Matt continued to glare daggers at Randy, even as he received a murderous glare from Orton in return. He had had a terrible feeling about this entire thing when Adam had told him that they should look for Jeff and Jay at Randy's house, and stumbling upon this made the whole thing worse than he had imagined it would be. Jay was laying on the table, just staring at all of them dumbly while Randy was holding a fucking syringe full of drugs right to Jeff's jugular. Poor Jeff looked scared out of his damn mind, and it was enough to make Matt temporary forget how pissed he was supposed to be at Jeff for the drugs he had found in his room.
"Ted! Cody! I thought you two were watching the fucking door!" Randy finally yelled angrily.
Adam shook his head. "They weren't there when we got here asshole. It looks like you need to find better flunkies." He pointed to Jeff and Jay. "Now you unhand our brothers and we'll forget this little incident ever happened. If you don't, we'll kick your ass and then just take them anyway."
Randy's glare turned to Adam. "As much as I know you want that, how about I just give you Jay and keep Jeff here for myself. He and I want to have a little fun tonight."
Matt saw the fear in Jeff's eyes. He could tell that this was the last place he wanted to be. "You let him go right now or I swear to God I'll fucking kill you," he growled.
"Don't make promises you can't keep," Randy replied. He moved the needle just enough to put it off Jeff's neck just so he could point it at Matt. "Or you'll be the one who ends up on the wrong side of this needle."
Matt's reply to that was cut off by Jeff kicking Randy in the gut. Matt took advantage of the distraction and speared Orton to the ground as Jeff ran to the safety of Adam's arms. He punched the dealer as hard as he could, absolutely furious and out of his mind. "Mother fucking bastard!" he growled. "You fucking think you can mess with my little brother? Huh? Is that it?"
"Matt," Adam said uneasily. "Matt, we've got a problem."
The sound of a gun being cocked made Matt stop in his tracks. He looked up to find that Ted had a gun pointed at him while Cody had one pointed at Adam, Jeff and Jay. "I would stop that right now if I were you," Ted said quietly. "You don't want things to get messy here, now do you?"
Matt looked at him defiantly. "Unless you're actually going to shoot me with that thing, you better get it out of my face," he snarled. "Do you understand me?"
Ted looked at him in surprise before glancing back at Cody and then looking at Randy. "Uh…boss?"
Randy shoved Matt off him roughly and got back up to his feet. His left eye was already swollen shut and his nose and lips were all busted up. "Escort these fuckers out the door boys," he said, tilting his head back in attempt to stop the bleeding coming from his nose. "It looks like I'll have to finish my game with Jeff another time."
Matt lunged towards Randy again, only to be held back by Ted and the gun. "You fucking stay away from my brother," he hissed angrily. "Or I'll fucking make you wish you were never born!"
Adam grabbed Matt by the back of the shirt and pulled him back. "Honey, we have two guns pointed at us and two teenagers who want to get the fuck out of here. This is not the time to be making more threats."
"Did you fucking see--"
"Matt please," Adam interrupted. "Look at Jeff. He just wants to get out of here. Randy has him scared out of his mind right now."
Matt looked over at Jeff and saw that Adam was right. Jeff had backed himself up against the wall, and he looked like he was just going to collapse because his legs were shaking so badly. Sighing and wishing that he could have pounded Randy's face in some more, he motioned for Adam and Jay to follow him as he grabbed Jeff. He led all of them out of the house, too furious to say anything to anyone.
Once they were in the car, Jeff looked at him nervously. "Matt--"
"Shut up," Matt snapped angrily. Now that they were out of the house, his anger at Jeff was starting to come back. What the fuck had Jeff been thinking? Had he lost his mind completely? Had he gone stupid or something? Or was he just that desperate for drugs that he didn't stop to think that Randy could possibly take advantage of him?
The car ride home was uncomfortable to say the least. When they finally did get back to the house, Jeff tried to go upstairs but Matt stopped him. "You, kitchen, now!" he ordered. He was in no mood to play around now. "You and I are going to have a little talk."
Adam gave Matt a look. "Baby--"
"Just talk to Jay while I talk to Jeff," Matt said. He lowered his voice because he knew Adam would get pissed if he yelled at him. "I promise I'll try not to say or do anything I'll regret later."
Adam just looked at him some more before grabbing Jay by the arm and pulling him upstairs. With them out of the way, Matt made Jeff go into the kitchen and sit down in the nearest chair. "Matty please, I just want to go to bed," Jeff said quietly.
Matt shook his head. "You aren't going anywhere yet." He grabbed the drugs that he had found in Jeff's room earlier and set them all down in the table. He watched the way Jeff's eyes widened and he knew that this was going to turn into a fight. "I found these earlier," he said quietly. "You brought all of this shit into my mother fucking house. Dad told me what you were into, but I didn't want to believe it. I defended you against what he was saying. I fucking told him that you were a good kid who was just confused, but look at where that got me. I had to come looking for you at a drug dealer's house, and we all got guns pointed at our head."
"That wasn't my fault," Jeff whined. "Jay was looking to score tonight, not me! He just asked me to come along so he wouldn't be all alone. He's scared of Randy."
"He fucking should be scared of Randy!" Matt said angrily. "Randy looked high out of his mind and he about poked you with a needle that was probably dirty. Shit Jeff, do you have any idea how stupid you were being?"
Jeff glared at him. "Don't call me stupid! Jesus, I was just trying to help out Jay!"
"Well that was a pretty dumbass fucking idea, now wasn't it?" Matt snapped. He knew he should just shut his mouth and send Jeff upstairs to his room until he cooled down, but that would be the smart thing to do. And when he was angry, he didn't always use his brain that much. "God only knows what else Randy could have done to you if Adam and I hadn't gotten there when we did. Fuck, he could have made you have sex with him or some shit like that."
Jeff immediately looked down, the shame clearly written on his face. Matt paused and started looking between the pills on the table and Jeff. Jeff didn't have a job, which meant that there was no way he could have bought all of these drugs. Not unless he paid for them some other way. "You already did have sex with him, didn't you?" he asked. "You fucked him for these drugs."
"So what if I did?" Jeff said quietly. He was trying to mask whatever he was feeling by acting like he didn't care. "What are you going to do about it?"
"The only thing I can do: be disappointed in you," Matt replied just as quietly. He gathered up the drugs and then went into the bathroom with them. He flushed them all down the toilet, his heart feeling painfully tight in his chest. Damn it, truth be told, he was just as angry at himself as he was at Jeff and Randy. He was livid at Orton for taking advantage of his baby brother, he was furious at Jeff for not using better judgment and he was mad at himself for letting things get this fucked up.
Once the drugs were flushed, he went back into the kitchen to find Jeff still sitting on the chair. His knees were pulled up to his chest and his face was buried in his lap. It was obvious by the noises he was making that he was crying. That just made Matt feel even worse than before. Sighing, he walked over and put his arms around Jeff, hoping to God he could find a way to fix the mess that was this situation.
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Later that night, when everyone else was asleep, Jay began packing his things as quietly as he could. The conversation he had with Adam while Matt and Jeff had talked was replaying in his mind over and over again. Basically Adam had said that he would either help Jay get clean himself or pay for Jay to go to rehab. According to Adam, there was not going to be any more of the drugs. But Jay knew better than that. There was no escape from the smack. It was all that Jay had left, and he wasn't going to lose it yet. So he had said everything Adam had wanted to hear, telling his older brother that he wanted to get clean and he just needed some help. He had played Adam like a fiddle and the man didn't realize it yet. He was too blinded by love to see the asshole Jay had turned into.
Now that didn't mean that Jay liked what he was. He hated hurting his mom and Adam, because no matter what he said to the contrary, he still loved them. It was just his addiction talking every time he told them he hated them. It was his addiction talking every time he lied to them. And right now, it was his addiction that was making him run away from someone who wanted to help him escape its clutches.
It had also been the addiction that had made him ask Jeff to come to Randy's tonight. Randy had found out that he was staying at the same place Jeff was, and he had told Jay to bring Jeff with him by any means necessary. And since Randy held the smack, Jay did what he was told. He hadn't known beforehand just what exactly had been supposed to go down at Randy's tonight, but he knew that it had been fucked up big time by Adam and Matt showing up. And Jay knew that he would take some heat with Randy for it, but it would be okay eventually. Randy would calm down and Jay would get back in his good graces soon enough. Then he could go back to being Randy's whore, only his payment would be smack. Was it the best life in the world? Hell no. But he needed the high and he was willing to do anything to get it, even if it meant sacrificing everything he had.
"Sorry Adam," Jay muttered as he climbed out the window. "But trust me, this will work out for everyone if I just go."
