Snapped

"Wakey wakey." Punk tapped Jeremy's face harshly, crouching down in front of him where the boy was tied up to a chair in the centre of his living room.

"W-What?" Jeremy lifted his head, coming round from unconsciousness, the first thing he saw was Punk's face, which was incredibly scary, and then he saw another man standing over behind him along with Jude's sister, "Wait… you… you're Jude's sister. The crazy one." He pointed.

"Yeah… Jude." Punk nodded, grabbing Jeremy by the chin and pushing his neck back, standing up, "You know her? You know all about her?" He questioned.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jeremy asked with fear, trying to get out of the chair he had been tied to, obviously when he was unconscious.

"What? Am I doing something you don't like?" Punk spat, "Something you want me to stop doing?" He asked as Dean and Thea looked over.

"Yes. Please stop it." Jeremy begged, frightened to death as Punk let go and backed up, "What the hell is this?" Jeremy looked over at them, "What do you want? Just… just take whatever money you want-"

"Money?" Punk questioned, "You think I want money from you?" He screwed his face up, "I want a fucking explanation!" He hissed, punching Jeremy across the face as Thea and Dean both heard a crunch, cringing a little, but… not doing anything to stop it.

"And then after I get my explanation…" Punk crouched back down in front of Jeremy whose nose was bleeding onto the carpet as he slumped over the side of the chair, "After I get my explanation, I want your fingers, I want your toes, I want your tongue, your eyes… ears." Punk said as Thea looked over.

Was this the dad who got imprisoned for eight years? Was this the side of him he kept hidden from his family? The side only her uncle and mother knew. The dad who made bad decisions with bad people?

"Who else lives here?" Punk stood back up as Jeremy lifted his head.

"No one." Jeremy answered, dazed from the punch as Thea looked at his bloody face. She thought she would enjoy this, but the more she watched, the more it began to scare her.

"So why did you take Jude to a different location? To cover your ass?" Punk spat.

"What are you talking about?" Jeremy whined, "What's going on here?"

"Why'd you do it?" Punk shook his head, "Huh?" He asked, circling Jeremy like a vulture.

"Do what?" Jeremy shook his head, "Why are you doing this to me?" He questioned.

"You know what you did." Punk spat, "You invited Jude to that party, you knew she had a boyfriend and you're only solution was to drug her unconscious." He said.

"I didn't do anything-"

"You raped her!" Punk yelled, grabbing him by the throat as Thea jumped a little. She really didn't recognise her father like this. He was doing his own thing. He was in his own planet. And she couldn't help wonder if this was the dad she lost to prison twice in her life.

"What? No I didn't." Jeremy gasped as Punk loosened his grip on his throat a little, "I didn't touch Jude."

"You follow her and you stalk her." Thea added as Punk gripped Jeremy's throat.

"I just… I like her." Jeremy said, "I think she's a good artist and she's… she's really pretty but-"

"Shut up!" Punk yelled, not wanting to hear him say anything like that about Jude.

"I didn't do anything." Jeremy whined, "I was with another girl that night. I was with Kirsty." He gasped.

"What?" Thea shook her head.

"You're fucking lying." Punk spat. Of course, he had it in his head that this was the guy who had assaulted his daughter. He had his mind on that and nothing else, so the possibility that Jeremy was innocent just wasn't registering.

"I'm not. I swear. I was with Kirsty. We left Jude at the bar. I didn't see her again." Jeremy shook his head.

"You're fucking lying!" Punk yelled, punching Jeremy again with frustration as Thea jumped.

"Dad." Thea said with concern whilst Dean stayed out of it, spectating only, "Dad, what if it's… what if it's not him?"

"It's him." Punk shook his head.

"Hey!" Cassie called, walking into Thea and Dominic's house with her backpack, "Thea?" She called, walking through to the kitchen where Dominic was standing, tossing is phone down on the table with frustration, "Hey." Cassie said suspiciously.

"Hey, Cassie." Dominic said, stressed out as Thea wouldn't answer her phone.

"I uh… I came to see Jude." Cassie said, "Are you ok?"

"Yeah… Yeah, I'm fine. Jude is upstairs." Dominic said, "Would you hold the fort here. I gotta… I gotta go do something." He said, grabbing his phone and keys.

"Wait… Dominic…" Cassie called, watching him rush down the hall and out of the house as she sighed to herself.

Unfortunately, her mother had sat her down this morning and told her about Jude and what had happened. Like everybody else, shock was the immediate reaction. She really wasn't sure what she could do to help her sister.

She left the kitchen, walking upstairs with her backpack and heading through to Thea's bedroom where Jude was currently residing.

Cassie walked in, looking over at Jude sitting up in bed, her teddy bear beside her whilst the TV played across from her.

"Hey, Jude." Cassie said quietly as Jude turned her head.

"It's like a damn revolving door up here." Jude shook her head as Cassie gulped, "You're lucky you're my favourite." She nodded as Cassie smiled. She was naturally closer to Jude than she was Thea due to the age. And Jude had a soft spot for Cassie, not just because she was the baby of the family, but they had very similar personalities.

"It looks like no one is even in the house right now." Cassie shook her head, sitting up on the bed beside Jude, taking her backpack off.

"Good. Some peace and quiet." Jude smiled, "You didn't have to come see me." She nudged Cassie's arm. Even with all the pain and emotions she was dealing with, she still wanted to protect her sister from this incident and all the hurt that came with it.

"I wanted to." Cassie nodded, "And I brought you some things." She said, unzipping her backpack as Jude watched, "Mom said you've been resting and watching TV so I figured maybe you could use a break from that." She said, taking out the sketch pads and pencils from the bag as Jude raised her eyebrows.

"Hey… you didn't buy this for me, did you?" Jude sat up a little. She knew how expensive the sketch pad and pencils were that she'd brought.

"Well mom and dad give me money cause I was supposed to be going to the movies yesterday but we just stayed instead, so I had spare money left over. I suppose I should have gave it back but they won't notice." Cassie shrugged, "I thought you could maybe do some of your drawings." She nodded as Jude smiled.

"To be honest, I don't know what I'd draw." Jude shook her head, taking the large sketch pad and looking at it. It was the first time she'd looked at a canvas, a piece of blank paper, and had not a single clue what to draw. She felt like her mind was fried.

"Maybe something will come to you." Cassie nodded, "It's here if you wanna pick up and do something." She shrugged as Jude smiled.

"Thank you for bringing me this." Jude nodded as Cassie shrugged.

"I know how much you say it makes you happy." Cassie nodded, "Figured this might go down better than a hug." She said as Jude smiled.

"I'm still accepting hugs if you want." Jude said as Cassie nodded, kneeling up and wrapping her arms around her big sister.

"Hey, maybe you could sketch me a tattoo." Cassie pulled back from the hug as Jude smiled.

"You're fifteen." Jude scoffed, "Plus, I thought your first tattoo was gonna be the dragon?"

"Yeah, I guess." Cassie nodded, "I don't know where I want it, though. Maybe on my ankle." She wiggled her feet back and forth, looking at her ankles as Jude smiled.

"Just don't get it on the bottom of your back." Jude nodded.

"What do you take me for?" Cassie scoffed as Jude smiled, holding the sketch pad in her hands, running her hand over the first blank page and sighing to herself. Her brain felt as blank as the paper, yet too messy to explain to anyone.

"Dad! Stop it!" Thea yelled.

"Ok, buddy. That's enough." Dean pulled Punk back, using all his strength to do so, "That's enough!" Dean yelled, pushing Punk back who stumbled back from Jeremy, his bloody fists still clenched.

"Oh my God." Thea cried, placing her hand over her mouth as she saw Jeremy's face, looking over at her father who didn't even look phased, "What is wrong with you?!" Thea screamed as Punk looked across at her.

Punk shook Dean away from him, looking on at Jeremy and stumbling to the side towards Thea, "You wanted a front row ticket." Punk told her before walking past her and leaving the house as Thea shook her head.

"Phil." Dean snapped, going after Punk as Thea looked over at Jeremy who was slouched on the chair with a bloody face. After countless times of Jeremy insisting he wasn't anywhere near Jude at the party, and had actually gone home with Kirsty, Punk still never backed down.

"Phil!" Dean yelled angrily, running out of the house.

"What?!" Punk yelled back, turning around, wiping the blood that was on his hands onto his jeans.

"I'm not letting you go off all hot like this." Dean said, "That kid in there didn't do this."

"You don't know that." Punk said frantically.

"He was with someone else. He has an alibi." Dean said, "He didn't do this to Jude. He's just a weird kid who… who had a crush on her." He shook his head, "He didn't rape her." He said as Punk crouched down, clasping his hands over his mouth and cursing to himself.

"Hey!" Dominic ran down the street as Dean turned around, "Hey, it's not him. It's not him." He said breathlessly.

"Little late, pal." Dean said stressfully.

"I was calling Thea all night. I spoke to Kirsty, Jude's roommate… she was with Jeremy that night. It can't be him." Dominic shook his head, noticing the blood on Punk's hands, "What the hell happened?" He questioned, "Where is Thea?" He asked, wandering into the house worriedly.

Punk stood back up straight and began to walk away.

"Phil!" Dean yelled, "Where the hell you going? Come fix this!" He shouted, watching his brother walk off down the dark street, shaking his head and rubbing his hands over his face.

He walked back into the house, making his way into the living room where Thea and Dominic had untied Jeremy and were cleaning his face, helping him and cleaning his face up. It appeared they might have gotten it wrong. It may have been the wrong timing for Jeremy, but that didn't make this ok.

"I'm so sorry." Thea whispered, looking at Jeremy who was lying on the couch, barely conscious.