Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

A/N: Thanks to all my reviewers! You inspire me! I just got finished reading Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, or What You Will and I keep finding connections in the movie and it's awesome to me! Yeah, I'm weird. Oh well, on to the story!

Twelfth Night, or Whatever

Chapter Four

Viola ran until she reached her dorm. She locked and chained the door, and then sank down in front of it with her knees tucked under her chin. She could no longer suppress the tears and sobs. How could she have let this happen?

This was all her fault. Why hadn't she seen what Justin was earlier before it was too late? What had she even seen in him in the first place? How could she have been so weak and superficial? And how could she have let everybody see?

Sebastian was obviously angry with her, which hurt. They were very close to each other and rarely argued about anything, despite all their differences. The fact that he was now mad at her made her feel worse than she had felt before hand.

She didn't want to know what the guys on the team thought of her. She wouldn't be surprised if they didn't want her to play anymore. After all she had done to prove that she could play with them, she had to go and screw it up like this. And Duke…

He was probably disgusted with her. Any chance, miniscule though it may have been, had gone out the window. What guy in his right mind would want her? Maybe she deserved to be with Justin…

OoooOoooOoooO

Sebastian stopped in front of the door to calm himself down. He would be no use to Viola if he were angry, even if wasn't at her. It was very hard to get the others to hang back while he talked to Viola alone. Duke especially was rather reluctant. However, he figured that he would have the best chance of getting Viola to open up. He didn't know who had left that bruise on her arm, but he had a pretty good guess. And there would not be any mercy if he were right.

"Viola," he called, knocking on the door softly. "Please, let me in."
"I don't want to talk about it, Sebastian!" she snapped, but he could tell that she had been crying.

It broke his heart to hear her that way. She was normally a very self-assured person. He couldn't remember ever seeing her cry. Whoever had done this to her was going to pay.

However, he swallowed his rage and focused on his hurting sister. "Viola, please, let me help you."

He waited a minute and thought she was going to ignore him. Suddenly, though, he heard the chaining sliding and the sound of the door unlocking. It opened to reveal Viola's tear streaked face.

He moved forward and she fell into his arms, sobbing. "Shh… It's going to be okay," he comforted, maneuvering them both into the privacy of the dorm and closing the door. "You just tell me who did this, and I will not let it happen again," he vowed.

"It's my fault," she cried. "I shouldn't have… I didn't mean to make him angry… It's all my fault…"

"Viola," he said sternly, pulling back slightly and looking her in the eyes. "This is not your fault. Don't you ever think that. Now who did this?"

"He only did it when I said I was breaking up with him," Viola reasoned. "If I stay with him, he won't do it again."

"Did Justin do this?" Sebastian asked, seeing red at the thought of that bastard touching his sister in anyway. "And you're still going to stay with him?"

"I'm scared, okay!" Viola exclaimed, tears streaming down her face once more. "For once in my life, I am terrified! If I actually break up with him, he might do worse than bruise my arm and kiss me roughly. I know you're mad at me, but what am I supposed to do?" she asked him pleadingly.

"I'm not mad at you, and I'll tell you what you are going to do," he replied. "You're going to call Justin, and you're going to tell him that it is over for good. And you tell him if he ever messes with you again, he's going to be sorry. I'll make sure of that."

Viola smiled weakly. "Sebastian, he's hardly going to be scared of you. He's got three inches and fifty pounds on you."

"You let me worry about that," he said, handing her his cell. "Call him."

She took in with trepidation and dialed the number. After two rings, he picked up.

"Hello," his voice came over the phone.

"Justin, it's over," she said quickly before she lost her nerve.

"What did I tell you about that, Viola? It's not over until I say it is!"

"No, it's over now. And if you ever mess with me again, you will be sorry," she said in a rush before hanging up. She looked at Sebastian with wide eyes. "He sounded very angry…"

"Don't worry about it, Vi. He's not going to hurt you again."

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Duke was absently flipping through a magazine as he, Toby, Andrew, and Olivia waited anxiously in his dorm for Sebastian to get back. The door was suddenly thrown open and slammed shut as Sebastian stormed in.

"What happened?" Duke asked, concerned.

"What happened was that bastard Justin left that bloody bruise on her arm, that's what happened," he replied furiously. He then turned to Olivia and said in a softer tone, "Maybe you should get back to your dorm. I don't really want her left alone." Olivia nodded in agreement and left.

"Draten did that?" Duke said angrily.

"Yeah, and she was just going to let it go, stay in the relationship," he ranted.

"What?" Toby asked.

"Said she was scared of what he would do if she ended it," Sebastian said and then sank onto the bed. "I made her call him and break up. God, I hope I did the right thing. What if he does come after her?"

"Don't worry. We won't let him touch Viola," Duke assured him. "Right guys?"

"Right?" Toby and Andrew said together.

Tbc…