A/N: Hey everyone! I really did want to get this up sooner but (un)surprisingly it is very difficult to write conflict that you've never actually experienced. Who knew? haha I want to thank you all for the reviews! There were so many! I love it! I'm sorry the story is heading in this direction, but what kind of fun is a story without drama? So enjoy, and let me know what you think! Thanks! :D

Also! I don't think I've mentioned it yet, but uponarainbow and I wrote a smutty oneshot together! It's called Shock To Your System (under the author wheredidtherainbowgo) and it's based on two drawings I did that you can see on my tumblr, mistersara-ladyjean, under the 'Fanart' tag! We love hearing all of your feedback, so check it out!

Sara's POV

The shock sends me toppling off of Tegan and onto the hard wood floor with a painful thunk as I land on my tailbone. My limbs clamber to find my bra and shirt, desperate to cover myself before the big blow out. Tegan still hasn't a clue what is going on by the time I've got my bra clasped on and she slowly sits up, hugging the hoodie to her front.

"Sara, what's wrong?" She asks, panicking and looking all over the room, except for behind her.

I glance over to her mom, staring daggers into Tegan's back, and she opens her mouth into a horrific sneer. "Tegan Rain Quin!" She bellows, her shrieking voice booming through the entire basement and I look back to Tegan, the most painful, terrified expression spreading across her features. It's enough to break my heart, but I know it will be nothing compared to how she'll look once her mum actually starts yelling.

Tegan struggles to get the zipper up to make herself decent before she gets to her feet and slowly turns around, preparing her explanation, but I think it's quite obvious there isn't a good one and shit is about to hit the fan, big time. I slip my hoodie on and move in front of Tegan, shielding her as her mum storms down the stairs, her body tense with rage.

"What the fuck do you two think you're doing?!" She screams, stomping right up into our faces. I see Tegan flinch out of the corner of my eye and know she's using every ounce of self control she has to not start bawling. This was her worst nightmare coming true, and it was all my fault, but there had to be a way I could still save her. I step fully in front of Tegan, grabbing her trembling hands in mine and force us to take a step back. I didn't know what was going to happen next, but I'll be damned if this woman lays a finger on my Tegan.

The fire in her eyes flickers and she eyes me up and down, recognition slowly setting in as she remembers me as the girl from the hockey game. Her nostrils flare and she shoots her glare down to our connected hands. "Get your hands off my daughter, you dyke!"

"Mum," Tegan whimpers, sounding like a puppy that was just stepped on. She squeezes my hands tighter, looking for support. I don't need to see her face to know she's already begun crying. "Just let me explain." She begs.

I want to turn around and plead to Tegan to not even try, and risk making things worse. Her mum clearly saw me half naked and sweaty, straddling her daughter. What was she going to say, that we were studying anatomy for science class?

"Explain?!" She shrieks, and then her body relaxes as she sneers. "Please Tegan, enlighten me on what it was you could have possibly been doing with this ...thing!"

Oh hell no. I could handle people silently not agreeing with who I couldn't help falling in love with but to say that I was less than every one else, let alone not even human, was something I couldn't tolerate. I like to think of myself as a pacifist, but there were some things I couldn't hold myself back from reacting to. I drop Tegan's hand and raise my fist, reeling back, ready to clock her right in the jaw, but Tegan stops me. Curling her fingers around my bicep, she pulls my arm down, placing it back at my side.

"Sara, please." Tegan utters softly, and I let my muscles loosen. I really don't want to make things any more worse for her, but her mother saw what my intentions were and her anger boils over again.

"Get the fuck out of my house." She spits, grabbing a handful of my hoodie and jerking me forward violently. I try not to show my fear as she breathes in my face with hot breath. "If I ever see you anywhere near my daughter again, or in any type of contact with her, you will be sorry. Do you understand me?"

I contemplate my next move while watching the scorn increase on this woman's face. I can't leave Tegan to suffer the consequences on her own but the longer I stay, the worse those consequences will be. I turn around, finally getting a look at Tegan's face. I've never seen such a painful sight. Tears are steadily streaming down her cheeks from her widened, frightened eyes. I give her trembling hand a squeeze and wipe some of the tears away, hoping I don't feel a blow to the head from Tegan's mum's fist. I look Tegan in the eye and try to smile like I believe everything will turn out just fine. "What do you want me to do?" I ask.

"Uhm.." Tegan swallows loudly, flicking her nervous pupils back and forth between us, no doubt heavily conflicted. She licks her lips, preparing to answer when there's a feral growl from behind me and I feel myself being whipped backwards, towards the stairs. I stumble over my feet, losing my balance, but I still continue to be dragged along.

"Mum! Stop!" Tegan cries out, rushing over to help me up.

I wince as my elbow knocks against the wooden step, but eventually I manage to regain my footing. Tegan grabs my wrist and pulls, making me wince again as they play tug of war with my limbs.

"Mum, please! I love her!" Tegan screams, and just like that, everyone stops.

Her mum and I turn around in unison, breathing heavily and startled by the foreign, tragic sound. I wrench myself from the painful clench on my upper arm and into Tegan's arms. "You do?" I ask with a stupid grin. This isn't quite how I imagined this would go, but I'm so ecstatic Tegan is saying it first. She smiles shyly, looking to her bare feet, and nodding.

"Oh Tee, I love you too. So much. I promise I won't let your parents keep us apart, okay baby?" I smile and push her hair back, kissing her on the forehead.

She blushes and flashes me that gummy grin. And in that moment I truly know nothing will keep us from being together in the end. It might not be easy or painless, but I won't break my promise.

I'm ripped away again and Tegan lets me go, terrified that her mum didn't make a sound after Tegan confessed her love. I'm terrified as well. A world of hurt has to be awaiting Tegan once I'm thrown out the door and utterly helpless.

We reach the front door and I'm pushed out, forced to trip over my feet and I land against the cold, rough concrete. I grit my teeth as I feel my cheek scrape against it, breaking the skin there as well as on the heels of my palms, having hoping to brace me for the fall.

I sit up on my knees and wipe my cheek with my fingertips, finding droplets of crimson blood mixed with salty tears that I didn't even know were falling. I stand to my feet and wipe my bloody palms on my jeans as the tears fall faster and my shoulders quake with sobs. I didn't have a clue as how to keep my promise to Tegan, and it crushed me. I was hopeless against her bible-thumping parents.

I wheel my bike away from the garage and swing my leg over the seat, positioning myself. A choked sob escapes me when I peddle past her dad pulling into the driveway.

Tegan's POV

If it's possible for an eighteen year old to suffer a heart attack, I'm about to have one. My worst nightmare is unfolding before me that I can't wake up from and it's bound to only get worse.

My mum slams the door shut and I slowly back away towards the stair case leading upstairs, dreading the punishment coming for me. How could I have been so careless?

I drop my shoulders and hang my head, hiding my face behind my long bangs. I hear the clack of my mum's heels that she didn't have time to take off yet against the hardwood floor.

"You look at me right now, Tegan Rain." She hisses sternly.

I straighten up and square my jaw, preparing for the blow. She flattens her hand and brings her open palm to my cheek. A loud crack fills the tall entryway and I bite my lip to stifle the painful cry creeping up my throat. I blink back the tears, hating that I'm so weak, and look up to my mum.

She crosses her arms over her chest and sets her jaw, looking pissed and exhausted. "How could you even fathom doing something like this?" She rubs her eyes and takes a deep breath, waving me away. "I don't even want to look at you right now. Get your ass up to your room. Your father can deal with you."

I silently nod and trudge upstairs. My mum had a shorter temper than my dad, but his anger could shoot through the roof when provoked enough. I can only pray that he stays late enough at work tonight that I can sleep this off first.

I collapse onto my bed and let out a deep, shaky sigh. My phones buzzes in my pocket and I roll onto my back, opening the text from Sara. "I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

I chuckle sadly and hit the reply button. "No. Are you?" I type back.

"Not really. We'll be okay though. Love conquers all, right?" She responds.

A small smile creeps up as I exhale and pull the hoodie further up on my shoulders and tug the hood back over my head. I wanted to believe Sara, I really did, but I didn't see how we'd be okay. My parents will do anything in their power that they can to keep us apart. We would only be able to see each other in school and since we still weren't out there, we couldn't really be together. Our only option was to wait until college, and I hadn't even had the chance to ask Sara if she wanted to move to Vancouver with me yet.

"I hope so." I tell her and snuggle into my sheets and hoodie, with Sara's scent back on it form earlier. I'm pretty sure if we wouldn't have gotten caught, we would have gone all the way but now, a very small part of me is glad that didn't happen. It's obvious Sara is special, especially to me, and I don't want our first time to be rushed in a basement.

I focus on the random shapes in the ceiling, waiting for Sara to answer back, when I hear the front door shut and the raised voices of my parents. I can't make out what they're saying, but I also don't want to. I curl up, hugging my knees to my chest and think about Sara, trying to drown out their voices. Her smile, her silly hair, her cute little nose, her laugh, her slight lisp, her body... I really do love her, I just wish my parents could understand that there's nothing wrong with that and it's not going to change, but I know that day will never come.

I hear the creak of heavy footsteps and then the sound of my doorknob slamming into the wall from my dad barging in, unannounced. I quietly sob and sit up. He's breathing loudly, and I can practically feel the heated anger radiating from his body. I stare down at my legs, too afraid to look at him.

"What on earth were you thinking, Tegan?! Your mother is absolutely hysterical. Do you enjoy hurting her like this?!" He bellows, bringing his palm against his thigh with a deafening crack.

I slowly shake my head, still unable to look up any further past his knees. I don't see his hand coming as it grips my cheeks tightly, his fingertips sinking into the flesh and pulling upward, causing me to look at him. I blink back the tears as I stare into his disgusted, ashamed eyes.

"Look at me while I am talking to you. After everything your mother and I have done and provided you, this is how you decide to thank us? Bringing that girl into this house.. Violating everything we taught you.. I won't tolerate it. From now on you are to go to school and be home no later than 3:15. If you are even one minute late, there will be Hell to pay. We will take you to any hockey or school activities you have, and we'll also be having a little chat about you going to UBC next year once your mother has calmed down. Now give me your phone." He holds out his open palm.

I reach for my phone, lit up from an unopened text from Sara, terrified. There were hundreds of texts in there from her along with countless photos of us. I set it down in his hand and watch as he walks over to my desk, muttering angrily about how he should have sent me to private school and been more strict. He snatches up my laptop and looks around the room, trying to find anything else I could use to keep in contact with Sara.

"iPod?" He asks shortly when he doesn't see it out in the open, tapping his foot against the floor.

I slide off the bed and drag myself to my backpack sitting by my butterfly chair. I reach in and pull it out, tugging the headphones out of it first and hand it over. I head back towards my bed when he wraps his large hand around my arm, forcing me to look at him.

"We'll be having a chat with Father Jared before church in the morning. Make sure you're ready to go by 7. Got it?" He searches my face disappointedly, looking for any kind of sign that I'm going to betray him, or God, anymore while I nod in understanding. Apparently satisfied, he leaves my room with my things and the thundering reverberation of my slamming door.

I crawl back into my bed, the sobs wracking through my body harder than they ever have before. What was I going to do now?