A/N: Hey guys! I'm so so sorry it took so long to update this chapter. I was working on a lot of new stuff so hopefully the wait was worth it! Also, I want to warn you, I do use the f-word in this chapter (fag) so Im so so sorry if that offends anyone. Happy reading!


"Fuck.." Julian muttered, dropping his knife and whipping his head around to call out to the twins. "Evan! Ethan!"

"What?" Evan said, rubbing his face and stopping short once he saw his father in the doorway, tensing up immediately and half-hiding behind Julian. Ethan came running down the stairs frantically, looking around.

"What's wrong, you said my actual name so I got worried.." Ethan trailed off, having nearly the same reaction as his brother except he walked straight up to his father. "What the hell are you doing here?" He seethed, a rage boiling up inside him at the mere sight of his dad. The taller man surged forward and smacked Ethan, hard, to the ground, ignoring the cry of anger from Evan.

"Don't you talk to me like that! Who do you think you are, disrespecting me when I did nothing but give you and your brother what you deserved!"

"What we deserved?! We didn't deserve to be beaten to a bloody pulp! We didn't deserve to be ridiculed and hit by our own father! We didn't do anything, and yet you found it fit to be the worst parent and give your children the worst childhood they could experience."

"You did do something! You're both a pair of flaming faggots and you prance around like a bunch of fairies at that damn prep school of yours!" the man snarled, hovering over the younger twin.

"Shut up, just fucking shut up!" Evan roared, struggling against Julian's attempt to hold him back. "Don't you dare talk to him like that! You know he's right, you made our life hell, you fucking tortured us! Half the time Mom wasn't even around or she didn't do anything because you hit her too! You're horrible, you're a liar, you're the reason half the time I lie awake in the middle of the night, wondering if you're going to find us again, you're the reason we're both fucked up, you're the reason I almost died!"

Colin Brightman turned to face his eldest son, a rather grotesque smile upon his face.

"One less fag to live with then, isn't it? One less of your kind to contaminate this world with whatever filth it is you get up to."

Evan was about to retort when he was cut off with a cry of pain from his twin, who was holding his arm at a bent angle.

"Good going, Dad, I think you broke my arm, wonderful job." Ethan grunted, sitting up.

"Oh, so you think you're going to get smart with me then?" Colin turned, fixing Ethan with a stare that was cold as ice.

"I don't believe I'm "getting" smart, I'm always smart, you however, are as fucking dumb as Paris Hilton." Ethan hissed.

"Ethan!" Evan warned, but it was too late as he watched his twin receive a blow to the head and roll over in pain.

Julian let go of Evan and watched in horror as he watched the event go down.

"ETHAN!" screeched a voice from the stairway, pounding down the steps and kneeling next to the blonde's head.

"Who the hell are you?" Colin growled, narrowing his eyes at the dark-haired boy kneeling by his son.

"Dwight Houston. I'm Ethan's boyfriend." Dwight rolled his eyes, obviously no stranger to the larger man in the room. "And I'd kindly appreciate it if you'd shut the fuck up and leave."

"Where the hell did you get all that snark?" Evan asked absently, slowly looking around as a lean figure came down the stairs, signature smirk already set in place.

"Well, I'm sure if you hung around me as much as he did, you'd pick up on a few things." Sebastian replied, squaring his shoulders and stepping up in front of the large man, silently sizing him up.

Evan and Ethan tensed, as they both knew that an angry Colin and a snarky Sebastian most likely wouldn't end very well.

"Hello sir." Sebastian said, his eyes steely and his voice cool and smooth as ice. "Quite lovely to see you again, if I say so myself."

"Oh, it's you again. You're the filth that destroyed my son! I thought I told you not to come near him again." Colin snarled, his fingers curling as an indication that he was itching to do something to the brunette.

"Well, it's a bit hard to walk away from an ass like that-"

"Sebastian!" Evan scolded, his cheeks flushing furiously.

"Sorry." Sebastian grinned, his tone implying that he really wasn't sorry at all. "Anyway. I really wasn't going to leave him alone, we actually felt something for each other that we felt for no one else." he said, slowly walking closer to the man that had caused his boyfriend so much pain. Evan was practically shrinking away, Sebastian's voice was eerily calm and he knew from personal experience that the voice he was currently using didn't very well end from people on the receiving end.

Colin scoffed. "Whatever it is you think you're feeling, it's not really love. That's meant for an man and a woman!" He barked, shoving a finger into Sebastian's chest. Sebastian looked down for a moment, and when he raised his head, there was a fire in his eyes that no one had ever seen.

"Not really love, eh? I wouldn't be so sure-"

"Sebastian, stop!" Evan begged, Julian's arms once again restraining him from doing anything drastic.

Sebastian turned silently. "Hush." he said quietly, looking back at the burly man in front of him. "As I was saying," he continued, his voice scarily collected. "I'd beg to differ from you on that matter. Obviously your views on real love are twisted."

Colin growled. "You boys are 17, you aren't even old enough to love."

Dwight raised his head at that, brushing the stray ends of hair away from Ethan's pale face and locking his eyes with Sebastian's. They had a fairly odd friendship, but their mutual love for the twins brought them closer, almost like a family. Their memories they had with their respective boyfriends were often shared with each other. They also both shared in the grief of losing a brother. They both knew that they'd be there for each other, even if it was in the oddest way possible.

"You're wrong again." Dwight said quietly, lifting his eyes to bore them through the twin's father's. "We're plenty old enough. The love that Sebastian and I feel for your sons is phenomenally huge. Even more so now, as we're watching them suffer from just being in your presence." And that was true, Evan was shaking and had a longing in his eyes to be close to his boyfriend, where he knew he'd always be safe.

Sebastian glared coldly at Colin, his fists balled. "I remember the day you found out about Evan and I. Or rather the night. You have no idea what personal hell you put us through. You have no idea what it was like. You have no idea what happened, nor were you concerned in any way possible for the well-being of your son!" Sebastian lashed, his eyes practically flaming from the anger he felt towards their father. But there was definitely something more there, something that Evan had seen in his eyes only around himself. Hurt.

Sebastian fidgeted and turned in his sheets, opening his eyes slowly. He paused for a minute and looked at his boyfriend (were they getting back together again? They were broken up more than they were together.) who was sleeping rather fitfully, like he was having a nightmare. He looked closer and saw that he was actually having a nightmare. Sebastian put his arms around the blonde tightly, trying to console him silently. Then came the small whimpers of pain. "Stop, stop, please.." Evan said, tossing around forcefully leaving Sebastian worried and confused before Sebastian realized that he was still asleep. "Babe, I'm here, it's alright." Sebastian whispered, running a hand through Evan's golden hair that was currently swept across his face. "Dad, stop! D-dad, please." Evan whimpered, clutching onto the sheets like his life depended on it. Sebastian was really starting to worry now and he tried to gently shake him awake. "Ev? Ev, baby it's me, it's Seb. Wake up, please." Evan's face screwed up in pain as tears rolled down his cheeks. "K-kitty..h-help me.." Sebastian looked down as his own tears slid down his face, that nickname Evan used for him wasn't used a lot, only when one of them was in a lot of pain. Sebastian tried to shake him awake again, but he fell completely limp. That's when Sebastian broke. "Evan, please, baby wake up." He choked, gently shaking him again. He was unresponsive. Sebastian hurriedly threw a shirt on himself before gently picking Evan up and racing out of the Stuart dorm, ignoring the concerned looks or the confused faces of the people passing by. Shouldn't they all be in bed by now? Sebastian thought, racing to his car and quickly buckling Evan in. He figured his motorcycle wasn't the best option. He floored it and drove rather erratically to the hospital, his mind running into overdrive. This wasn't supposed to happen, not after everything that happened, not now, especially not now. He pulled into the parking lot and gathered Evan in his arms, sprinting to the hospital entrance in hysterics. Why him, why not someone else? The next couple hours was a rushing of Sebastian crying, Evan still unconscious, and Sebastian losing his own damn mind. Sebastian was so close to just being done. He couldn't live without Evan. He wrote a note for Evan, went to the store, and came back to a livid Evan Brightman, stood in the waiting room wearing only his boxers. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!" he shouted, running at Sebastian full speed before wrapping his arms around his neck tightly, burying his face in the taller boy's chest. "You're so fucking stupid!" he sobbed, lightly hitting his chest. Sebastian just hugged him tighter, trying to reassure him that he wasn't going anywhere. He had the love of his life back.

Sebastian snapped out of his reverie, tears forming in his eyes. He quickly wiped them away, not really wanting anyone to see him so vulnerable. Before he knew what was happening, he drew back his fist and hit Colin square in the jaw, his eyes lighting up with malice and just a hint of insanity. He was done with his boyfriend, the love of his life, getting hurt by the very man that brought him into the world. He leaned down and spat in man's ear before speaking quietly. "Evan's more than half the man you'll ever be." Sebastian turned on his heel towards the stairs without another word, Evan struggling out of Julian's grip and darting after him.

Dwight swallowed and looked at Julian questioningly.

"What do we do with him?" he said, gesturing towards Colin, who had been knocked out of consciousness by the force of Sebastian's blow.

Julian rolled his eyes. "Well it's not like he's dead. We'll just wait till he wakes up, and force him to go back to wherever he came from."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Have you got anything else?"

Dwight shook his head and tucked some strands of hair behind Ethan's ear gently, sighing softly. There was already a bruise flowering on the side of his cheek, and parts of his hair was stained red. Julian went and dragged Mr. Brightman up to the parlor, setting him on the couch. And of course he didn't kick him in the privates or anything. He stopped before remembering Ethan was still injured and came back down the steps, tossing it to Dwight before going onto the counter and sipping his now-cold coffee.

"That was certainly a start to our morning, wasn't it?"