AN: Okay guys, I'm super sorry for the long wait I just got super busy with my birthday, being sick, and family. This chapter has some graphic parts that deal with abuse. This chapter had to be written to move things along but it wasn't my favorite to write, but I still worked hard. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review!(:

I couldn't believe I was standing in a suburban upper middle class neighborhood to talk to a teenagers parents….again. The last time I did this was with Justin, and where did that get me, a 17 year old twink living with me. Justin moving in with me ended up being one of the best things that could happen to me but the way it happened could have gone more smoothly to say the least. So as I stand in my Prada jeans and white t-shirt In the blazing sun I can't help but think I'm out of my fucking mind. I much rather shoot myself than sit here and have a conversation with some backwoods bigoted possible child abuser. But I knew if I didn't do it some ass hole would get away with emotional and physically hurting willow and even if I didn't want her to be my little pride and joy I couldn't live with myself if I didn't even try to help.

I went up to the brown wooden door and knocked, a young girl came to the door.

"I'm assuming your Sarah?"

"Yeah, what's it to you?"

"Well, I see you didn't inherit the good taste and common manners your sister has."

She looked hurt by that statement and fuck, it secretly felt so good to see that smirk melt off that "well to do rich girl's" face.

"Actually there's no relation, she's me step sister." She shot back "So, I'm assuming you're here to see me dad?"

"Actually, I'm here to pass out Girl Scout cookies." I smiled sarcastically for a second then recanted my previous statement with, "Of course I'm here to see your damn father, could you get him PLEASE?"

She just rolled her eyes and yelled, "Dad some mans here too see you," Then retreated from the threshold.

An overweight man appeared wearing a football t-shirt with a jovial smile plastered on his chubby face. "Hello, who are you may I ask?"

"Yea, my names Brian Kinney, Your names John Specktor, right?" I said lighting a cigarette

"That would be correct, what can I help you with mister Kinney?"

"Look, when I came here I planned on not making any accusations and just asking you straight up and if you told me no then take you at your word. But when I got here I realized how stupid that was; you would never admit to the truth." I took a few more hits

"I don't think were on the same page mis-."

"Me and my Husband believe that you have been beating willow, We know her from the diner and my husband's quite the famous artist, not that you'd know anything about such matters. Anyway he helps her with her art and he's noticed things that were just off about her. Like the joy had be smacked out of her." I added in with a smirk.

"Wait! You mean to say my daughters been hanging around a bunch of Devil worshiping Fags?" he said with almost a laugh added in.

"Is that all you really just got out of my sentence you fucking prick, I didn't come here to yell at you about cock or fucking Jesus, I just came here to tell you-"

"No! Let me tell you something, you and your disgusting homo husband will not be around my daughter. You can send yourself to aids invested hell but you're not taking her. I will touch Willow in any fucking way I please; rather I'm smacking her or making her takes my .COCK. Every night. And there's nothing you can fucking do-"

Before he could even finish I felt rage envelop my whole body, there was nothing I wanted more than to kill this man right now. I picked him up by the collar, backed him up against the wall, kneed him in the balls the held him by his neck to the hard brick of the 2 story home. "Look you Bigoted backwoods mother fucker you better listen because I'm only going to say this once, If it seems like you touch willow in anyway, or if she's crying or if she's just having an off fucking day I will call the cops on your ass so fast you want even have time to kill yourself in fear that you'll be raped nightly by aids infected prisoners. Oh, and you'll just love what that do to children sex offenders in that place, it's not pretty." I let him go and he gasped for air right as I walk away, still angry I turned and punched him in the face. As he fell down to the cold cement I got in my car and drove away, I knew what I had to do. First I was going to talk to Willow then the friendly neighborhood therapist; I had to see Doctor Alex again, he helped me once with Justin and I was going to help me again.

As I walked in the diner the normal crowed of homos were eating their counted calorie lunches. I didn't take time to say anything to anyone; I just walked up to hunter. "Hey, where's Willow?"

He pointed towards willow, with pint up hair looking down at a coffee cup, talking to some flaming queens at the counter. I walked behind the counter, pass Deb and everyone else. "Hey Brian! You're not allowed back here."

I turned and looked at her quickly saying, "Don't get your tits in a twist, Deb, I'll be just a minute." Before I could even finish the sentence I had Willow by the arm. "Hey!" She yelled, "I'm working here."

"Come along little sweetness." I replied pushing her out the back door into the back ally.

"I'm really flattered Brian but I'm not into mid day fucks in back ally's." I just rolled my eyes, "Willow! I need to have a serious conversation with you." The look on her face seemed to swell up with a light of fear. Her face went pale and her lips made a slight curl. "What…do you need to talk about?"

I put my hand over my face to wipe the sweat of my face, how do you tell someone you know their father is beating the shit out of them and possibly molesting her, as stupid as it was at the time to say all I could think to say was, "I know."

She looked confused for a second then crossed her arms across her chest, "Know what?"

"Willow, let's not play clueless, you're not a Barbie doll; you know what I'm talking about."

Tears swelled up in her eyes and she placed her hand on the back of her neck, "God it smells like shit out here." She said deflecting, pushing back tears. A look of fear and desperation came over her face as she bites her lips. "So you know? What now?"

"Well I talked to your father; he seems like a lovely man."

"WHAT! Brian, are you fucking out of your mind he's going to kill me." She paced back and forward pushing her hands through her hair. "SHIT."

"Hey, hey!" I said grabbing her shoulders to grab her attention. "Look at me willow; it's going to be fine. I talked to him and if he touches you again I'll have his ass."

She was still catching her breath while looking around the ally, a little confused, a little terrified. Then she looked at me and wrapped her arms, "Thank you." Tears rolled down her cheek and to my shoulder. I pulled her off and asked her, "Now tell me honestly, is your dad touching you in any other way…like, sexually" I stammered over my words, this was a lot easier than I thought it be some father like instinct that must have been buried deep down I never knew I had seemed to be vomiting up. With widen eyes she shook her head no.

"Okay, look there's some where I have to go but if anything happens tonight just leave as soon as you can then call me or Justin."

"Okay."

And with that I headed off to find Doctor Alex.

Willows POV

I laid my back against the red brick with my arms wrapped around my knees, which were scrunched up to my chest. My head was pressed against the wall and tears filled my eyes as I closed them for a minute to absorb the situation. What I was feeling wasn't as much sadness as it was exhaustion; I was to fucking tired to be sad. This was all too much, all I want is a slightly normal life; A life were I don't worry constantly. Everything that's happened to me has been so much to the point that I'm really too exhausted to give a damn anymore. So that's why the burning sensation of liquid salt fled my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. Everything was just too much, it just boiled over. I was too tired to feel sadness or loneliness or fear or anger, all I felt was just one clusterfuck of emotions. When I opened my eyes I saw one worried looking Hunter kneeling down in front of me.

"Willow, are you okay?"

"Yeah." I replied, wiping the tears from my eyes with the side of my hands.

"That's funny because tears usually don't indicated happiness, but hey, if you want to pretend it is for just now, I'm down with that." He smiled and made a movement to sit down beside me.

I couldn't help but smile back.

"Thanks, you know, for letting tears equal happiness, even if just for now."

"What can I say; I have a soft spot in my heart for girls who actually get me to dance."

I laughed, "You were quite the horrible dancer."

"THANKS, Jesus is that what goes for a thank you these days?" he said nudging my side.

"I'm sorry, I guess my social skills are lacking a bit right now."

"No." He said looking directly at me, "I think they're wonderful."

There were a few seconds of that awkward silence you always see in love movies between the two main characters before they kiss, which I wasn't down for right now. "Deb's probably wondering where I am, I should go."

"Wait!" he called out. "I know asking you out when you're super vulnerable is a totally ass hole thing to do but I figure that way I might actually get a yes. So, what do you say?"

I bite my lip and rolled my eyes, "How could I say no to a proposal like that?"

"Tomorrow night? My place?" he said grabbing my hands

I nod yes biting my lip even harder to conceal a smile, and then we went our separate ways.

Later that night as I walked through the threshold of the door that old familiar feeling of fear came back. I softly and slowing moved my way in and lied my back against the door. A breath of relief came over me when I realized there was no one waiting to kill me in the living room. I made my way to the kitchen to get a bottle of water out of the fridge, after a second of exploring I saw a big man out of the corner of my eye which was accompanied by a hard punch in the face. The punch sent me falling into the counter knocking over a box of newly bought pots and pans. I saw his hovering over me and I heard a sound that was so unfamiliar, it was coming from me. I was sobbing, whimpering, and begging. I lifted my hand up to my face to feel the blood and tears. "Daddy, please don't." I cried looking up at him. He was still just standing there as if he was trying to think of the most cleanest way to dispose of my body. I really thought he was going to kill me. I really thought that until I saw him pulling down his pants. My eyes widened and my sobs stopped, it was as if I went into shock. I could feel his body against mine but I still made no movements, that's until I heard the screams of Sarah.

"DAD! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?"

She jumped on his back without thinking, "Get off of her!"

He turned and shoved her off of him till she went flying into her mother's arm who was sobbing.

Finally I came out of it, I couldn't let this happen, not just for me but the family he was ruining also.
I reached for a pan lying behind me and hit him once hard over the head.

"fuck!" he cried out. With that I hit him two more times till he feel to the floor and was knocked out. I scurried from underneath him on my hands and knees through the blood filled floor. I made my way to the fridge and lied against it for a moment, just to catch my breath. There was a haunting silence that went through out the house.

Finally I looked up at my step mother and sister, "Are you guys okay?" I said pulling myself up on my feet. They both shook their heads yes.

"Okay, look." I said kissing them both on the cheek. "I'm leaving, packing my stuff and not coming back, CALL THE COPS. I can't stress that enough; you can't have this monster around you." Neither said a word. I stood there for a second staring at them then I ran up stairs. I grabbed a bag and put all the clothes and personal items I could in there along with some art supplies and personal information I needed such as my social and birth certificate and a few pictures of my family especially my mom. Within 7 minutes I was out the door and in my car but before I left I went to the bowl in my dad's room that held there emergency money and took 435 dollars. I didn't really have time to feel anything, even while driving through the dark streets of Pittsburgh I was still emotionless, I hadn't even wiped the blood off my face or hands. I found myself parked outside of brains loft.

I sat there looking up at the lit up windows. I licked my lips and ran my bloody fingers through my hair. Without much thought I found my limp body making its way up to the loft. Eventually I was knocking on the door.

"Bran did you lose your keys agai-" Justin opened the door and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes were fixed on my bloody face. After a moment of silence my completely emotionless demeanor stopped and I fell apart; I was sobbing. Justin took me inside without a second thought and I thought to myself that maybe things will start getting better.