The plot thickens…YAY.

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Shannon Moore hated Phil Brooks with all of his body.

But he'd never let anyone know but God, if he could… Phil was now in his room, after dinner, and he slipped in beside him, biting into Shannon's ear and Shannon pushed him off. Phil grinned. "Remember…I get to do whatever I want," Phil grabbed Shannon's waistband and looked down at his jeans. "I want you to pretend that you're the one who wants me…bad."

"You want me to pretend as if you're some God?" Shannon snapped at him, and then Phil nodded his head, smirking, knowing that he had his way with Shannon and to that, Shannon shut the door and knelt down beside Phil, slipping out of his jeans and Phil's hand snaked around Shannon's waist as he bit at the smooth, silky flesh near Shannon's thigh. Shannon wanted nothing more than to push him away. He didn't know what that would do to his baby.

Shannon bit down his lower lip. "Stop."

"No, Shan, didn't I tell you to pretend that you want me?" Phil said, biting down at the flesh again.

Shannon nodded and tried to pull all of his thoughts away, he thought of things that made him happy but they only made him sadder. Thinking about skateboarding made him want to burst into tears because he won't be able to play right—it wasn't a fair game, he knew tricks but he was too scared that it'll hurt his baby and then came Jeff and Matt, who would never believe that he was pregnant now…so he bit down his lip and looked down at Phil. "I want you." Shannon said, in the fakest voice ever. "I want you so bad, Philly…" his voice was shaking and he was trembling.

Phil bit at Shannon's leg and looked at him, 'say it right."

"I want you." Shannon repeated, his voice seemed as tortured as his soul was and that was when Shannon felt a sharp pain and he looked down to see Phil digging a pocketknife into his thigh, blood seeping through and Shannon was hyperventilating, looking at him, trying to make his voice as seductive as possible. "Oh, I want you, baby…"

Phil nodded. "That's more like it."

Shannon needed to concentrate on this, needed to concentrate on how he sounded like, to Phil and to himself, and he looked down as Phil started biting and damaging the flesh of his before Phil jumped on top of Shannon, pinning him to the bed and Phil stared at Shannon's body for a moment, ripping the clothing with his teeth and biting down at the flesh, as hard as he could've, and he stood up, walking towards the table where a glass bottle of Mountain Dew was left on the table.

Phil smirked, smashing the bottle to pieces and grabbing onto a huge glassy piece before digging it into Shannon's thigh. Shannon could feel his body's urge to tremble and he did shiver at the pain, and he bit down his lower lip, trying to keep himself stable as he continued, 'ohh…baby, I love it! I want more…rougher…"

Phil nodded and then pushed the glassy piece all the way through his flesh, before saying a soft 'oops' but he wasn't sorry at all. He pushed his finger into the mess to try and get the piece out and all that Shannon could've felt with a searing type of pain digging through him, clawing and maiming him…attacking his body as the nausea overtook him. Just as Phil got the glass out, he brought another huge piece of glass and carved it around Shannon's leg, the sweet blood seeping through and Phil's tongue lapped away at it, writing a name on Shannon…and the second that Shannon looked at it, he let out a gasp.

Phil was writing Jeff's name on the flesh.

He was trying to frame Jeff for the blood, the scar that is going to form on it…the pulsing blood of the name 'Jeffery Nero Hardy'…

Shannon wanted to grab onto something but he couldn't. He wanted to throw up, badly and he tried to pull himself into pieces.

"Shannon? Are you in there?"

Phil pushed the piece of glass into Shannon's hand and Phil let out a scream, 'no, Shanny, don't!"

"Shannon?"

Phil smirked before pushing the door open, letting Caroline walk in and let out a scream. Shannon looked up at his mother, tears cascading down her face and it made him want to hold back his own tears as Caroline ran towards him, embracing him tightly. Phil just looked down. "I tried to stop him…he's my baby…" Phil walked towards Shannon and stroked Shannon's hair 'lovingly'. "But he couldn't be stopped…I'm sorry…"

"There's blood on you."

"…yeah, I tried to tear the glass away from it but he wouldn't have that."

Caroline just stared down at Shannon. "Baby, you're beautiful."

Phil shot him a glare and Shannon just stared down at the bed. "I'm hideous." Shannon said, trying to make it sound real. "I'm so fucking ugly…" then he could feel a bang of pain as he looked over at the mirror across the room and he really did feel horrible at the moment, he could see all the faults in him, every flaw carved in front of him but he shook his head.

Caroline stroked Shannon's hair. "And…" her eyes went to where Jeff's name was carved. "Oh My God."

Phil smirked, raising an eyebrow at Shannon. "Tell him, Shanny. That you love…him more than you've ever loved me." Phil looked like he was going to cry at the moment and Shannon wanted to slap him, as if that could bring back the smirk that was on his face a few moments ago, 'that you've always loved him first and then me second…I don't think you should take care of the baby, Shannon. No. Not after you've gone through all these problems."

"I think that's the case." Caroline stated, looking at Shannon. "Shanny, baby, if you don't clean your act up, I'm going to have to give the baby over to Phil."

Shannon's eyes were now filled with tears. It wasn't fair. Phil hurt him. Phil did this and Shannon was feeling all the agony of this, all the desolation and distress burning into the deepest vein into his heart…all because of Philip Jack Brooks, who was going to take this child that was forming into him and then, Shannon thought of what would happen to the baby—Shannon would throw away everything, everything in the whole wide world, just to raise this baby right. Shannon knew right then, how much he adorned this child, this child of a rapist, this child…this child that seemed to give him so much trouble…

Shannon loved him.

AngelOfAvalon

The next day, Shannon had to go back to school.

Mike, upon hearing of yesterday's events, was looking through Shannon's locker and backpack for anything he could harm himself with, even the simplest things, like the tip of a pencil made Mike worry but Shannon assured Mike, that since they had the same classes, nothing was going to happen. Mike watched as Jeff and Matt walked towards Shannon, who was now feeling too nauseous to even be there but he had to cope with it. He'd be feeling it for the next nine months.

"Shanny!" Jeff exclaimed, embracing him tightly as Shannon just stared down at the floor, trying to forget about the nausea more than anything and Jeff's lips turned from the sweetest of smiles to a frown, as he realized Shannon's clearly depressed face. "…Shannon, what's wrong?"

Shannon shot a look over at Mike, who spoke out for him. "Shanny and I had a rough night yesterday." Mike wrapped his arms around Shannon and kissed his cheek. "I do love him after all…but he doesn't realize that."

Shannon was horrified. Mike pretended to be together with him in front of Matt and Jeff? They didn't even know he was gay…so in school, Mike and Shannon were together…and in home, Phil and Shannon pretended to be together and Mike and his parents all thought that Shannon had a thing for Jeff…his head was spinning now with the thoughts. "Love him?" Matt burst out into laughter. "Okay, Mike…you're his cousin? Brother?"

Shannon felt Mike spinning him and pressing him towards the lockers, Mike's lips covering with Shannon's as Shannon felt Mike's tongue entangle with his own. Shannon was shocked. Mike and John seemed so…in love and now, Mike was kissing him? In front of Jeff and Matt? Mike pulled apart to face a shocked Jeff and Matt.

"Shanny? Are you…gay?" Jeff asked, and Shannon just stared at Mike who was holding him, trying to protect him.

"…yes." Shannon said, that was the most truth that he'd said in a long time and it felt so good…Mike's hands wrapped around Shannon's waist as Mike pulled Shannon away before pulling him into a closet and shutting the door, snapping it shut. "You…" Mike started, blinking. "You aren't together with Phil."

"…how—?"

Mike shook his head. "I know. I know when two people like each other and when they don't and I checked around…Phil's your enemy. What did he do? Rape you? Huh, baby?" Mike's hand ran across Shannon's stomach.

"Baby?" Shannon choked out. "Mike…what in hell's name is going on?"

"He raped you." Mike bit down his lower lip. "I saw the entire thing. I know that he raped you. I know that he pretended that you hated your body…and I know that he wants nothing to do with you. I know that you're the most beautiful thing I've seen in my life. I've been stalking you since I was ten, Shannon. You just never noticed. I know you. I know that you're gay…and I've been pretending to be in love with John Cena—but now, you're mine." Mike said the last part with such certainty in his voice. "I can tell everyone everything, Shanny. I know all your secrets. I know about the first drink you've had…the nights you told everyone you were out, when you used up all that time getting high and drinking—"

"Stop! Fine!" Shannon exclaimed, breathing heavily as Mike kissed Shannon's neck before kissing his lips.

"I didn't want it to be this way…" Mike said, his hand going to Shannon's jeans as he unzipped them and let them drop towards the floor, Mike's hand running across Shannon's waistband as he pulled Shannon's underwear down as well. Mike stripped out of his own clothing, not caring about the sound of the bell ringing. Mike shoved himself inside of Shannon, feeling the glorious feel of Shannon, just Shannon and Mike, nobody else to interrupt them…Mike grinned, just feeling Shannon. "…I wanted you to love me."

Shannon just stared up at the ceiling.

"Tell me you love me." Mike snapped, biting at Shannon's flesh.

"I love you." Shannon's arms went around Mike's neck, remembering the torture that Phil had given him yesterday for not being cooperative and he started kissing Mike's neck, feeling the pure feel of Mike and every moment, Shannon felt like dying. He wanted to. He was nothing but a tool for sex now.

First Phil…now, Mike…and what next?

And what about John? What about the baby? What about Jeff and Matt? Mike pulled his lips away from Shannon's lips and stared at his body. "God…I can't believe this beautiful little body will be huge…pregnant." Mike said the last word as if it was a disease. "Get rid of it! I don't want his baby in you…no, it should be mine."

Shannon looked over at him, tears threatening to spill as he nodded his head. For a moment, Mike was the scariest person alive. "…o-okay…" there was this type of hunger, this type of lust, this type of dark, twisted love into Mike's eyes…that made Shannon want to cry…

Then he heard the sound of the door opening and there, Phil stood. Phil's eyes hardened. "Mizanin…"

"Brooks…"

Both of them stared at each other before Phil smirked. Phil shut the door behind him and put a chair in front of it, sitting on it. "…so, Mizanin, what are you doing with the mother of my child?"

"…he's mine. You know how much I want him. You can have Cena. You've always wanted John." Mike's lower lip was trembling.

"And the baby…? You forgot that." Phil snapped.

"Abortion!" Mike exclaimed. "I don't want him to have your fucking baby. I don't want the love of my life to be tainted with this hideous baby of yours."

Phil walked over to Shannon and looked over at him. "No." Phil said, with determination. "Him and I had a deal and I love watching him squirm…no, he's keeping the baby and Mizanin, if you want him so bad, you have to find another way to get rid of this baby…but if the baby's with him, then yeah, I'm with him as well. You don't wanna mess with me, you jackass."

"You don't even like Shannon." Mike snapped. "You've hated him your entire life."

"…and this is why I don't wanna step out of it. Shannon is out for my skateboarding league and if I let him take out the baby, who knows how long it is until he gets pregnant again? Weeks? Months? But I know he's better than me and I won't let him win. No. Fuck that. As long as he has my baby now, it's torturing him knowing that I'm gonna win…no, this is the weakness I want from him. I'm not letting you fucking let him abort." Phil snarled under his breath, stroking Shannon's arm. "This is my shot and I am going to win with Shannon Moore out of the way."

Shannon's eyes were now sparkling with tears. "…all this for a shot at the finals? Phil…" Shannon was crying now, too hard for words. "…you're both torturing me! Leave me the hell alone!"

"…oh, hormones." Phil realized then slapped Shannon up, making him stand upright. Shannon instantly stopped crying, now scared around Phil's presence. "Oh, you know what I wanna do to you right now? You do anything that this bastard says and you know what? I'm not gonna take my chances. If I catch you with Michael Mizanin again, I swear, Shannon Moore, that I won't only let you do the abortion, I'd do it…with my hands."

Shannon knew that Phil was serious. "And…" Phil stepped in front of Shannon's face. "It won't be pleasant."

Shannon nodded his head as he wore his clothes and then stepped out of the closet, running towards his class, already late and looking over at the class. "Can…can I go to the bathroom? I-"

He needed to throw up so bad.

"…you're late to my class and you're asking me if you can go to the bathroom?" the Math teacher retorted, making the whole class laugh at Shannon's stupidity. Shannon just dropped his bag and ran out of the class, not bothering to hear a 'yes' or 'no' anymore…as he slipped inside of the bathroom, and ran into a stall, shutting it before kneeling down the toilet and throwing him as violently as he could've…tears streaming down his face. Badly. He spent the entire two classes in there, just throwing up the little food he'd eaten…his body shaking and his head spinning.

Before the end of the second period, Shannon returned to the Math class, looking as pale as Hell and shaking, kneeling down to get his backpack. "Moore, you're—"her eyes went to Shannon's face. He'd never felt so sick in his life and it showed in his face what kind of Hell he was going through. "…someone take him to the nurse."

Jeff stood up and walked towards his friend before Mike could even take another breath, as Jeff helped Shannon stand up. Jeff just couldn't understand. Shannon seemed so fine this morning…how did he get so sick? And yesterday, Shannon was acting kind of strange as Jeff took him over towards the nurse, in the middle of the hallway, Shannon vomited all over his clothing, making him curse underneath his breath. Jeff helped him towards the nurse but she was absent. He still made him sit down and looked through his bag, having a second pair of clothing for emergencies. Jeff only hoped that his clothes would fit his short friend.

Jeff helped Shannon take off his tee, and then just as he was about to pull Shannon's pants off, Shannon shook his head. "Don't." Shannon was begging now.

Jeff shook his head. "You can't do it. You're too vulnerable. Don't worry, Shanny. I'm straight. I won't do anything…" Jeff forcefully but gently pulled the pants down and slipped it off then his eyes caught exactly what Shannon wanted to hide…the fresh cut that had Jeff's name on it…

Jeff's eyes widened. "Oh…Shan…" Jeff was dazed now. "Sorry, Shan…I'm not…"

"I can explain!" Shannon exclaimed. "It was…I…I was…I was asleep. I didn't know what happened. I just woke up and this was carved in."

Jeff shook his head. "You had a dream of me?"

"It was a nightmare." Shannon rambled on, trying to get something out of it. "A sort of horrible nightmare of you being stabbed by this guy and I just woke up…with this…and…God, I feel so tired."

Jeff, who was training to be in the medical field, pulled out a white bottle from his bag and gave it to Shannon. "Look, Matt had a bit of sleepwalking problems before…and this helped him. They're sleeping pills."

Shannon nodded.

"Take one before you sleep and all will be fine."

Shannon wanted to tell him everything right then as he stashed the bottle into his bag but he couldn't. He wanted to tell him about all the secrets he'd kept before, he wanted to tell him about the rape, about Mike's obsession, about everything but instead, he just slipped into the clothes, physically there, but mentally, he was in this tortured space of pain…where agony just controlled his every thought…

Aww…XD.

…I now that Kimber is probably screaming at meh right now but hey…you know who I am. XP.

X Sam.