A/N: Okay, I've been on hiatus for a little while now, but I've decided to start writing this sequel to Maybe Someday. I call it Aftermath. It'll probably be short, as sequels go, but I'll try to make it as long as I can. On with the fic!

Aftermath

Chapter One: Group Sessions

                                                Three months after MS ended

            "Come on," Cam said, an annoyed look on his face. Hunter had agreed to go, but he was sure making a show of discontentment.

            "Do we have to?" Hunter asked meekly. He was shaking in his boots. He didn't want to go and tell his story in front of other people. It'd seemed like a good idea when Cam had brought it up, but now that they were there the butterflies in his stomach were beckoning him home.

            Cam threaded their fingers together and drew him towards the double-doors. "If you don't like it after awhile, we can leave. But at least give it a try, okay?"

            Hunter sighed with defeat and nodded. "Okay, okay, I'll do it." He squared his shoulders as if preparing for battle and opened the door. There was a small group of people, about 12 or so, and it made him feel better to see just how small it was. Alright, this isn't so bad. Let's see if I can make it through, he thought, his confidence coming back.

            "Hi, are you new around here?" came a soft voice from a very pretty girl standing nearby. She was wearing black jeans and a hunter green polo shirt that brought out the emerald in her eyes. Her black hair contrasted beautifully with her pale skin.

            "Uh, yeah, kind of," Hunter said nervously, and shuffled his feet. She smiled at him warmly, and stuck out her hand.

            "I'm Rebeckah, but people call me Becka. Welcome to the group," she said to him, her voice low and pleasant. Hunter let go of Cam's hand to shake hers.

            "I'm Hunter and this is my-um boyfriend, Cam," he said quickly, and when Becka flashed the same warm smile at Cam, he relaxed a little bit.

            "Come on in and join us," she said, then turned to address the rest of the group. "Yo, guys, we have a new member!"

            Hunter looked like he was ready to jump out of his skin. He saw a group of mostly girls, and a couple guys as well.

            "So, this is Hunter, and his boyfriend Cam," she said succinctly. "If you want to, you can tell your story, as much or as little as you want. Here we're all one big family and we support each other."

            Hunter cleared his throat. "Well, what happened to me wasn't recent at all. I didn't even remember it until the nightmares started." The words were beginning to pour out more comfortably when he saw a few girls nod sympathetically.

            "I didn't know what to do. I really only confided in Cam at that point. But I didn't want to be touched, and I wanted it to be just a nightmare. They started coming more frequently, and I realized that they weren't going away. I don't know what I would've done if Cam hadn't been there. It all came around to a weird circle in the end, because… well, the one who raped me was the natural son in my first foster family. I came to them when I was about 3 or so. Jake was older than me by a few years, and I still remember the first time so clearly… Anyway, Jake came back in town recently, and was about to rape one of my friends. He kept really good journals of his exploits, so after my friend got away and called the police, they had loads on him. That's about it." He cleared his throat again and fidgeted in his seat.

            A girl with light brown hair and tawny gold eyes spoke up. "Hey Hunter, I'm Sara. I was raped by my uncle when I was around 10. It was the most horrible experience of my life, and I'm still trying to get through it. All I could remember was being asleep, and then waking up with his hand down my pajamas. I had nightmares for a long time after that. He swore me to secrecy, saying that if I wouldn't have flaunted myself earlier that day it would never have happened. I believed him at the time. That's when I started cutting," she paused to roll up her sleeves. There were faint white scars all along her arms. "One day my mother walked into the bathroom and caught me doing it. She wanted to know why. I said that I couldn't tell her, that I'd promised. 'Promised who?' she asked me. I was shaking, but eventually I told her about Uncle Jimmy and what he did. She didn't believe me at first, but gradually, after the shock had passed, she reported it to the police. But Daddy… just couldn't believe his brother would do that. I keep trying not to think that I was the cause of their divorce, but I know what happened to me played a part. Daddy called recently, Becka, and he cursed me out, called me a little slut. I couldn't believe it. I hung up on him, but—oh I don't know. It just happened the other day." A tear rolled down her cheek.

            Becka walked around to her and hugged her from behind. "It was never your fault. That's one thing you have to remember is that it was not your fault. It was your uncle's fault. I'm sorry what your father said hurt you."

            Sara leaned back into the hug for a moment before drawing away. Her face contorted with anger. "I hate them. My father should've killed the bastard, but instead he's siding with him. I just can't believe it. He resents me so much, and I hate him for it!" She started sobbing at which point two other girls grabbed her hands to comfort her.

            "It is okay, Sara. It'll be okay," said a girl who resembled a pixie. She had short red hair that was spiky around her face, and was no taller than five feet.

            Hunter by this time had been sucked into the group dynamics and felt for the girl immensely. "It's not your fault that your dad sucks," he said softly, causing Sara to laugh-hiccup.

            "I almost wish my experiences had been painful," said another girl. Her skin was a golden color and her ash-blonde hair fell in beautiful waves to her waist. "It felt good, a lot of what he, my brother, did. That's what makes me feel so bad. Mama still said that it wasn't my fault but… I mean, sometimes he made me beg for it, used the pleasure to cause me that much more shame. I still don't remember everything he did to me." She stopped her story, and leaned so far back into the chair that she looked as if she wanted to disappear. Her cheeks were flushed and her blue-grey eyes were teary.

            "Shi, it wasn't your fault that what he did felt good," Becka said soothingly. She leaned forward and put her elbows on her knees. "A lot of what Pete, my neighbor's son," she explained to Hunter, "did felt good to me too. You have to remember that whatever happened wasn't your choice, and what felt good was your body's natural response."

            The meeting went on, and Hunter opened up a little more, but not by much. He still felt wary, as if someone were going to jump up and point at him saying, "It's your fault!"

            As Hunter and Cam made their way out, Becka stopped them. "Here are some pamphlets and my number. We're in the process of developing a buddy system, so that we'll all have someone to talk to, any time of the day or night. Next time we'll be picking names from a hat, and then we'll trade numbers. If you need anything until then, call me. All the members have my number in case of an emergency."

            Hunter smiled at her a little. "Thank you, I appreciate it. I'll see you—wait when is the next meeting?"

            Becka laughed. "Same time next week. If there's a change in schedule, the calendar inside the pamphlet will let you know. See you!" and with that she jogged to the girl named Shi.

            Cam and Hunter walked silently for awhile before Hunter said, "Thank you," with a tremor in his voice.

            Cam put his arm around Hunter's waist and said, "No problem. I have a feeling that this is going to help you."

            They got to Hunter's house, and Cam kissed him tenderly, nibbling Hunter's bottom lip teasingly. "Go on, get some rest. I'll talk to you tomorrow."

            Hunter nodded and smiled at Cam, giving a small wave and going inside. He got out a coke and sipped it as he thought over the meeting with the other survivors. Cam's right, this'll probably help me he thought, and sighed heavily.

            Later that night, Hunter tossed his covers off in his sleep, tossing and turning agitatedly.

            ~Jake was doing it again. He crept silently into Hunter's bedroom, and Hunter once again tried to pretend to be asleep. A hand covered his mouth, and the other ripped down his pajama bottoms. By this time Hunter knew that to cooperate made it hurt less, and whimpered when Jake fondled him. He felt himself growing hard, and how good it felt made him feel even worse.

            Jake continued this for a few minutes until he couldn't wait anymore. He tugged his boxers down, and his erection jutted forward. Hunter couldn't help tensing in anticipation of the pain, but this time was different.

            Jake stuck a finger in his mouth and slid it through Hunter's entrance. It hurt a little bit, but felt pretty good. Soon, another and then yet another finger was added, preparing him for Jake's large penis.

            Jake entered him, and this time it still hurt, but felt incredible. He moaned as Jake hit a spot in him that made him tingle with pleasure all throughout his body. Jake grinned nastily at him, and thrust faster and faster until he came, and he jacked Hunter off until he came as well, making him flush with shameful pleasure.

            Unbeknownst to Jake, the door had opened a crack, enough to see Jake's father looking in while Jake had been thrusting into Hunter. Hunter had seen and hoped that it would stop then, but when an eerily similar look came into his foster father's eyes, Hunter knew that all hope was lost.~

Okay, that's the end of chapter one. Hope you liked it. Please review! They make me feel so much better! I'll get chapter two out as soon as my must will let me. Blessed be, Chero