His parents weren't dead? They were alive? How? What? . . . Jensen lied to him! But why? Why lie about something like this? It was . . . It was just sick! How could anybody . . .

"JARED!"

His mother's shriek snapped him back into reality, as well as almost perforating his eardrum.

"Wha- yeah, I'm here mom."

His voice was still shot with emotion. Relief, betrayal, anger. It was difficult to force words past them all.

"Oh my God! Jared! I can't believe it's you! We've been trying to get in contact with you for so long! . . ."

"Wait. Mom. Are you o.k.? Is dad o.k.?"

"What? Yes of course . . . It's me that should be asking you that. Are you o.k.? What happened? Why haven't you been in contact? Or answered your phone? . . ."

"Well, after the accident . . ."

"Accident? What accident? Oh my God! Jared! Are you hurt? . . ."

"You didn't know? Stupid question, of course you didn't . . ."

"Know what? Jared, what happened?"

"There was an accident momma. . . a car accident . . . I was in a coma for a while. But I'm fine now, I'm safe. . . or at least I thought I was, now I'm not so sure. . ."

"A car accident? Why didn't we know? Why didn't anyone tell us? Oh, my baby! I could've lost you and I never would've known!"

"Mom, there's more . . ."

"How much more? Is there something else wrong?"

"You could say that . . . mom, after the accident, I had some head trauma and now I can't remember anything that's happened the past three years . . ."

"You have amnesia? Oh, honey I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you. You must've been so scared, all alone without . . ."

The absolute love and pain in her voice made Jared's heart break. How could Jensen make him believe he'd lost this? Make his momma think the same thing? What kind of freak would do that? It made him sick to think that the man he had spent the last two weeks with, the man he had willingly given his body to was responsible for the hurt in his mother's voice.

"It's o.k. momma. Really. Up until recently, I figured that was the biggest thing I had to worry about. Turns out I was wrong."

"What do you mean honey? Sweetie tell me where you are and I'll come get you o.k.? All your friends miss you, and your father's been in pieces . . . honey? . . . Jared? Can you hear me? . . ."

But Jared wasn't listening. His mind was racing as he stared up towards the attic. Jensen had lied to him. He'd hurt him so much. Made him believe . . . If he was capable of lying about that, then what else was he hiding? Damn it! Why didn't he just listen to his instincts in the first place? He never should've trusted Jensen. He never should've let him take him home from the hospital. It was too late to dwell on that now though. There was nothing he could do to change it, but that didn't mean that he was powerless. He was going to find out Jensen's secret. He damn well wanted to know who Jensen was and what game he was playing!

"Momma, I love you. Whatever happens I need you to remember that. Tell dad I love him too . . . I've got to go now momma . . . There's something I have to do."

Jared hung up the phone and reached a determined hand underneath the bed. Grasping the key he stormed out of the room and to the door of the attic. Taking a deep breath, he was just about to reach for the lock when the phone began to ring once more. Answering without hesitation Jared was assaulted by yet another familiar hysterical, screeching voice.

"Jared! What the fuck man? Do you have any idea how long I've been trying to call you for? 2 months! 2 fucking months! Now you better have a pretty fucking fabulous explanation for making me think you were dead! Cos if you don't I'm gonna find out where you are and come kill you myself! In fact, fuck it! I'm gonna do it anyway!"

"Chad?"

"Of course it's me dumbass! Who were you expecting? You're fairy-fucking-godmother? Now are you gonna give me that explanation now or do I have to find a way to beat it outta you?"

"Chad, I know you're worried and I'm sorry. I really am. But I just can't talk now. I'll explain everything later I swear . . ."

"No! How about we do this right the fuck now! 2 months jay! I think I've waited long enough to hear this don't you? Look, I know you were screwed up after Tom left, but that is not an excuse to go and scare the shit outta everyone who cares about you! Understand?"

"Tom? Who- . . ."

Suddenly a flash. Dark hair. Blue eyes. Tall. Gorgeous smile. His very own superman.

Tom! Oh god, Tom. How did he forget?

"Oh my god. I remember. I forgot, I can't believe I forgot. But I remember now. I remember him. Why did I forget? What happened to him? Us? . . . . Oh god, another lie Jensen?. . . "

"Um Jay? You mind giving me a heads-up here? Cos I've got no idea what the hell you're babbling about. Who the hell's Jensen?"

"Chad, I have to go."

Not waiting for a response Jared simply hung up the phone and reached for the lock once more. Before he could change his mind he quickly slipped the key into the lock and opened the door. His mind was in overdrive as he climbed the stairs into the darkened room. Now he realized why Jensen was so cagey about the room or anything to do with his past, because every-damn-thing he'd said, everything he'd made Jared believe was a lie! Well game-over because now Jared was doing exactly what Jensen didn't want him to. He was remembering. Tom was just the start, he was sure of that. Tom was proof of just how much of a liar Jensen really was! Married for two years. That's what Jensen had told him, but that was impossible. He may not remember everything about Tom and their relationship, but he knew it was a hell of a lot sooner than 2 fucking years ago! Was anything about this man real, ever since he'd come into Jared's life all he'd done was deliberately lie and hurt him. He told him his parents were dead. Lie. He told him they'd been married for two years. Lie. If that was the record so far then Jared was seriously beginning to dread what he was going to find now.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, Jared reached for the switch on the wall. Taking in his dimly lit surroundings, he found . . . nothing. It was just a room. Nothing really out of the ordinary except that it kind of looked more like a library than an attic. Well that was a little – anti-climactic . 'well what were you expecting?' Jeered a voice in his head 'a torture chamber? His secret laboratory? Grow up.' Although with the days revelations neither scenario seemed that absurd anymore. Wait. There was nothing up here. So why did Jensen react like that? Why was he so desperate to keep Jared out? Weird.

A stack of notebooks in the corner caught his eye. Well he was already up here, might as well look. Picking up the first notebook he opened it and very nearly dropped it again in shock. Is this why Jensen didn't want him up here? The books? Picking up the next notebook and the next, each one was worst than the last. Why would anybody do this? What kind of person was Jensen? The other lies, even what he'd said about his parents were nothing compared to this! Jared felt sick and suddenly the ring around his neck felt too tight. It was choking him. He ripped it from his neck and threw it across the room. It landed with a thud on something . . . hollow? Standing and approaching the discarded ring, he noticed the floorboards it had landed on were slightly raised. What the hell? Bending down Jared pried the boards away from the floor and looked inside. There was something there. What was that? Reaching in he grabbed whatever it was and took a closer look. As soon as he realized what he was holding he immediately went deathly pale. Oh my God! Dropping it on the ground he started to panic. He needed help. Jensen was clearly completely insane! Shit, what had he let himself get dragged into? The phone! Where had he left it? Searching frantically he finally found it at the other end of the room were he'd left it earlier. He grabbed it and started to dial desperately.

"Hello?"

"Yeah, is this the police?"

"It is sir. What's your emergency?"

"You have to help me! I think I may have been kidnapped! The man I'm living with is completely insane! I'm starting to think he might be dangerous!"

"Sir you need to calm down. Now, can you tell me your name please?"

"Jared. Jared A- Padalecki. Jared Padalecki."

"O.k. Mr. Padalecki, can you tell me your location?"

Shit! Jensen hadn't let him leave the house! He had no idea where he was!

"Um, I don't really know. I haven't left the house . . ."

"O.k. don't panic. Just stay on the line and we can trace where you're calling from. Can you do that?"

"Yes."

No sooner had the word left his mouth then the line went dead.

"Hello?"

Taking the phone from his ear he saw the problem instantly. The battery had died.

No. no, no, no, no, no. This could not be happening right now!

Through his haze of panic Jared heard the front door open and close.

Jensen was home.

TBC