redsandman99, Esha Napoleon, thank you both, XD. Cal-Wills, awe. Yeah, I cannot figure out who'd leave Adam. Not logical. & the Randy/Jeff pairing agitates me these days. Part of my agitation for them lead to them in here anyway, long story, lol. Thanks bunches & as I told you, I'd be honored :D takers dark lover, yeah, poor Morrie. Thank you :) JoMoFan-spot, awe, babe. I'm sorry about your mood, but I hope this made you feel somewhat better. (hugs) & my Jeff muse deff appreciates it, lol. I've so agreed that Edge is a girl I nearly called him one on SD in front of everyone (facepalm) I'm very happy I've been able to make Phil/Adam believable here. At first I had my doubts. & you always get my work, I appreciate that so much. So much luff to you as usual, hun xD Rhiannamator, awe, yes, Love, I forgive you for that. Yes, the older works have suffered. No, Adam was never supposed to be an alcoholic, just self-medicating. It wasn't helping him tho. Haha, Adam telling someone else that is ironic. He's always the horndog :P I continue to be proud of the character development. We do wreck each other a lot, lol. We love it :P Thanks always, Lovely. Updating..

Lost Memories;
Chapter eleven/ 'Fine Again'
Rated; M/ L, S, V (rape, fondling, forced anal & oral, forced orgasm, abuse)

"And I am aware now of how
Everything's gonna be fine
One day, too late, I'm in hell
I am prepared now
Seems everyone's gonna be fine
One day, too late, just as well.." Fine Again, Seether

He stood there in the doorway watching him for a second. Sitting there, hunched over on the couch, head in his hands and that long blond hair hanging down in front of him. This was it. What he needed. He was sure of it.

Adam suddenly raised his head, looking the floor over before staring at him. The look on the bitch's face was priceless.

Adam swallowed noisily, he felt utterly like jello. The mood the room possessed, he did not like it. Without a word, Adam got up and darted toward the kitchen to grab his keys and phone off the table and leave before Orton could start any shit. But he ran right into Mike Mizanin.

"Hey, baby, going somewhere..?" He gripped to Adam's arm tightly and Adam kicked at him, finding himself spun around and held tightly from behind. "I don't think so." Mike growled in his ear.

Randy shook his head as he made his way over to the struggling blonde in Miz's arms. "No, Adam.. naughty naughty naughty.. that is no way to treat guests in your house.. or well, ex house. I guess it's not yours anymore since Jeff kicked you to the curb." He smirked cruelly.

"Let me go, Randy. I don't want nothing to do with you or Jeff. Just leave me alone." He flinched back as Randy ran his fingers through his hair and down his face, sending a very unwanted twinge through him. "I'll scream." Adam warned, yelping as Randy drew back and slapped him hard across the face.

"No one will hear you or care, you slut." Orton growled seriously. Sinisterly.

Adam licked his lips. He tasted blood where he'd bit his jaw. "Just let me go.. I won't tell Jeff or Matt.."

"I don't care if you do or don't, Addy." Randy grinned, his face a little too close to Adam's for the blonde's comfort. "Matt doesn't scare me and Jeff's MY bitch now. He wouldn't blink an eye if I took you in front of him."

"Yeah, slut.. wonder if you're as tight as he is.." Mike mused, rubbing his crotch into Adam's ass and making the wiggling blonde flush.

"I hear you're fucking Phil Brooks anyway, you've already forgot about Jeff. You're just a slut." Randy went on, twirling a strand of Adam's hair around his finger. "Nobody will mind or blink an eye. Jeff would watch and get hard.. Jeff does what I say."

Adam jerked his head back. "You're fucking sick, Orton. I'm sorry I ever trusted you, you piece of shit." Another yelp after another hard slap.

"Fuck you, Adam. You never cared about me or Jeff."

Adam froze as Randy undid his belt, quickly unfastening his jeans and pushing them down despite Adam's protests. "Stop it.. no.. I said stop, Randy!" He shuddered when he felt Randy roughly stroking his cock, squeezing near the head so hard that Adam hissed. The blonde turned his head and shut his eyes tightly. It had felt like so long. He hadn't even jerked off after the thing with that Ted guy in the nightclub. And his cock was responding to Orton's touch, twitching in his hand and it felt so good because, hell, he'd deprived his needs over pity.

"That's it, you whore. Get hard for me.." Randy breathed next to his cheek, loving how Adam whimpered. "I want that dick nice and hard when I fuck you.. I want you hard so I can prove what a whore you've been."

Adam shivered, shaking his head. He tried to think of anything to cause him not to get hard.. but that wasn't easy and Adam let out a shuddered gasp. "Please... stop.. stop.." It was Randy for crying out loud! His cock shouldn't betray him like this. Randy was a prick.

"Drag his ass over to the couch." Randy commanded Miz.

Adam jerked free and tried to get away, tripping over his pants and getting tackled by Mike in the process anyway. They struggled, but Randy was helping Mike now and the both of them were too strong. Two of them, one of him. "No.. no.. stop.. no.. let me go.. help me!" That's when the duct tape came out and against his struggles it was mashed across his mouth. Adam fought in vain as he was shoved over the couch arm, his bare ass vulnerable and on display. Mike held him down, basically laying on his back and pressing him into the couch cushions.

"Fucking bitch.. you're going to lay here and fucking take it.." Randy growled. "Ah, fuck.. keep wiggling, bitch.."

Adam cried out under the tape as he felt Randy shove his fingers inside him, digging them around in him and brutally stretching his hole. Mike was pushing his head down into the cushions, he felt like he couldn't breathe. That was good. He wanted to pass out.

"This bitch.. fucking tight.. damn, Adam, I never knew.. I always thought you'd have a Grand Canyon sized asshole or something.." Randy laughed. It sounded so cruel and cold. Simply uncaring and sociopathic.

"Can I have him..?" Mike asked. Then Randy glared at him. "What? When you're done of course..."

Randy growled and withdrew his fingers. "That's it, Adam, wiggle that slutty little ass of yours.. you're getting it hard, bitch. I'm gonna tear you up like I should've done years ago." Randy taunted as he unfastened his pants and freed his hard cock.

He loved that anguished scream from Adam's throat as he forced himself inside of him. Taking him dry. And it hurt. Oh, god, it hurt both of them.. But on Randy's end it felt so sickenly good. To have his once best friend under him, taking him.. what a feeling.

"Hold him still.. that's it.. fuck, yeah.." Randy groaned, grabbing Adam's hips and thrusting. Shoving in and out of Adam's hole at a brutal pace. Adam was crying under him, shouting and pleading under the tape. His eyes shut tightly and squished up, his face red and wet. "Oh, fucking bitch.. take it.. take that thick cock in your tight ass.. you fucking like being treated like the slut you are.. Tell me, did Jeff fuck you like this? Did he pound your ass like this over the couch? Bet you'd like it to be Jeff. Well, too fucking bad! Jeff is my bitch now." Randy growled, thrusting into Adam harder. Deeper.

Adam held his breath, releasing it as Randy went harder. It hurt. It hurt so bad that he couldn't see. Everything was blurry and meshed. His head was spinning and he just felt lower than trash in a dirty alley. He just wanted Randy to get done and go away... But what if Randy didn't leave him alone? What if he killed him? Adam whimpered pitifully. Hating Randy's words no matter how true they sounded. Maybe deep down he didn't care if Randy killed him.

"You liked being Jeff's little bitch.. you liked him fucking your ass, cumming in your ass.. I could've made you my bitch years ago, Adam.. so many times.. oh, fuck.. so many times I could've taken you.. That's it, whore, scream for me. Scream for me, slut.. scream for me like you screamed for Jeff and scream for Phil now.. let me hear you.." Randy growled, digging nails into Adam's hips.

Adam shook his head the best he could, trying his damnedest to block it out.

"Does Matt fuck you like this too? I bet they share you... fuck you like the slut you are.. I bet you suck one's cock while the other fucks your ass, huh?"

Mike wet his lips, watching as Randy fucked the holy hell out of Adam. The sound of Randy panting and Adam's sob-filled screams filled the room as well as the harsh slapping of skin on skin. "Lemme have his mouth, please.. I can't take it.. I'll just fuck his mouth. I'll keep him quiet."

"Fine. You better." Randy jerked Adam's head up by his hair as Mike moved, holding to him tightly. Adam got a blurry look at Mike taking his cock out of his pants through the tears that clouded his vision. Adam cried out as Mike jerked the duct tape off and used his fingers to pry his mouth on open, forcing his cock inside. Adam struggled uselessly. Held by two men and being raped on both ends. Mike was making disgusting noises as his cock stabbed Adam's throat, making him gag and retch..

"That's it.. suck that cock like a good bitch.. you like having cock stuffing your throat.."

Adam didn't know who said it, he didn't care. And he didn't like these assholes telling him what he liked.

"Fucking bitch.. shit, that's good.. oh, fuck.." Mike groaned, yanking at Adam's hair. "Suck that dick like a good bitch.."

Adam just whimpered, trying uselessly to jerk his head back. His head hurt, his throat hurt and he felt like he was being gutted. Adam choked as Mike came, his cum piercing his taste buds. At least Mike let him spit it out. Adam cried out as Randy pulled out and jerked him up.

"C'mon, bitch.. Mike, you keep watch. Me and Adam's gonna have a little fun in the bedroom." Randy snarled, dragging and cursing at Adam as he drug him into the bedroom. The same bedroom that Adam and Jeff had once shared. Tossing Adam on the same bed they slept in and made love.

"No.. please.. oh, please, no.. just leave me alone.."

Mike fixed his pants and stretched out on the couch, hearing Adam yell and shout and Randy curse as he he hit him.

"Shut up, Adam! Fucking shut your mouth! You're gonna lay here and take it!"

Mike put his hands behind his head, listening to Adam's screams.

Randy jerked the blonde down on the bed. He had Adam's pants off now and his shirt ripped. Orton shoved his legs apart, thrusting inside the crying blonde as hard as he could. "How's that feel, Addy.. you like being fucked by me on that same bed Jeff fucked you on? Remember all the fun you had with Jeff on this bed? Remember sleeping here with him? Bet you wish this was all some fucking nightmare, huh?" Randy growled, biting Adam on the neck. The blonde whined pitifully and turned his head away. Randy had cracked his lip and there was already bruising under his eye. This wasn't the Randy Adam used to know. Randy had changed and he just didn't know him anymore.

"Please.. stop.. leave me alone.. stop.." Adam begged hoarsely.

"Well, it's not a fucking nightmare, Adam. This is all real and you're not gonna fucking wake up." Randy growled, pushing the side of Adam's head down into the mattress and holding it still as he plunged in and out of him. Randy grabbed Adam's dick and started stroking it. "Cum.. cum for me, bitch.."

Adam shook his head, tears streaming down his cheeks. "No.. stop.. no no.. Randy, I said no!"

"You're gonna cum like a good bitch or I'm gonna hurt you.. You'd cum for Jeff or Phil. Now fucking cum for me."

Adam bit the hell out of his lip. No matter Randy's threats he didn't want to cum for the bastard at all. He was so beyond fucking numb he didn't even feel pleasure anymore. Adam gasped as Randy shoved into him as hard as possible, ramming his prostate and sending him over without his consent. It shook him and hurt and left him crying and feeling so worthless. He felt Randy's cum burning him a few seconds later.

-xx-

Phil looked anxiously at the time on his phone. Adam was supposed to call him when he was done. They were supposed to go out. Adam wouldn't stand him up. Would he?

Phil groaned and began pacing. He didn't know why but he had a terrible feeling in the pit of his stomach. He didn't even like the idea of Adam going by himself. But Adam felt like he had to do this for himself. Phil should have put his foot down on Adam going alone. Phil sat down and ran his hands over his face. Adam hadn't called. What if something was wrong?

Phil got up and grabbed his keys. He was going over there himself and meeting Adam. If Adam didn't like it, well, it was tough shit.

-xx-

Randy sat above Adam on the bed and held the blonde's hands above his head as Mike had his little turn. Adam was quiet except for a few uncontrolled whimpers that came out of him or the occasional tear or two. Mike ran his hands up Adam's body as it lay spread out on the bed, loving the definition in his features. Adam was gorgeous and tragically fucked up. For shame.

"That's it.. fuck him.. he feels good, right..?" Randy growled, watching as Mike's cock slid in and out of the blonde. Adam winced and turned his head away, but Mike turned it back.

"Look at me.. watch me fuck you.." Mike growled, insulted that Adam thought so damn little of him. "Bitch."

Adam bit down into his lip as Mike reached down and shoved two of his fingers inside of him along with his cock, crooking them at an angle and trying to stretch him more. Adam's chest heaved. Searing pain ripped through his body. He felt like he was being ripped apart. Randy was hard and rough, but Mike was slow and meticulous. Mike was digging into him and tearing his insides. Adam let out a jagged scream. He felt himself bleeding.

"Oh, nice, Mikey-boy.." Randy wet his lips, watching impressed as Mike withdrew his bloody fingers and rubbed the blood over Adam's cock.

"Feels good, bitch? You little slut.."

Adam shook his head and received a slap.

"Liar!" Mike snarled and Randy broke out into a laughing fit.

-xx-

Randy lit a cigarette and puffed on it in his sick delirium as Mike fixed his clothes. "Come on, let's go. Leave him."

Mike took one last look at the blonde that they left bloody and broken on the bed.

-xx-

Phil couldn't place it, but he felt that all too familiar feeling in his gut. It was pure fear. It gnawed at him. Something was wrong. Something was bad wrong. It only got stronger the longer Phil had to wait in traffic. It seemed every fucking stop light had it in for him. The feeling was eating him and making him nervous. He just wanted to get to Adam and everything would be okay.

"Damn, motherfucker, turn!" Phil shouted out, hitting the steering wheel and honking the horn just a bit. Phil took a breath and ran his hand back through his hair. He needed to calm down. He would be longer getting to Adam if he had to be stopped for a ticket or something.

-xx-

Phil thought it'd take forever getting there. But finally he pulled up and parked in a space in front of Adam and Jeff's old apartment. He'd tried calling Adam, but he got no answer. This place felt weird and Phil's legs felt like rubber as he walked up the stairs and up to the door. He took a deep breath and knocked. But the door creaked on open.

Phil's heart sunk. He hated this. He swallowed and closed his eyes, reopening them slowly. "Adam?"

No answer.

Phil pushed the door open and walked into the kitchen, gazing around to see the coast was clear. He saw Adam's keys and phone on the table immediately. Okay, Adam was here?

Another deep breath. "Adam? It's Phil. You here, baby?"

More silence.

Phil rubbed his mouth and slowly putting one foot in front of the other made his way to the living room. His fear and anxiety mounting with every heavy step. "Adam, are you alright..?" Phil sighed. 'God, please..' Adam wasn't in the living room and Phil checked the bathroom first, disregarding the bedroom. He let out a huge sigh of relief when the bathroom was empty. 'God, please..'

Phil shrugged his arms to his side and made his way to the bedroom. He froze in his tracks when he saw Adam laying naked on the bed and saw the blood. Oh, god the blood...

The title contradicts the whole chapter! I had a hard time w/ the song. When did this fic become cliffhanger city? Oh, gawd.. I had intended the Randy/Adam rape from Randy cornering Adam in the bathroom. Mike wasn't supposed to be involved.. I dunno if it was supposed to be that brutal. But it was cold-hearted rape. I opted for brutal over anything sexy, I guess. I'm sorry.