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Oh my God! I am SO very, very, very sorry for the long wait. Please forgive me! I really didn't mean to wait this long to update. It's almost been a month!

Anyway, I was wondering if ya'll think I should up the rating (you'll see why once you've read it). Thanks to all who reviewed the last chapter. It was much appreciated!

Thoughts: /blah blah blah/

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Max squirmed out of Tyson's arms and turned to face him, a look of confusion on his face.

Tyson smirked and took a step forward, Max instinctively taking a step back.

"T-Tyson…what are you doing…?"

Tyson said nothing and continued to walk towards Max with sluggish and unsteady steps, Max continuing to walk backwards, that is, until his back connected with a near-by wall.

The blonde glanced behind him, hoping he had just run into someone. He glanced over his shoulder only to find his good luck had run out. Max closed his eyes briefly before looking back towards Tyson, finding him only a few steps away.

Ocean eyes glanced around, looking for a way out. Seeing his exit he darted to the side, but it was too late. Tyson grabbed his arm and slammed him back into the wall.

Max uttered a cry of pain that was muted by one of Tyson's large hands. Max whimpered softly. His heart was racing. He was so scared. He briefly wondered if anyone would try to save him, but those thoughts were shot down when Tyson removed his hand, replacing it with lips.

The navy haired teen tasted heavily of alcohol. Max started to squirm when he felt Tyson's tongue forcefully enter his mouth, but Tyson pressed him more into the wall, making him wince because of the evident pain on his back.

/I hope that doesn't bruise…/

Max once again looked for an exit, but found none. He was trapped. But there was one thing he hadn't tried yet…

Max bit down. Hard. Tyson swore loudly and pulled away from him slightly, but not enough for Max to get away.

Tyson's eyes held a look of drunken rage and Max whimpered and pressed himself further against the wall.

"You stupid bitch!"

Tyson backhanded him, twice as hard as hard as Max had bit him. Max whimpered and put a shaking hand to his cheek, tears welling up in his eyes.

/Now I'm definitely going to have a bruise…/

Tyson smirked down at the younger teen, that look still in his eyes.

"Looks like you'll have to be punished, Maxie."

Max looked up at him in horror and made a halfhearted attempt to get away again. Tyson merely picked the smaller, struggling, blonde up and slung him over his shoulder and stumbled off towards the bathroom.

A few tears rolled down Max's cheeks as he hung limply over Tyson's shoulder.

/Kai…save me…/

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Kai sat up straight, tearing his eyes away from his now empty drink.

"Did you just call me?"

Rei blinked and looked at him curiously, shifting to get comfortable, since they had just moved to the booth beside the one they had been….sitting in.

"No, why?"

Kai looked towards the crowd, eyes scanning over it and not seeing Max.

"No reason."

Rei put a hand on his shoulder.

"He's probably with Tala and Bryan somewhere. Don't worry. Now sit here while I go get you another drink."

Kai merely nodded and stared down at the table.

/I'm sure I heard my name. /

Kai sighed.

/Then again, it was probably just the drink making me hear things…I hope. /

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Bryan searched the crowd, sighing in relief when he spotted his redheaded captain. He walked closer and a wave of jealousy washed over him when he saw the way the redhead danced with some other guy.

/Why do I feel so jealous/

Tala spotted Bryan and immediately pulled away from that other guy, going over to him. The redhead looked up at him, his eyes slightly larger than normal and pleading, his lips twisting into a pout to add effect. Tala was giving him the puppy-dog eyes. If there was one thing the Demolition Boys couldn't resist, it would be Tala's puppy-dog eyes.

Bryan groaned inwardly.

/What does he want -this- time/

"Dance with me?"

/Oh…that. Figures. /

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

Tala lost his puppy-dog eyes and just settled for pouting.

"Bryan! As your captain I order you to dance with me!"

Bryan sighed and rolled his eyes. Tala always used that trick with him when he wanted Bryan to do something and he wouldn't do it.

"What do I get out of it?"

Tala smiled slyly.

/Works every time…/

"I'll buy you a drink."

"A bottle."

"Beer?"

"No, vodka."

"Cherry!"

"Hell no. You'll drink it all. Vanilla."

"Ew. Fine. Vanilla it is. I'll just buy my own bottle of cherry!"

Tala reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of money.

Bryan eyed the money, wondering how Tala managed to fit it into his pockets. While Tala was counting his money, Bryan studied the redhead shamelessly.

In usual Tala style, his pants were like a second skin and pure white. Though the ice blue ribbons on the outer side of each pant leg were supposed to hold the pants together, for Tala, they were just another way to show skin. The tank top the redhead wore was tight, white and revealed his flat stomach and pierced belly button Ian dared him to get last year. To round out the outfit, he wore high-heeled white boots and a necklace Bryan had gotten him for his 16th birthday a few weeks ago.

Bryan had worn a simpler outfit, much like the one he wore yesterday. Black slacks, a dress shirt and a pair of black boots. He didn't see what all the fuss about getting dressed up to go to a club was about.

Bryan snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the redhead speak again.

"Now let's dance!"

Bryan looked at him skeptically.

"Can't we drink first?"

"No!"

Bryan sighed.

"Fine…"

Tala smiled and grabbed Bryan's hand, igniting a spark inside them both, something they simply ignored as Tala drug Bryan deeper into the crowd.

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Max bolted from the bathroom and began to weave his way through the crowd, not caring if he pushed or shoved anyone in the process, though most people got out of his way.

He searched desperately for the booth he had last seen Kai at. He saw it, but Kai was not in it. He glanced to the one beside it and saw him and ran to him, ignoring the obvious pain in his ass.

Max clung to Kai when he reached him, ignoring the shocked expressions on Kai's and Rei's faces. Tears rolled down the blond's cheeks as he buried his head into the Russian's chest.

"Max…what's wrong?"

When Max didn't answer, Kai began to worry. The Russian teen ran his hand through the silky blond locks, trying to calm him.

"Max, answer me…"

The said blond looked up, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

Kai frowned when he saw the bruise forming on the younger teen's pale cheek. He showed his softer side when he gently wiped away Max's tears, being careful of the bruise.

"Max. Tell me what happened. Who hit you?"

Max stayed silent for a few moments before mumbling something.

Rei, having understood Max, paled slightly and turned to Kai.

"He said he ran into Tyson and…he was drunk."

Kai's frowned deepened.

"Max, tell me the rest."

He felt a sinking feeling in his stomach when Max's eyes filled up with tears again.

Max sniffled softly.

"He…h-he…"

Kai's eyes widened a bit, fearing what Max was going to say next. He pulled Max closer, not noticing the blond wince once he touched his back.

/Oh God no…/

"Go on Max."

Rei's voice sounded calm and comforting, but to the trained ear, it also sounded a bit wary.

"…r-raped me."

Kai saw red. Tyson was going to pay. Dearly.

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Poor Maxie. I didn't intend to make that happened to him, but…it did. Oh and there are supposed to be question marks on some of the thoughts, but the site ate them. I promise to update sooner this time! Please review! It makes me happy and makes me update faster :D.