A/N: Warning, M rated. Don't like, don't read.

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(Mello P.O.V)

My entire day was filled with either laughter or smiles. It was just an all-around good day! Jean, Sydney, and Adam – who I hadn't even hung around with in forever – had actually apologized to me for not guessing sooner about my preferences earlier, but I didn't hold it against them. After that, the entire day was just better for everyone. Even gym class had been better since some of the guys were actually noticing me a bit more, but quickly backed off when Matt got defensive. It also helped that Jared blushed bright red when I cockily winked at him while he was staring at me for no good reason. If today proved anything, it was that my confidence was skyrocketing.

The only thing I was still semi-worried about was telling Mr. Turner to get out of my life. But I was confident enough that I knew I could handle the man. It would definitely be difficult though knowing how much the man had become accustomed to having me as a pet.

But this had to end. I needed him out so I could have more room for Matt.

History was like any other class except for one person: Turner.

I had to end it with him, and I knew it wasn't going to be as easy as it was with Rod Ross. Turner risked his job and his social life to have me to himself, and I knew that me telling him it was over was going to result in backlash. But it was like Matt had said; Mr. Turner had nothing to use against me, and if he went to the police he'd only look desperate if he said to them that I consented to everything. So, with the fact that this made him look pedophilic, I would be alright… right?

The class ended and for once Turner did not call on me. In the end I had to ask to speak with him, and the moment I did that I could see the intense lust behind his eyes but he kept himself calm. He asked me to see him in his office and I complied.

Matt looked at me worriedly. He'd said before class that he'd wait for me in the hall while I spoke to him…

But I didn't think our conversation would be as short as he believed.

I went to his office right away and before long he'd already locked the door and his demeanor changed. Something about the way he looked scared me immensely.

I took a deep breath. "Um… Mr. Turner…"

"Mello, you should know by now that you can call me Aaron." He said smoothly, running his hands up and down my back. "Then again," he whispered, leaning into my neck, "I like the way you make me sound so dominant."

I pushed him away and he looked confused. But I wouldn't be lulled into this trap. Not anymore.

"Mr. Turner." I emphasized, standing a bit straighter. "I'm not here for… that. I'm here to tell you that this little affair is over. I want nothing to do with this anymore, I don't need it in my life. I'm sorry, but I've come to realize just how utterly revolting I've been for the past year and I can't live like this anymore."

I turned away from him and made to leave. I'd said what I'd meant to and now it was over. The past is in the past and now it was time to move on.

…no such luck.

I felt my hand get crushed under another and before I could think I'd been roughly shoved into a wall, an arm holding me against the throat and my hips being held by another's. In front of me I could see slanted and narrowed dark eyes glaring daggers at me, followed by a scowl. Let it suffice to say that I was thoroughly terrified.

His scowl bent into a sneer. "Mello, there's no getting out of this. You wouldn't want people knowing about this little affair now would you? I have that power over you," he emphasized by choking me a bit more, "and I can end your life in society because of this."

I growled, clenching my teeth at him. "And who are the police going to believe? A thirty-something year old? Or the teenager he assaulted?"

His sneer deepened and his eyes drew an invisible line up to the ceiling. "Neither. They're going to believe the footage I have of us in our most private moments."

My face fell as I looked up to the wall to find a hidden camera surveying the entire office. That bastard!

I fought against his arms but couldn't get free. "You bastard! You fucking-!"

He captured his lips into mine and ground his hips against me. "Oh Mello!" He mumbled against me. "You're gorgeous when you're angry!"

I kicked him in the crotch and he instantly let me go. But before I could make it to freedom, he grabbed me again and I fell to the floor. He pinned me down facing up at him and snickered.

"You think I didn't realize what I was in for while fucking you over?!" He exclaimed. "Of course I recorded us! Good luck getting out of this affair knowing I could release all of my recordings across the globe! You'd be reduced to a disgusting whore to this school if they caught even a minute of the video and you know it!"

He pinned my arms over my head with one hand and started clawing at my jeans. I tried to fight back frantically but he was too strong. I couldn't get out of his grasp.

He got my pants off no problem along with the boxers and I finally tried to call for help, not even caring about the embarrassment this would put me in. This didn't go over too well with Turner, however, and he open-palmed slapped me across the face.

"Shut up! If you scream another word, I will kill you!"

I was shaking now from the fear. The look in his eye said it all… he wasn't afraid to kill me.

He went in dry and I screamed, but he merely covered my mouth and kept going. Every thrust hurt, every minute was too painful to endure. I started crying and he laughed at me for this. He mocked me about liking it rough and demanded my full attention. When I tried to look away he slapped me again… hard. My cheek burned from the slaps and the tears and I no longer felt like living anymore.

I closed my eyes and I felt another slap, but I didn't care. I just wanted to find peace in my mind and forget about what was happening to me right now.

Turner got angry and let go of my mouth to force a hand over my throat. This was where I knew I wasn't going to make it. Either I agreed to all of this, or he killed me. It was one or the other…

…and I chose death.

I knew this would be on tape. How he took me without consent, how he murdered me. In the end, there would be justice. Especially if Matt saw to it this monster rot in jail… or worse.

My vision became darker and I knew this was where it was ending. But I didn't once give in to Turner. At least I could die with that on my conscious.

I blacked out and I felt nothing afterwards. I could hear things, things like voices and crying, and maybe sirens… but I guess it was just wishful thinking. Like something or someone was trying to save me. Matt maybe? He would have tried. I know he would have. But there was no helping me now. I was gone to the world… I just knew it.

I was scared of death, but I also embraced it. The thought of being free from the world and never being hurt again was tempting. But… never seeing my family again, never seeing my mom and dad or my brothers… never seeing Matt again… it was scary. I'd never get to hear their voices or laughs. I wouldn't be able to see Matt's smile anymore or feel his lips on mine. I'd be all alone with no one to love. I'd be free… but from what? Who cares if Turner's video got uploaded to the world, I knew Matt didn't care. Would my parents still love me? Maybe. It was a possibility… but a small one. I mean, their son whores himself out to two older men for no good reason? Why would they love me?

…but I had a reason…

It's like Matt had said. I was alone and scared at the time. I believed no one loved or cared for me and that my only way to ever feel wanted was to whore myself out. It seemed dumb, but somewhat reasonable. Not to mention I didn't know who I was at the time and thought that being with older men was a way to find out. But I was wrong… and now I was paying the ultimate price.

I suddenly saw a bright light and I braced for the afterlife… but… there was nothing. Nothing… but… beeping.

Beep…

…beep…

…beep…

Like a metronome on one of its lower settings.

I blinked, and the room was much clearer now. It was a hospital room, walls white, but darkened from the late night.

I suddenly felt my heartbeat in my chest, my pulse through my body, and my breathing low and steady. I was alive!

I looked over to my left when I tried to move my hand and noticed a sleeping red head leaned over right beside me. Why was Matt here? What had happened? Who had saved me?

I combed my fingers through his hair. "Matt?"

I felt him stir before his eyes blinked open and he looked up at me happily. "Mels!"

He crawled onto the bed to hug me and I of course hugged back. I couldn't believe it! I was alive! I was…

…alive…

But how? Turner…

I pulled Matt away from me. "What happened? I thought for sure…"

"Turner's in jail, Mello. I heard him screaming at you in his office and I ran to help. It took a bit but I finally knocked the door down with help from a few teachers. None of us were expecting…" he avoided, "Mello, I'm so sorry! I should have been there with you to help you! Instead, I almost got you killed…"

I only hugged him in response. "Stop it. It's always been my fault. Right from the start I knew what I was doing was dangerous and still I kept at it. All this is my fault and mine alone. But it's over now. Well… aside from the tape…"

"You mean the one in Turner's office? Yeah, it would be a form of evidence against you." He smirked as he pulled me away. "If he'd remembered to put in a tape to begin with. As far as everyone's concerned, what he did to you yesterday was his first and only offence to you."

I felt my heart skip a beat and I almost cried tears of joy. Everything I'd done… it was still between Matt and me!

His smile fell a tad though. "But… I had to tell your parents, Mello."

Now I wasn't sure my heart was beating at all. "You what!?"

"Let me explain!" He started. "They started asking me if this had been going on for a while and that's why you were acting so weird and I told them the truth. They didn't believe me at first but when they did they demanded to know why you'd been doing any of that. I simply told them that it was because you were scared and alone, and you were just trying to get out of it now because you'd come to your senses. They understand completely, Mello, and they're not mad. In fact, they started crying when I told them and they blamed themselves for you feeling so alone."

He pulled me back into a hug. "I'm sorry, Mello. But it had to be done."

I felt a tear roll down my cheek and I hugged him back. "It's alright, Matt. I'm not mad. I'm just worried about what they think of me."

He rubbed my back soothingly. "They'll be in tomorrow morning to see you. I think then will be the best time to tell them the truth now."

I nodded slowly. "I agree… but I'm not looking forward to it."

Tomorrow was going to be a long day.