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Neither Murphy or Jared asked Connor what he was planning. They didn't think Connor wouldn't tell them. He looked pissed and sad at the same time. When he finished his smoke and the beer, he jumped up and went into the house without a word. They glanced at each other then followed him inside. Connor was looking through the cabinets. He found a bottle of Jack and another pack of smokes then left the room.

Murphy and Jared followed behind him again. Connor took the stairs two at a time so they had to quicken their pace. He walked over to her room. He opened her door and walked in then faced Murphy and Jared. He gave them a quick nodded before he shut the door. They heard the lock turn and knew he wasn't coming out for a while.

Jillian was sitting in the center of bed when Connor faced her. He tossed the smokes to her then walked over to her. He sat down and put his back against the backboard. He patted the spot on the bed beside him. Jillian sighed and moved up to him. He opened the bottle of Jack and took a drink before he handed it to her. She sighed but took a long drink. He handed her a smoke then took one for himself. He light both their smokes then took a drag.

" Now, I'm going to ask you questions and you are going to answer them. We are going to sort this out. So let's start from the beginning." Connor said. " Where did he take you?" He took the bottle back from her and took another short drink.

" I don't know. We drove for hours then he made me hit my head against the window of the car and when I woke up I was tied to a bed." Jillian said before she took a hit from the smoke.

" Did he rape you?" He asked as he handed her the bottle. Jillian shook her head as she took a drink.

" He didn't even try and kiss me." She answered.

" What happen to you then? What changed you?"

They passed the bottle back and forth while they smoked and talked. Jillian told him about how she tried to escape. She told him about Antonio smacking her around while she was tied to the bed. She told him that he had asked her if she was dating either Connor or Murphy and when she denied it, Antonio brought a man in. He had the man tied to a chair and he hooked up to a battery of some sort. Every time he felt Jillian was lying to him, he would shock the man. It hadn't matter when she started telling him the truth, he continued to shock the man until he killed him. Then he made Jillian dig a grave and bury the dead man.

She told him how Antonio made her kill a man. He made her shoot the man and Jillian had missed, hitting the man in the shoulder. Antonio had punched her and made her do it again. She missed again and hit the man in the stomach. She had ended up hitting him three times before she nailed him in the head. The man had been crying and begging her to stop. Jillian cried but Antonio hit her and told her to shut up.

Jillian drank, smoked, and cried as she retold how her life had been the past year. Connor put his arm around her and held her close as they talked. She told him about Antonio denying her food and water off and on throughout the year. She told him there were nights when he made her sleep outside with a guard watching her and how other times she wasn't allowed to sleep at all for days on end. The whole time they talked, they passed the bottle back and forth. Connor sat with his legs out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, Jillian sat indian style, her head on his shoulder.

" Now let me tell you about our year." Connor began.

He told her about the girls crying and begging for her for months. He told her about the sleepless nights Murphy had, how'd he pace through the house. He told her the work Paul and Eunice had done. They talked about Jared not knowing how to comfort the girls when he had his own fears to deal with. Jared, Connor, and Murphy would sit up at Jared's house, drinking and not talking most nights.

Murphy would sit at the bar and stare into his beer. He refused to talk about Jillian to anyone except the mob members they killed, he was sure they all knew something. Murphy carried her picture with him everywhere. There were times when he would just stare at it. Connor hadn't ever seen his brother like that. Murphy had been a mess, feeling like he had failed her and his friend.

Connor and Jillian had finished off the bottle and where laying down in the bed, facing each other. He tucked some of her hair behind her ear while she struggled to keep her eyes open. He moved towards her and kissed her forehead. He rested his head against hers and spoke low. He had taken smaller drinks then her so he was buzzing but she was drunk.

" I'm going to bed now." He said as he started rubbing her back. " I'm sure my brother is sitting right out in that hallway and he's going to come in and check on you. Let him. Ask him to stay with you, cuz he won't ask. He needs to be with you as much as you need to be with him, maybe more. Let him in cuz he needs to touch you." He kissed her temple then slipped from her bed.

He moved through her room silently. He looked back at her before he unlocked the door and found Murphy right were he knew he'd be. Murphy was sitting to the right of the door and was looking up at him. Connor smiled and motioned him to go into the room then he walked across the hallway and went into his room. Murphy stood up and looked into her room.

" Murphy." She said softly. He ran his hand through his hair and came into her room. He closed the door then walked to her bed. " Will you lay with me?" She asked without opening her eyes. He looked back at her door then at her again. He slipped off his shoes then took a hold of the blanket. He slipped into the bed beside her, pulling the covers over them.

" You okay?" He asked softly. She was laying on her right side, facing him with one hand under the covers. Her left hand came out and took a hold of his shirt collar. He slowly put his arm around her waist and moved himself closer to her. He ran his hand through her hair, making her sigh.

" Connor got me pretty drunk." She whispered.

" Yeah, he did." Murphy said. " Go to sleep, you going to feel like shit in the morning."

" Will you take care of me?" She asked. He smiled.

" Yeah, Babe. Go to sleep." He said.

She sighed again and moved so her leg went in between his and her face came to his chest. It was his turn to sigh as he snuggled in closer to her. It didn't take long before he knew she was asleep. He stared at the top of her head since her face was against his chest. He started playing with the ends of her hair, twisting it around slowly in his fingers. He wanted to talk to Connor, he wanted to know what she had said. He hadn't been able to hear much through the door, their words were just too muffled. He decided he'd wait until the morning then talk to Connor about it. He didn't want to leave her, she was cuddling him, holding shirt tight with her fingers resting against his skin and he didn't want to lose that.