Okay, I figured I'd update with the new chapter today itself but looks like mom has other ideas =.=

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I have had a major brain flash for this story! And since I'm on break, I'm going to be able to write a lot more! Anyway, this story is going to be really sad.

Anyway, one thing that I am going to tell you right off the bat.

I am not writing this story to make fun of people who are vitiams of rape.

I have meet so many people from it, and some of my family has gone through it. The babies that we foster are results, and the mothers love them, but the emotional wounds just make them know that their children are better off with a better parent.

With that off my chest, this is the next chapter.

And in this, I am going to have some anger, some other stuff too. I think that this story is going to be told mostly from Justin's POV.

Do not own Wizards of Waverly Place. I do however, own the plotline! I know that Disney would never have this on the show.


Justin's POV (I JUST SAID IT!)

It was now Sunday. Dean's family was having his funeral now.

Alex came out to breakfast in a long, black dress and black flats. Her hair fell into her face, barely brushed. Around her neck was a locket, the one that Dean had given her for her birthday.

"I'm so sorry honey." Mom said. She reached out to brush her hair away from her face, but Alex flinched away. She still didn't like anyone but me touching her.

Her cell phone rang, from where it was on the counter. Harper's name, along with a picture of her, flashed across the screen. Alex picked it up, looked at it deadpanned, and then hit the Send button.

"Hey Harper." she said lifelessly.

"Yeah, I'll meet you at...at the funeral." Alex hung up the phone. She let it clatter to the floor as her hands went up to her face, her shoulders trembling. She turned and bolted out of the room, sobbing.

Dad made to go follow her, but Max beat him. He sprinted after her. I let my head fall into my palms.

The reality of the situation ran through my mind. Dean was dead...gone forever. He was had died trying to protect Alex.

Max came out, and Alex was behind him, her eyes red. She grabbed her black jacket and went out the door without looking at us.

I sighed. I picked up my jacket and went after her.


When we got to the funeral, Alex sat in the back. She didn't go up for the viewing. I couldn't do it either.

Dean's parents were sobbing. His little sister, Diamond, was crying too. Even though she was only 7 years old, she knew that her brother was gone forever.

Alex walked up the podium to say a few words.

"Dean was my boyfriend for a couple of months...and even then I could see that he was the person that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He was so sweet and gentle...he respected me, my need to do some things by myself. I loved him." her voice choked up, but she kept going.

"I loved him so much. And we're all going to miss him."

She was walking down the isle, when she stopped dead. Dean's mother had gotten up, her eyes mad with greif.

"How dare you say those things about our son! You NEVER ment anything to him! YOU KILLED HIM!"

Alex stared at her with wide eyes, mouthing wordlessly. Her eyes died even more.

Mom got up and got right into her face.

"How DARE you blame my daughter! If you want to blame anyone, blame the, the, the BASTARDS that did that! My daughter was raped! So shut your mouth before I shut it for you."

I looked at Mom wordlessly. Alex had collapsed to the ground again, and Max and I rushed to her side.

We dragged her out and Dad dragged Mom out. Dean's mother mouthed foul words, words that I knew cut Alex to the core.

When we got home, Alex didn't look at anyone. She just kicked off her shoes and went into her room, slamming the door shut behind her. Mom and Dad went down to the shop, where Mom was ranting angrily. Max went out to the patio.

I made Alex a sandwich, and got her a soda too.

I knocked on the door, using magic to hold the tray up. "Alex, it's me. Can I come in?" I asked.

She sniffled, which I took as a yes. I walked in, the tray floating behind me.

Alex was sitting on her bed, a box of tissues by her side. She had a half eaten case of Cookie Dough ice cream next to her, a spoon sticking out of it. I sat down next to her, and she took the food gratefully.

While she was eating, I smoothed her hair back. I put the ice cream back in the mini fridge that was in her room, and got her a new box of tissues.

"Justin, Dean's mother was right...I was the one who killed him." She whimpered, her voice cracking on Dean's name.

"Alex..." I said. But she held up a hand, cutting me off.

"Don't deny it, because it's true Justin..."

I had reached my limit. I had to say what needed to be said, even though I knew it would hurt her.

"He wasn't the one who raped you Alex."

She jerked back from me. Her eyes went dead again. She grabbed her wand and pointed at me.

"Don't. Mention. That. Ever. Again."

I ignored the wand that was being pointed at me and walked to her.

I wrapped my arms around her, whispering, "I'm sorry." all the while.

Alex cried.

I sighed. This event, which happened in one night, will affect my family forever.

Well, this chapter was long overdue...

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