~Sooo... I know it's been a looong time since I've updated. I'm so sorry guys. I definitely got all of your comments on me continuing, and I want to say thank you for still being interested in this story. I guess I just hit a roadblock in the story for some odd reason. I could only assume it's because this story will be coming to an end soon. I'm slowly but surely coming back to it though, and I will say that I don't think the next update will take six months to come, lol.

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Anywho, this chapter isn't too long, but it's finally finished so here you go everyone. :)


Sebastian awoke to an annoying beeping sound. He groaned, aggravated that he couldn't pinpoint where the noise was coming from and shut it off.

As soon as he made a move to get up, the pain struck him. He gasped out loud. He could hear footsteps moving towards him as he squeezed his eyes tightly shut. He could hear multiple whispered voices coming from the people surrounding him, but he couldn't make out what they were saying.

Slowly his senses started to come back and he could finally make out the individuals around him. He looked around confused as to where he was and what the hell that annoying sound was.

"He's awake." A familiar voice whispered. He was extremly thankful for the whispering, his head was killing him.

His vision completely cleared and he could see that the voice was coming from Santana. She was sitting next to his bed her hands held tightly in his.

"Tana?" He said confused as to why she was here. He was honestly trying to figure out why he was here. Or where here was. He looked around the room identifying different things. Like that the beeping noise was coming from a machine on his left and that the room reeked of antiseptic. Hospital, his mind supplied him. He remembered now that he was in an accident. And Katie was with him.

"Katie! Where's Katie?"Sebastian suddenly shouted. Temporarily ignoring the pain that spiked through his body.

Katie, who was dozing in the pullout chair next to her mom woke up with a shock. Her eyes zeroing in on her brother sitting up in his bed. Awake. "Bas!" She hopped up off her now wide awake mother and ran towards Sebastian.

Sebastian sighed in relief. Throwing his arms around her with a smile on his face despite the pain running through his body. "Are you okay?" He looked her over taking in the small cuts, and her arm that was in a cast.

"Me? Of course I'm okay. What about you?" She gently touched his face. "Daddy hurt you bad." Her voice now taking on a sad tone.

Sebastian looked at her confused. "Dad?"

"Uh-huh" she nodded.

Sebastian looked around the room in confusion. He was trying to put together what could have possibly happened to him after the accident that Katie witnessed. Their dad wasn't even in the room.

The last thing he remembered was being wheeled into the hospital. And then... Sebastian's eyes widened and the beeping on the heart monitor began to speed up.

"Katie honey, why don't you come with me and we'll go get your brother something to eat." One of the nurses said after looking at Isabelle for confirmation.

"It's okay sweetie. Go on and go with the nice nurse." Isabelle mouthed a quick thank you to the woman as she walked out the door giving the small group of people in the room time to talk. Isabelle moved closer to the bed.

Once the door shut Sebastian looked up at his step-mom. "Where's dad?"

"He's with the police." Isabelle told him calmly as she carded her fingers through his hair.

"The police?!" A thousand different scenarios passed through his head at that thought. Who called the cops? The last thing he actually remembered was pain. His memories were blurry and he was certain at some point in time he had ended up on the floor, but that was all he remembered. He was only aware of his dad being in the room with him, and him being very angry, he had no memory of everyone else arriving. "Why is he with the police?"

"Honey, your dad hurt you." Isabelle said with a raised eyebrow. "Do you remember what happened?" She asked concerned.

Sebastian gave her a confused look. "Sort of, but it's all blurry."

"Do you remember him attacking you?" She asked him. Her hands were rubbing circles across the back of his hand.

"Yes," Sebastian gave her a look. "But that's nothing new, you know that." Sebastian didn't seem to be aware of what he was saying in the room that was currently being occupied by three other people not including himself or his stepmother.

"What do you mean nothing new? Sebastian has this happened before?" Santana asked him, her voice going up several octaves.

Sebastian looked at her in surprise. His eyes looked at her's and slowly looked around the room at the other faces.

He silently cursed and leaned his head back on the pillow closing his eyes. 'This couldn't be happening.' He thought as he tried to remeber when they all got here. They must have witnessed the entire thing. That was more than likely how the police got involved. This wouldn't turn out well for him.

Sebastian opened his eyes back up and looked at the people in the room. His gaze landing on Isabelle. She nodded her head. It was time to let it all out. The secret was no longer a secret. Sebastian sighed. "Yes, this has happened before."

There was no point in lying anymore. His dad was in police custody and he was honestly too tired to even come up with another non believable excuse.

His mind kept going back to what his friends said. They were right. His dad could have really hurt him and it would have been no one's fault but his own. He was too much of a coward to tell.

Santana squeezed his hand in her's. "It's okay babe, you can tell us." Santana soothed him.

"He's been... Disciplining me sense before I can remeber really." He shrugged "It started out pretty small. A couple of shoves here and there, and if I did something really bad maybe a punch. But when I got into middle school it got worse. All of a sudden it didn't matter what I did. He was just always upset with me."

"It got better after he met Isabelle, and I started boarding school in Paris, but whenever I came back home for breaks, or for summer vacation it was right back to normal." He sighed. "It's been happening my whole life, I've gotten used to it."

A sniffle was heard coming from Isabelle. "I'm so sorry that I've let this go on."

"It's not your fault, I could handle it and you couldn't really do much about it anyways, not unless you wanted anything to happen to Katie, and I would have denied it. I wasn't ready to admit it to anyone. I wasn't willing to risk anything going wrong. Besides, you were always there when I needed you." Sebastian squeezed her hand.

"You're going to need to talk to the police." Adrian told Sebastian. His heart ached for the young man who stole his daughters heart.

Sebastian nodded his head. "I know, but I want to choose the officer." He held in a yawn. He was beyond exhausted from everything.

"Who do you know on the force?" Isabelle asked confused.

"He's the step-dad of one of my friends. He's actually a detective now." Sebastian informed them.

"I don't think detectives work these types of cases." Adrian said.

"Yeah, I know. It's a long story, but he'll work the case." Sebastian thought back to the story Eric told him, remembering that Eric told him he could trust his dad. "He'll help, and we'll need it."

"He's right." Isabelle said. "Harold is a well respected attorney, he'll find a way out of this if he can."

"I'll testify if I have to." Santana said. She was still sitting beside him her hand still entangled in his. Trying her best to take everything in. Her boyfriend, the boy she loved was abused. It was almost too much to wrap her head around. Almost. "I was there, I saw what he did to you." She told him with a fierceness to her voice. "He can't get away with this." She told the room full of people, teeth clenched tight in anger. "What's his number?"

"Who's?" Sebastian asked in confusion.

"The detective." Santana replied holding her phone in her hand and preparing to dial.

"Oh, I don't know. I'd have to get it from Eric." Sebastian told her.

"Alright what's Eric's number then?" Santana asked him patiently.

"It's in my phone...wherever that is." His eyes started to drift close, and he quickly opened it. "Sorry guys, I'm a little tired."

"It's fine son, how about you rest for a bit." Adrian said.

Sebastian drifted off to sleep with his hand still clutched in Santana's and Isabelle carding her fingers through his hair. His face still held a scrunched up look from the pain he was feeling, even in his sleep.

Adrian pressed the button on the side of his bed that controlled his morphine, administering him a small dose. Almost instantly the lines of pain disappeared from Sebastian's face.

Santana kissed the top of his head and stepped outside to make the call.

"I know you guys must think I'm a horrible person." Isabelle said to the two remaining adults in the room.

Both Adrian and his wife looked up at Isabelle.

"No, we don't think-" Adrian started before he was interrupted.

"How could you stay with a man like that? A man that abused his son." Maribel said with an edge to her voice. She hadn't known Sebastian long, but she was infuriated at the lady before her.

"Honey-" Adrian said but was once again cut off.

"No, no she's right. I shouldn't have let it go on for as long as it did. I may not have known about it from the beginning, but I still should have stopped it. I shouldn't have let Sebastian convince me otherwise." She wiped at the tears falling down her face.

"You heard what Sebastian said. He wouldn't have admitted to it. I've seen these cases before, it wouldn't have mattered if you told the police. If Sebastian denied it, there was nothing that the police would be able to do." Adrian explained. These situations were always so hard to deal with.

Maribel nodded to her husband. "I'm sorry," she said to Isabel. After all Isabel had a point. It would already be difficult to prove with Sebastian's father being a lawyer, but with Sebastian actually denying it there was no way anything would be done.

"It's alright, I understand" She looked at Adrian, "but I don't know what to do now."

"It's okay. You'll have to talk with the police as well. We'll figure it out from there." Adrian said reassuring her.

"What about the man who ran them off the road?" Maribel asked.

Isabel's eyes widened. With all the commotion she'd completely forgotten that the accident wasn't in fact an accident.

"We'll talk to the detective about that as well." Adrian said with firmness.

Isabel sighed. She felt like a complete failure.

"It's gonna be okay. It's hard to know what to do in these situations." Adrian comforted her.

Isabel nodded her head and gave him a small tentative smile.


Santana had just walked out the door and was waiting impatiently for this Eric kid to answer his phone. In the guys defense it was pretty late at night.

By the fifth ring the phone was finally answered and a groggy half asleep voice was heard. "Hello?"

Santana sighed in relief. "Hey, is this Eric?" She asked even though it was the only logical person it could be.

"Yea," his reply came in the same half awake voice.

"Okay, good. Listen, I know it's late, and you have no idea who this is. I'm Santana, Sebastian's girlfriend." She explained to the kid.

"Oh, um okay. Why is Sebastian's girlfriend calling me at... two a clock in the morning." He asked still confused.

"It's Sebastian, he's in the hospital." Santana said.

"Oh God." Eric gasped, "I knew this would happen." He said cursing silently. "What happened? Is his dad at the hospital with him?"

"Uh, no. I mean yes." Santana groaned. "How about I just tell you what happened." She spent the next few minutes explaining the nights events and finally reached the part of the story where Sebastian's father was involved.

"That son of a bitch." Eric growled. "How's Sebastian doing?"

"He's okay." She peaked through the window. "It looks like he finally fell asleep."

"Okay." He internally groaned as he thought about having to tell Brady about this. "Don't worry I'll talk to my dad about everything. He'll be there in the morning."

Santana sighed in relief. "Thank you" One hurdle taken care of. She heard footsteps coming her way and saw from the corner as Katie and the nurse walked over.

Santana said goodbye to Eric and quickly closed the phone.

"Why are you out here and not with Sebastian?" Katie asked Santana.

"Oh, uh, I had a call to make and I didn't want to wake him up." Santana told the little girl, who was definitely not shy. She stuck her phone in her pocket.

Santana's answer seeming to have sufficed her, she let go of the nurse's hand and grabbed Santana's. "Okay, let's go back inside."

Santana smiled at the nurse and took the proffered cart that held what she could smell was cafeteria food.

"Alright then, let's get in there." Santana said to Katie as the two waked inside.

The door opened and in came Santana. Katie right by her side holding her hand.


Harold sat in a jail cell seething. He couldn't believe that this had happened. How did he end up being the one in jail? His stupid excuse for a son was the one who nearly killed his daughter. He most assuredly deserved the beating he recieved.

"I would appreciate you providing me with my one phone call." Harold bit out at the officers. He'd been sitting in his cell for ages and he refused to wait any longer.

He'd get his phone call and then he'd get out of the stupid cell and he'd make that lousy son of his pay for this humiliation.