The small group headed over to Brett's apartment. There was music, drinks, and a lot of commotion. Tyler felt more of out of place here. He didn't want to drink . . . the whole underage thing. He also didn't want to stay. Dave was trying to introduce Tyler to a lot of girls who were simply drunk off their asses. Tyler didn't want to hook up with anyone . . . after all, he rather have Val.

Dave brought over another girl to the couch where Tyler sat. This time it was a redhead.

"This is my cousin Ty" he managed to say. Dave looked at the girl his arm was draped around. "This here is . . . Cindy."

Tyler got up from his seat. He managed to smile at the intoxicated girl. "Nice to meet you. Excuse me; I have to go to the bathroom."

Tyler set off looking for a bathroom but realized there was a long line. An empty bedroom caught his attention. He looked inside and found a small bathroom. 'Sanctuary!' he cried.



The small group quickly grew into a larger one. Caitie didn't feel so well. She felt tipsy. 'Maybe I'm dehydrated' she thought to herself.

"Hey Brett. I don't feel so good. Is there a place where I can lie down?"

Brett knew exactly where the perfect place would be. "Sure follow me."

Brett led Caitie to an empty bedroom. Caitie quickly lied down on the bed and closed her eyes. She couldn't move. She was so tired and the room wouldn't stop spinning. Brett locked the door and headed towards the bed. He took off his shirt and climbed on top of Caitie. He started kissing her on her neck and passionately kissed her on her lips.

Caitie remained immobile but managed to push him away from her. "What are you doing? Stop" she instructed.

Brett rejected her command and continued to touch her pale skin. He left a trail of kisses from her neck down to her belly button. "Shhh. I'm not doing anything," he replied in between kisses.

Brett continued kissing her while unbuttoning her shirt. He slipped his hand under her tank top and started playing with her belly chain. He began to unbutton his pants and played with Caitie's buttons. Everything that was happening felt surreal. She felt like she was dreaming but had a sickening feeling that she wasn't.

"Brett, stop it. Stop it!" She felt Brett run his hands all across her body.





Tyler finished washing his hands and turned the light off in the bathroom. He opened the door only to see Caitie and Brett on the bed. He felt like an awful for introducing. Brett didn't seem to notice . . . he was busy trying to unhook Caitie's bra. Before Tyler closed the bathroom door, he heard a faint protest from Caitie.

"Stop it Brett. I don't want to do this."

Brett ignored her request. "Sure you do . . ."

"No. . ." Caitie whispered.

Tyler came running from the bathroom and pushed Brett off of Caitie. He pinned him against the wall. Feelings of anger ran through his body. He couldn't control his force. Tyler simply glared.

"Are you trying to rape her?" he managed to question.

Brett grinned. "No. She wanted to do this."

Tyler's EMT training quickly came into play. He went over to a half clothed Caitie and looked into her eyes. She was barely conscious.

"She's on something. What did you give her? What?" he furiously yelled across the room. He took her pulse.

Brett put his shirt over his head. "Just a little something to make her relax!" "Come on dude! She doesn't even drink! How am I supposed to work with that?" he exclaimed.

A look of disbelief crept on Tyler's face. His blue eyes grew icy. "Is this what you guys do? Slip something into a girl's drink and then get off?"

Tyler unbuttoned his shirt and put it around Caitie. He and picked her up and ran out of the apartment. Tyler's cousin Dave was busy making out with some girl in the corner and didn't notice him leave.





Tyler put Caitie in the back seat of her lime green VW Beatle. He covered her up with his shirt and turned the keys in the ignition. After a half an hour on the road, he noticed the time. It's almost five. The sun slowly began to rise.

Tyler finally reached Kingsport and was faced with yet another dilemma. He did not know exactly where to take Caitie. Tyler knew he couldn't very well take her to his house, and he knew that she shouldn't go home like this. 'The station it is.'

Tyler finally approached the EMS station. He quietly carried Caitie inside and set her down carefully on his bunk. Tyler sat on the sofa. He had to do something . . .but didn't know what to do. Tyler wondered if he should call Val or Jamie . . . someone who might be able to handle this situation better then himself. He quickly voted against that idea. 'Maybe Caitie doesn't want them to know yet. She should tell them.' Sleep freed the tired boy of his ceaseless thoughts.