Happy New Year! Hope you had a great 2011. Gee whiz, can't wait till 2012 (THE YEAR OF DOOM, AND GCSE'S)

But you guys already knew that ;)

Enjoy!

Jared

I arrive home as quickly as possible, and shuffle through the pocket of my jeans until I find my house keys. Swinging the door open, I pounce through the threshold like a madman.

"Mom?" I call loudly, the small hallway doing little to echo my voice. "Mom?"

The door to the living room swings open with a bang, and Mom is staring at me under the frame. "What?" Her eyes are ringed with mascara, and her long brown hair falls down her back in straight tendrils. She looks normal, albeit a little OTT with the racoon eyes. Mom's always been a looker. Unfortunately the fact that she's not hard on the eyes means that alot of creeps tend to flock to her.

And Mom's certainly never refused attention from anybody.

"Are..." I start to ask her if she's okay. The thing is, I've paid a visit to Rachel's, to see if everyone is okay. And I'm still paranoid that Chrys is gonna pull a hell of a fucked up kidnapping my family. But the minute I see Mom, thoughts like, why the fuck do you even bother with her, man? Start cropping up in my head. Especially now that she's okay.

"Never mind." I sigh, and wrench my coat off, fling it onto the stairwell and start to go upstairs. Thing is, as soon as I take of my coat, I catch a scent in the air, and all of a sudden, Isa's fragrance, like lime and something else, something so beautiful, it's like heroine to me, takes over my already crowded thoughts.

God, last night was fucking incredible. I can still hear Isa's moans in my ear, the way her naked body pressed against my naked body, and her curves fit into my hardness, and the way her sweet smelling, honey coloured hair fell across my skin, and how her golden skin was almost illuminated by the morning light, and how I just wanted to curl up against her, instead of leave through her window early today...

Fuck. Just fuck.

"Yo, bitch." Gabe's voice calls from below, and he doesn't banish my thoughts exactly, about Isa, but manages to calm Mini-Jared down from his previous swollen state.

I turn around. "What the fuck do you want old man?"

Gabe is standing behind my Mom, one hairy hand on her hip, and the other is clenched in her hair, pulling her head to the side. Mom sighs, leaning into him, but Gabe isn't paying any attention to her, his hard eyes are on me, and I spot the giant ugly bruise on Mom's neck that was now uncovered by her hair.

Gabe's eyes flicker with mirth, his lips pull into a sneer, as he releases Mom's hair and trails his fingers over her bruise. "You were warned. Chrys fucking warned you not to shit all over his offer. You think I don't know how rejected his proposition? Imma fuck your Mom for that alone, boy-O."

Mom giggles, as Gabe starts to run his fingers over her shirt.

My eyes narrow. "Let go of her, you dirty bastard."

"I don't want to." Gabe says.

"Let go of her, before I fucking kill you." I snarl.

"Maybe," Gabe sneers, delicately running his mouth down Mom's throat, "you should have thought about this before rejecting Chrys' offer."

I charge down the stairs, wrench Mom off Gabe, and throw a punch in the old man's gut, watching as he groans and falls back against the wall. Mom screams, and I ignore her, in disgust. I'm fucking sick of this.

The doorbell rings, but I ignore it, and aim a kick into Gabe's balls, laughing when he curls in on himself.

"Why aren't you defending yourself, huh old man?" I snarl. "Too weak? You gonna paw at my Mom now?"

"No." Gabe wheezes. "I'm the fucking distraction, you stupid idiot."

The bell rings again, and when I don't answer, I hear angry voices from behind the barrier of the door. They sound familiar, but...

Turning from Gabe, who's clutching his ribs and wheezing on the floor, I wrench open the door, ready to throw some kind of a punch or kick at the first bastard that I see.

But the people standing in front of me, stop me short.

Isa's brothers.

And all of a sudden, it's like someone from above it kicking me in the fucking balls, for being caught off guard so quickly, because the next thing I know, I'm being wrenched from the doorway, and pushed against the patio walls.

One of the twins, pushes his face into mine. "You fucking bastard," he snarls. "What the fuck have you done with our fucking sister?"