Just a last warning… the following portion of the story will contain a high level of violence and topics some readers may not feel comfortable with. If you have an issue with that, you should stop following the story now.

6:30PM…

After Wyatt finally got everyone else tied up, he threw all of their bodies onto the couches in the living room.

Stef, Lena, and Jude on one.

Jesus, Brandon, and Mariana on another.

He tied up Mike and Timothy as well, but kept them in the small closet by the front door, just incase they suddenly woke up.

In Wyatt's mind, Mike and Timothy weren't involved in any of this. Neither were any of the other kids, but Wyatt knew that threatening the others would cause for Callie to listen to him. She had to hear him out. And if that meant torturing the rest of her family for that to happen, that was something he was willing to do.

By the time Wyatt was all finished tying up every living person in the house, he was completely exhausted, understandably. He began walking over to the kitchen to grab the 6 pack of beer from the fridge that he spotted during dinner. After he grabs it, he quickly returns to the living room to check if anyone had woken up yet.

They hadn't.

He turns on the television and lays the 6 pack of beer onto the coffee table, loosening one of the cans from it and sitting down for a while to catch his breath. He had hoped to get a few minutes of relaxation, before he continued with what he came here to do. But within seconds of sitting down, he sees Brandon fidgeting on one of the couches next to Mariana. He wasn't quite awake yet, but he was trying to open his eyes and move his body with the little strength that the drug allowed.

Wyatt chugs the rest of his beer, as he watches Brandon open his eyes completely. He smiles, as he crushes the can and throws it at Brandon's face, hitting him on the middle of his forehead, causing Wyatt to laugh, "Wake up already, bro. It's your birthday, remember?"

Brandon's eyes finally meet Wyatt, who had already walked over and lifted Brandon up, so that he was sitting upright. Brandon kept opening and closing his eyes as if he would suddenly open them and see something completely different than what he was actually seeing.

"Are you okay?" Wyatt asks sarcastically as he walks back toward the coffee table and loosens another can of beer from the pack, and opens it. He takes a large swig from the can and makes sure to sit directly in front of Brandon on the coffee table. He wanted his face to be the first thing that the boy saw when he woke up. Brandon was finally able to glance around and spotted his entire family tied up, and asleep on the couches. Brandon tries to scream but the duct-tape covering his lips muffles the sound from exiting his mouth.

"Now that's just rude," Wyatt says flatly. "Everyone is sound asleep and you're trying to scream at the top of your lungs to cause a scene. What would your moms say about this, if they heard you?"

Brandon kept trying to scream and loosen the duct-tape over his hands and feet but it was no use. He knew he wasn't going anywhere.

"Well, this behavior is completely unacceptable, Brandon. Your moms go through all of this trouble to throw you a birthday party, Callie completely un-invites me because she's afraid of how you're going to react. And this is how you're going to behave? Talk about selfish," Wyatt says as he gulps the second beer and hurls the can at him again. This time, hitting him on the lips.

Brandon tries to say something but Wyatt doesn't understand, "I'm sorry? What was that?" he jokes as he lifts a hand to his own ear.

Muffled sounds.

"I'm sorry. I really couldn't hear you? Can you speak up please?" Wyatt says as he leans in closer.

More muffled sounds.

"You want me to take the duct-tape off, so that you can talk?"

Brandon nods his head yes.

Wyatt reaches out his hand for the duct-tape, but quickly stops and holds his index finger to Brandon's face, "One condition. If you scream, I'll cut your tongue off faster than you can blink," he answers in an angry voice. "Got it?"

Brandon reluctantly nods his head. Seconds later he feels Wyatt rip the duct-tape off of his face, making sure to take some of the skin off of his upper-lip. Brandon almost screams from the shock of the pain, but quickly holds it back, not wanting to piss Wyatt off so badly that he'd really cut out his tongue. The guy already tied his entire family up, and did something to them so that the others wouldn't wake up. There's no telling whether he would actually cut out Brandon's tongue or not. "What do you want from us?" he asks with anger evident in his voice.

"I'm not exactly sure yet…" He smiles. "Callie, for starters—"

"You already have Callie… You don't have to do all of this, to get her back."

"That's where you're wrong. You see, she's still in love with you, and I'm sick of having to sit by and watch you two... I'm there with her practically everyday, since the day that we met, and she still wants to be with you. Even when I told her to take a chance with you that day at the hospital, she still failed that test… I had to watch her walk away from me, to be with someone that doesn't even deserve her." Wyatt stands up and starts pacing the room, all the while, never taking his eyes off of Brandon. "And then, I come back all the way from Indiana, leave my Mom alone, sleep in my car, move in with someone I barely even know, who doesn't even like me by the way… just to be with her, and she still wants you instead. How do you think that makes me feel, huh?" Wyatt asks as he stops in his tracks and walks over to Brandon. His teeth are clenched and he's glaring at Brandon with piercing eyes. "HUH?" his voice becomes louder as raises his fists to punch Brandon in the mouth repeatedly. He hits him at least 6 times in the jaw, before he finally stops at the sight of blood. "I WANT YOU TO SUFFER, JUST LIKE I'VE BEEN SUFFERING! I WANT YOU TO SEE HOW IT FEELS, TO HAVE ONE PERSON RIP EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED FROM RIGHT UNDER YOUR NOSE!" He calms down for a second and leans in a little closer to Brandon and whispers, "You might've taken her from me twice, but I can guarantee you that it won't happen again."

Brandon feels the pain in his jaw, but he knows that it would eventually subside. He just couldn't understand why Wyatt felt like he had to go to such extreme measures to get his point across. After almost a minute, Brandon finally finds the courage to speak, "…What are you going to do? Kill me?"

"Oh, you wish I would make it that simple," Wyatt answers sarcastically.

"You're sick," Brandon says in disgust.

Callie starts to move around again in her sleep, and both Wyatt and Brandon turn their attention toward her. Wyatt smiles as he looks at her face. Her eyebrows are furrowing and her nose is scrunching up as if she knows that she's in some type of danger, even while she's unconscious.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" Wyatt tells Brandon.

"You leave her out of this," Brandon orders, which causes Wyatt to slap him hard in the face with the back of his hand.

"AH!" Brandon lets the sound flow out of his mouth, almost instinctively. Wyatt grabs the roll of duct-tape from the coffee table and rips out a small piece, placing it over Brandon's mouth again.

He leans in closer to Brandon, so that there's barely any distance between them. "You talk, when I tell you to talk! You breathe, when I tell you to breathe!" His voice grows angrier, "AND DON'T YOU EVER, EVER TELL ME WHAT TO DO! GOT IT?"

Brandon nods his head as he watches Wyatt grab another beer from the coffee table and open it. This time, all of the foam comes rushing up out of the can. Wyatt quickly stands up and raises the can on top of Brandon's head, so that the beer falls on his face, rather than on the floor. "Jeez, I don't want to get the floor dirty. That would be a real tragedy, now. Wouldn't it?"

Brandon doesn't make eye contact with him, and keeps his eyes on a sleeping Callie. The girl was unconsciously rubbing her face against the leather sofa and making small movements, as if she was trying to wake up again.

Wyatt continues to drink his beer as he walks over to her. She was lying on the small sofa by herself. His tense face softens, as he watches his girlfriend stir. He places one of his hands on her leg, starts to rub it, and makes shushing sounds, stopping every few seconds to take another swig of beer. "You think she's having a nightmare?" Wyatt asks Brandon, as if they were friends and he wasn't holding his entire family hostage.

Brandon just keeps glaring at Wyatt and watching fearfully as he moves his hand from Callie's leg to her thigh, and then traveling upwards…

TBC…

I have some family in town so you'll probably only get one update tomorrow. The next chapter will start to contain some of my contribution to the story.

Thoughts and ideas are always welcome.

Until next time, thanks for reading :)