Dean recognized Dylan, but he didn't care. What's he going to do, he thought to himself. The thoughts of what Dylan could do to Dean raced through his head. I could kill him now. I could go right over to him right now. No one's stopping me, thought Dylan. But something kept him from doing so. He wasn't sure what it was as he watched as Dean had the puck. Dylan quickly made his way over to Dean and hit the puck so hard he swore the hockey stick cracked. Dean just watched as the puck flew out of control. He stared intently into Dylan's eyes and Dylan did the same. The game was whizzing around them, but neither seemed to notice. Both sides of the crowd started to wonder why each team's star players were standing in the middle of the game as everyone whirled around trying to avoid colliding into the two.

"Let's go Dean! Pick it up!" screamed Bardell's coach. Dean didn't seem to notice. He waited for Dylan to make his move.

Dylan decided now was not the time. He played the hardest game he ever did. Teammates questioned his motivation. As the rest of Degrassi was celebrating their win, Dylan slipped out of the locker room. Where am I going to find him he questioned himself. More importantly, when he found him, what was he going to do? He walked through the double doors of the gym lobby into the parking lot. Because of the closeness of schools Bardell players were allowed to drive. Remembering that this was how Degrassi-Bardell games have always been, Dylan hoped to find Dean. He still didn't know what he was going to do. The calmer part of him wanted to just leave and call the police. But how could he? He had no evidence. They would laugh at him and his horrible accusations. But just because Dylan was gay, did not mean he didn't have a violent side. Being gay, forced Dylan to stick up for himself. He got into a good number of fights and didn't let people push him around. Or his little sister.

Scanning the parking lot Dylan spotted Dean getting into his car. Dylan ran over and caught the door right before Dean slammed it. No look of surprise crawled across Dean's face. He turned his head to look straight at Dylan.

"Need something?" he asked in a cocky tone. Dylan didn't know what to say. What could he possibly say to his sister's rapist? For some reason the words, I hate you. I want you to die, just didn't seem to work.

"You're not too bright, kid are you?" was the first thing that popped out of Dylan's mouth.

"Hmm….?"

"Oh I don't know. It just doesn't seem smart to me to rape a girl and then stick around, now does it?"

"Not done being good cop are you? That's a shame."

"I don't see it that way."

"What are you her boy friend or something?"

"Brother. Which makes it worse for you. She's family. I kill for family."

"Oooh Mr. Tough Guy, are we?" asked Dean as he got out of the car. "Well what are you going to do about it?" The problem was Dylan wasn't sure. "Well now, we've got ourselves into a little predicament here now haven't we? You're willing to kill. I'm willing to kill. But what's the point of useless blood shed?" said Dean sarcastically.

"You raped her! How can you do that to a person?"

"She wanted it. Your sister's a slut. Get over it!"

"No! She's not!" screamed Dylan as he took a swing at Dean.

"And how would you know?" said Dean as he hit Dylan back and ducked from another blow.

"She's not like that!"

"Spirit came on to me! What do you know?"

The two engaged in fighting, screaming at each other when Mr. Raditch came rushing out. "Dylan! Stop it!" he yelled as he pulled Dylan away from Dean. Dean took this chance to get into his car and sped away. "In my office, NOW!" Dylan walked his way to Mr. Raditch's office while checking out the damage done to his wrist from punching Dean so hard. The anger of everything accumulating on top of each other did not subside after fighting Dean. He realized he was going to have to find another way to deal with Dean, Paige, and himself.

"Dylan, what do you think you were doing out there?"

"Nothing,."

"That's not how you should be representing Degrassi and I'm afraid I'm going to have to override your coach's decision and bench you."

"You can't! Playoffs are coming! Look you don't know that kid Mr. Raditch! You don't understand." Dylan stood up to protest.

"Dylan, I'm going to ask you to leave my office now."

"Mr. Raditch you can't bench me. What I do outside of school has nothing to do with the team!"

"Were you on school property? Were you wearing a Degrassi uniform?"

"Yes." Dylan answered quietly.

"Then, it does interfere with school."

"Fine," an angry Dylan said walking out of school. I don't need this, he thought to himself. Screw Degrassi. Screw hockey. He had more important things on his mind. He went back home and didn't know where to go from there. He stormed into the house, not paying attention to anything around him.

"How was your game?" asked a quiet Paige sitting at the kitchen table.

"Fine."

"Who won?"

"What?"

"I asked you who won, Dyl."

"Oh. We did." Dylan said coldly.

"Rough game?"

"Yeah," Dylan said as he went to the freezer to find some ice for his wrist.

"Get hurt?"

"Paige, what the hell is this 20 questions?"

"I was just wondering," Paige said looking hurt as she looked down to miss Dylan's gaze. She spent most of the day in her room. She knew it was time to move on, but she couldn't. Things were in control, she swore to herself. Until, Dylan and Spinner had to get involved. It was their fault she couldn't move on! Why did they have to go and mess everything up? Paige felt as if what was left of her world was quickly spinning even more so in a downward spiral and once again she had no control over it. She felt as if there was nothing in the world she could control. People had to interfere. She wanted everyone to leave her alone. Dylan, Spinner, Hazel, everyone! She was better off that way.

After Dylan's harsh words she walked herself upstairs and into the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror. She could see the pain masked in her eyes. She was broken. Dean had broken everything about her. Her smile, her laugh, her happiness, and her relationships with everyone. Twisted and charred. Broken. Gone. She wondered if she ever felt so distant before. Paige looked down on the sink. Her pink razor was just sitting there waiting to be used. But Paige had other intentions for it. She picked it up and looked as the silver metal glistened. She looked at her arm and looked back at the razor. This is something I can control, Paige thought to herself. This would be the only thing I could control. Paige brought the razor down on her arm and lightly set it against her skin. As soon as she began pressing it into her tanned arm, the phone rang. A startled Paige dropped the razor. She watched as it fell down and bounced off the tan circular carpet that was sitting on the white linoleum tiles. The annoying ringing of the phone continued. She wasn't about to answer it. Paige bent down and picked up the razor. Downstairs she heard Dylan talking. She heard him coming up the stairs. He was going to find her! He was going to interfere with the one thing she could control. He was going to ruin everything again. Paralyzed with fear she stood there as Dylan neared the bathroom. She suddenly snapped and put the razor down on the sink and walked out of the bathroom like nothing happened.

"Call Spinner, before he commits suicide." Dylan still said coldly.

"I don't want to talk to him," Paige said as she walked into her room.

"I really don't care what you want to do."

"No one ever does, huh?" Paige said.

"Look, I'm sorry. I'm just really frustrated right now. But please call your boy friend. See what he wants. Go do something. Get your mind off things."

"Dylan you just don't get it do you? Nothing I could ever do will get my mind off of things! Leave me alone." Dylan went in to hug his sister and immediately felt her tense up. This is what Dean did to her. He can't even hug her, with out her feeling uncomfortable. What was he going to do? How could he make things better for her? He wondered if he should tell Spinner he knew who Dean was or not. Dylan immediately let go of his grasp.

"Look who are you hiding from? Spinner just wants to help. He needs you as much as you need him!" Dylan said as he threw the phone on Paige's bed, walking away.

Paige stared at the phone. I bet I'd win a staring contest with it she said to herself. It didn't bring a smile to her face. Paige didn't know if she could smile. She slowly picked up the phone and dialed Spinner's number.

"Hello?"

"Hey Spin…" Paige said slowly.

"PAIGE! Listen, can I come over? We need to talk."

"Oh Spin… I don't know if I'm up for visitors. I'm really sleepy," Paige lied.

"Please…Paige…" Spinner pleaded. Paige heard the words of Dylan floating through her head. "Who are you hiding from?"

"Fine, but give me a little bit. Come over in like half an hour." Paige said.

"Thanks honeybee!" Spinner said as he heard a click of the phone. Paige edged her way downstairs to see what Dylan was doing. He was sitting on the couch with his ice. She wondered how he got hurt so bad. That never happened to him before in hockey, but she didn't question him. She let her body guide her back to the bathroom where her razor was sitting there looking lonely. Paige didn't think about it this time. She grabbed the razor and pressed it against her arm. She slowly drew a skinny line down her arm as blood started to appear. She loved the feeling as she pressed harder and made the razor go deeper. It was the only thing in the world that belonged to her. The only thing that she had control of. She could control where it happened, when it happened, how deep it went, she loved it. It was a feeling of independence. She didn't need anyone interfering this time. When she was done, she grabbed a few band aids and put them over her bleeding wound. The wound that she herself created. No one else caused it. Only her. Paige suddenly felt proud of herself. For once, she has something she could hold on to. She went to her room, found a dark green long sleeved shirt, and changed. Feeling better, she went downstairs to wait for Spinner.