Koutai: For those asking me how I could be so evil, it is easy and kinda fun. For those begging for a happy ending…I have no idea what those to words mean when together in that way. Lol.

I HAVE NEVER, DO NOT AND WILL NEVER OWN JONAS!!!!!

NICK'S POV

"I want someone to love me
For who I am
I want someone to need me
Is that so bad?
I wanna break all the madness
But it's all I have
I want someone to love me
For who I am"

I put my head in my hands and let my tears fall. A tentative hand came to rest on my shoulder and a soft voice reached my ears.

"I will always love and need you Nick. You are my best friends and I accept who you are. Your brothers will not stop me, not even by beating me to the ground."

MACY'S POV

I was meaning to call Nick, but I thought about how much trouble that could get him in, and I opted out texting as well. I did not want to be the one that caused his brothers to get angry. So, I took a walk in the park, trying to figure out what to do when I heard his angelic and broken singing voice. He sang a song I secretly watched him write, and it broke my heart just as badly as it did then when I realized why he was singing it.

I walked up to him and sat next to him, hesitantly putting my hand on his shaking shoulder. "I will always love and need you Nick. You are my best friends and I accept who you are. Your brothers will not stop me, not even by beating me to the ground."

He looked up at me, his brown eyes still wet but full of gratefulness and thanks. I hugged him, without fainting, and I felt his arms come loosely around me, like he was unsure what to do. I hated Joe and Kevin with all of my heart for doing this to their own brother and next time I saw them, I would 'accidently' hit them with my hockey stick in a place that would make them sing an octave higher. No one hurts Macy Misa's friends and gets away with it!

"Thanks Mace." He whisper pulling back and looking me directly in the eye. "What did they do to you at school?"

I looked away and rubbed my hurt arm and I felt Nick's gentle touch around my wrist. He pulled my shirt sleeve up and I barley held down a wince. I chanced a glance to him and saw his eyes were filled with rage and he was pale with anger. I looked down at my arm and saw the closed and long cut that ran from my wrist to my elbow. I saw Joe and Kevin walking up to me in my mind's eye, a knife in Kevin's hand and Joe pushing me against the wall, threatening me to stay away from his brother.

"It's nothing. I bet you have worse." I said, pulling my arm away. Nick averted his gaze to the dying flowers across from us, pulling down both of his sleeves. Suddenly, I had to know what his so called brothers were doing to him.

"Can I see?" I asked quietly, unsure how Nick would react. He had come most of his life without anyone caring about him, or even looking hard enough at him to see the dead and tortured soul behind his brown eyes. I did not know how my caring would affect him. Eventually he nodded and pushed back one sleeve, showing his arm to me without looking at me.

I gasped quietly. His whole arm was covered in purple, yellow and blue bruise with the occasional scar running across it. There was less than an inch of normal skin coloring on his poor pale arm and I found the anger and worry grow in my heart as I thought that this damage could be all over Nick's body, hidden by the clothes Stella designed.

I gently traced a long scar that encircled his arm before I pulled down his sleeve, nauseated by what I had just seen. It was almost unreal, and yet, my best friend suffered from it.

"Nick, I'm so sorry. If I knew it was this bad I would have told someone, done something! Why didn't you do anything about it?"

He clasped his hands, looking uncomfortable with the question. "Because, as horrible as my life is, I love to live."

I sat, letting the hidden meaning of his word sink in. Wait, Joe and Kevin threatened to kill him if he did something about it? Those two better rot in heck when I am done with them!

"So, why are you here Nick?" I asked, meaning why he sat in the park, and not why he still lived with Joe and Kevin. I refuse to call them his brothers after I saw what they did to Nick, what they are doing to him.

He sighed, his voice controlled though his eyes held a storm of mixed emotions; confusion and sadness being the main two. "Stella broke up with Joe when they had her watch what they do to me. I have no want to be home when Joe is angry. That is how I got the scar that encircled my arm. Joe had an Exacto knife and Kevin had to pull him off of me to stop him from killing me."

I watched him look to the sky, tears falling now from both of our eyes. How could one so nice and gentle and sensitive be so abused and broken by his own family? My phone rang, Stella was calling. Nick nodded to me, as if to tell me to answer it, so I did, walking a few feet away, turning my back.

NICK'S POV

I watched Macy talk to Stella but averted my gaze when another girl walked pass her and sat next to me, tying her shoe. Her long raven black hair covered her pale face. She was dressed simply, black skinny jeans and a red and black striped shirt with a long and golden skull necklace. She looked up at me, her silver eyes shining with knowledge and dark experiences.

"I'm Raven. I overheard you both and saw everything." She pulled off her gold jacket and exposed her own scarred arm and bruises. "If you need somewhere to stay and a family, just call me and I'll come. Emergencies only." She got up, dropping a small whistle in the shape of a raven on my lap before jogging off.

I watched her retreating form, confused and pocketed the whistle. Why did her face seem so familiar?

"Nick, I got to go. Stella is in hysterics and I have to calm her down. I'll talk to you later, I promise." Her brown eyes shone with her regret for leaving me, but I just smiled at her and nodded, finally remembering why Raven's face seemed so familiar. Macy ran off and I sat, closing my eyes.

Flashback

"Out" I simply replied. Joe grabbed my shoulder.

"Fine, but take a goodbye gift." He punched me in the stomach and I doubled over, pain on my face as I gasped for breath. Joe walked away, uncaring and Kevin gave him a high five as I walked out the door.

I loved taking night time walks. And this time, maybe that gang would find me and end my miserable existence of a life. But as I thought about it more, I realized even though my life is crap, I do not want to die. I want to make my own future without Joe and Kevin messing up my life, and maybe, laugh about my success in their faces when I am gone.

I turned to the park and I saw the silhouette of a girl with long hair sitting in a tree with a walkie talkie in her pale hand. Her eyes shone brightly but her face was blocked by a black mask that had feathers attached to the side.

Fear clenched around my heart as I sank into the shadows, realizing this girl was a part of that gang called The Fallen. But it didn't work. Her head turned towards me and she flashed me a brilliant smile and winked before jumping down from the tree, putting her fingers to her lips, and then running away.

End

There was no doubt in my mind that Raven was that girl from last night. But I did not know whether to be afraid of her because of her gang, or to be grateful to her for helping me. But would this whistle really help, or would it lead me into a trap?

I shook my head in confusion and slowly made my way back home, for it had started to rain and I had no intentions of catching a cold.

I pushed opened the door to the firehouse and all was quiet. For a moment, I hoped that Joe was out, or asleep, or over his anger. But no, as soon as I walked into the kitchen, he was sitting on the counter, murder in his eyes and his hands shook. In them, was the same knife that he used to carve a pretty swirl on my arm.

"This time Nicholas, Kevin isn't home to save you. It is just you and me. You will pay for what you did to Stella!" His voice shook with unstable rage and heartbreak. I snapped, not caring for my safety right now. I finally let out all of my 17 years of bottled up anger at this boy I had enough heart to still call my brother.

"So it is my fault you started hitting me? My fault that you made Stella watch? MY FAULT THAT YOU ARE A HEARTLESS A-HOLE AND YOUR GIRLFRIEND FINALLY SAW IT TOO?!?!" Joe's face changed to surprise as I yelled back at him, but anger still stalked in his eyes and mine still exploded from my heart.

I lowered my voice but it still shook with cold fury and my own heartbreak. "I have taken your crap all of my life Joseph and I am not about to take it again! You may have broken my body, but my mind and soul remain whole. I do not even know why I still call you a brother, because we both know you don't deserve that title."

Joe starred at me, a look of pure shock on his face. But the shock faded back to his old anger and my rage left and was replaced with fear. I may have gone too far…

Joe lunged at me, knife in hand, but I moved away at the last second, causing him the stab with wall instead of my face. He tried again, and this time I wasn't so lucky. He got my shoulder and dragged it down to my elbow, but before he could push it in farther that the millimeter he already had, I pulled away, screaming slightly from the pain. The door...

I ran to it, knowing Joe was right behind me and threw it open, running at top speed into the pouring cold rain. Joe yelled with anger and his footsteps sounded behind me, I looked back and saw he held another knife, preparing to throw it. I ducked and it soared over my head and embedded itself in our trash can.

My hand hit my jacket pocket and a small lump was felt. The whistle! I pulled it out and blew, not breaking my stride as I ran in the park. It sounded high pitched, loud and clear, like a lone raven's cry. Nothing happened.

I ran and ran, my legs pumping as I blew it again. I turned to see how far Joe was behind me, and saw he wasn't there. Then, I ran into a soft body, who threw me to the ground.

Joe stood over me, soaked to the bone, his eyes menacing and insane.

"Joe, stop." I begged, but he did not. He aimed the knife to my chest and his arm pushed down with dead accuracy.

Koutai: Yeah…Raven is based off my friend, with a few modifications of course. Don't kill me for this cliffhanger…Until next update!