me again, and we came to a settlement. She needed the money, I could tell. All of her student loans were taken care of because of me. Look, I'm not proud of this, but I do some pretty fucked up shit when I'm high. But, I never thought I was capable of…that."

"Why did you pay her off? Why couldn't you just accept what you did to her and go to jail or something? Did you even apologize?"

"Grow up, Jett. You think that bitch would accept my apology? I mean, how do I even know even raped her, anyway. She could be just making this up."

"How could you say that? You just admitted that you did rape her!" Jett said as he banged his hands on the desk as he rose up.

"I didn't admit it! You wanted me to admit it. I'm just saying that it might have happened, but I don't know for sure. And you know what…I don't care to know. She took the money, deal is done. I'm not talking about this shit anymore."

"Fine…" Jett said as he grabbed the glass and downed the liquid before rushing out of the office. He needed to get away from his brother.

Jett could feel the buzz from his scotch as he walked down the halls of the Palm Woods searching for Carmen. He didn't know what floor she was on or what room, but he knew he had to find her. His world was crashing and falling apart. He no longer felt like the actor everyone loved. He felt lower than low.

Giving up, he went to his apartment and opened a bottle of scotch, the same brand as the bottle in Derek's office, and poured a glass. He sat on his couch and downed the drink. Normally, this would be his me time in which his would turn on some music, watch clips of himself, and check his stocks. All he could think about was what Derek said. If he raped Rachel, then why did she accept the money? It didn't make sense. There had to be more to the story…somebody was lying and he wanted to know who. He poured another drink. This didn't make sense to him, so he figured he would have a cloudy head to try to make it make sense. After downing his fourth glass of scotch, he set the glass down.

Suddenly, he overheard Carmen talking to Guitar Dude outside and he bolted from his couch and saw Carmen standing outside. He grabbed his keys and left his apartment and spotted her alone. She looked like she had just come from a concert.

"Carmen…" Jett slurred and when she noticed this, she rolled her eyes. "I need to talk to you…" he said as he stumbled towards her.

"Dude, are you drunk?! Seriously?! I'm not talking to you in this state…" she said as she turned to walk away from him and he stopped her. "What the fuck?"

"Derek said he paid her off. If she was raped, why did she take the money?" he said and Carmen shrugged out of his hold and stared at him like she was crazy.

"Are you fucking serious?! He paid her off?! Oh, hell no…come with me…" she said as she dragged him inside and on the elevator. She was going to tell him off, then, but there were other people in the elevator. Once they were on her floor, she opened her apartment and dragged him inside. "What lie did he tell you? I know it's a lie!"

"He said she settled with him and he paid her. She took the money…" Jett said as he flopped down on her couch and she glared at him. He was really feeling the effects of the alcohol he drank. "Why would she accept the pay off if he raped her?"

"There was no fucking pay off! He threatened her saying she'd never get an audition if she thought about telling anybody. When she threatened to go to the police, he threatened to ruin her career in the process. He basically blackballed her and she couldn't get any acting gig. That's why she's a real estate agent, now! Your brother lied to you…again!"