Yolo! I have been gone for quite a while, huh? Yeah sorry everyone, school has kept me very busy this semester but most of my homework load for the weekend I've managed to get done so yeah. Here I am! Um, since I'm still a little tired from school I won't say much but thank you for the overall support for this story and enjoy this new chapter! Spoiler: It's centered mostly around someone we haven't seen in this story for quite a while! Again, thank you to everyone for the support and reviews, totally appreciate it! Disclaimer: I don't own anything, apart from the plot that is! Other than that, BTR is so not mine! Sorry for the short chapter; I'm very tired, but hopefully during the weekend I can write a longer chapter!

'This isn't over.'

Another night in the dark. Another night behind these walls, awaiting trial.

Shane Diamond was sick of it. He wasn't suppose to be here. He was suppose to with James, making sure he was okay. From what Shay has passed on to him via letters, his baby brother has a boyfriend.

'You can't abandon me, James. You belong to me.' Shane slammed his fist against the nearest wall, ignoring how the brown skin of his hand started to turn a sickly red in color.

He rose from his bed and clutched at the bars of his cell, sliding to the floor and clenching his teeth so tightly that any harder and they'd cut into the corners of his mouth.

'I should have killed you when I had the chance to. You fucking whore, you can't move on from me!' Another punch to the nearest wall, though this one left a small dent in the shape of sharp, thin knuckles.

'I'm the only person you've ever slept with! You don't forget your first time, Jamie! You don't forget who you had your first sex experience with! How dare you think this is over?!'

Shane's eyes weren't a light hazel-green but pitch black, pitch black as a night with a new moon. His facial expression was grunt: he had grown some stubble after weeks of not shaving, his face looked hallow while his hair was still a short, messy tangle.

He looked the same as he did roughly a year ago, but his eyes...his eyes read nothing but hatred and lust. A lust for revenge.

'You think you can get away with this, well you won't. I'll get out of here, I'll find you and corner you and then you'll be sorry. I'll make you plea for mercy, then I'll treat you like the stupid slut you are! It was your fault I was raped, James. It was all your fault, so for the rest of your life you'll pay for what YOU did to me! I have Shay, the moron bought my sob story and is on my side; he broke out of this hell-hole to be my eyes on you. When I give him the signal then you'll be very sorry, James. You'll regret ever letting me get put away in here. I'll make sure you regret it, and I'll make you pay. I'll torture you until all you want is to die, and then I'll film it. I'll get my hands on you and have your precious boyfriend see you suffer; he'll get to see your face and eyes as you die. You and I are meant to be together, and if I have to kill you then kill myself...then that's the price I'm willing to pay.' At this Shane smiled cruelly, running one hand though his hair.

He and his brother were born together, even if technically James came around an hour later. They were born together, they were meant to always be together even in death. He loved his baby brother, his little Jamie. He loved him very much and if he thought he could move on with that Knight bastard, then he was seriously mistaken. The only person that will have James is Shane himself. They were twins, after all; they were meant to stay together, to share a special connection no one else could have.

'And so, I just have to wait. I have to wait until after the trial, then...then you'll know what it's like to have everything you love ripped away from you, Jamie. You took away my freedom, so I'll take your life.'

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Shay took a sharp intake of breath as his eyes flew open and he bolted up into a sitting position.

His body was soaked in sweat, a chill running down his spine. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to calm his racing heart, tears shining in his eyes.

'Oh my God...J-James!'

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"Gah!" James woke up with a start, bed empty apart from him and his room heavy with shadows. He was gasping if recovering from a near-drowning experience, soft hazel-green eyes going a violent golden-red in a mixture of shock and fear. He was soaked to the bone in sweat, though the cold pressing itself against the glass of his bedroom window made a chill run down his spine.

James closed his eyes and took three long, deep breaths to calm himself down, body shaking from suppressed sobs.

He was alone tonight. He had Kendall go home, saying he needed to rest himself and that he'll be okay for the night, so he was all alone. The only sources of comfort he had was the charm bracelet around his wrist and Logan's snowman plush tucked under his pillow.

It was chilly outside, clear from the foggy glass. Despite the fog however James squinted his eyes to look through the window, as if the dark, barren neighborhood was something better to ponder over than the sudden jump from a peaceful sleep.

He couldn't explain it, but something had shocked him awake. It wasn't the cold; he had heavy blankets wrapped around him. It wasn't a bad dream; he's done his best, thanks to therapy, to keep his mind blank of negative thoughts when contemplating sleep.

If it wasn't the cold or a bad dream, then what spooked him out of slumber-land?

He shivered as a voice his subconscious always tried to evade remembering suddenly broke out of the mental block and echoed in his left ear, light tears shining in his eyes.

Shane.

'S-Shane...'

"You can't nor will ever abandon me, baby brother. You can't abandon me; wherever you go, I will be there. No matter who is with you, I won't be far away. You can't abandon me, because YOU belong to ME."