No profits are made out of this and I certainly do not own JONAS. I do however own Jay and Matt (whoop tee doo)

Warning: Mature themes and heavy abuse in this one… I'm debating whether to change the rating to M, because its getting a little Mature with the swearing and the sort of epic abuse…
I know! I'll make a poll!
You'll all vote, right? :)

NICK'S RECORD IS COMING OUT TOMORROW -is excited- YA ALL GO BUY IT, because I can't -sad face- it comes out much l8er over here... T.T
But I'm excited anyway... GO NICK!!

Now, please enjoy this (a little short) chapter, try, because it's not the happiest I ever wrote. Though Story of an Angel might top it..
Anyway, trailing off…

READ! :)

Matt PoV

The little cunt. How dare she bite me! I was the one that was supposed to hurt her!

I growled at the woman treating the wound on my arm, as she stung it with the cleaning-liquid.

"Just sit still, sir." She said, being used to stuff like this, just not from a user, like me.

When she was done, I scowled her away, barging away from the chair. I pulled my jacket over my shoulders, my chest still bare as I went to look in the grand-mirror. I looked at myself and the master-piece that I am. Muscles, not to big, rolling and flexing underneath my perfect toned skin.
Electric blue eyes that could hypnotize every woman to submission. They fell at my feet, every time again.

Except my vixen.

I stared at the visible bite-mark on my upper-arm. The marks of her canines clearly visible. She was a fighter; I had to give the bitch that. It's why I kept her for so long. She didn't give up, she didn't break, she was strong and hated me with a fire I warmed myself on.
Intruding, that she was, so fucking beautiful. The pain on her face as I broke her, over and over again, but she always seemed to heal. The scratches of her nails over my skin, it only turned me on more, even her teeth, sinking into my skin was worth the pain I caused her. So beautiful. It filled me like woman had ever accomplished.
The way she felt, breathed, screamed. Her small body underneath mine. Her pain feeding me. I had no idea why, but hurting her brought me pleasure like nothing else did.

I looked at my light brown locks, my white teeth beneath my smirking lips. I was perfect. That's why the master had me. Why he send me out to fetch his new 'employees'. To ease the mind of the foreign slaves and then watch them break.
Because I enjoyed pain, it was what I got off on. It was the only thing I wanted.
I had many before Jay, but they hadn't lasted long, broken to pieces, then shipped on to work for the master.

I walked out the sterile white room, into the smoky red of the club. Half-naked, presumably beautiful girls dancing, accompanied by a few young males, collars around their necks. Watched by men with champagne and cigars. Oh, how powerful and mighty they thought they were. I felt better then all of them, was better then all of them.

"Matthew." A girl on a pole said, crawling towards me. "How can I please you?"

I stared at her, didn't see her face, only her broken eyes and then walked on, hearing her whimper and then yelp as a man slapped her ass.

I left the club, walking along the water. Some people turned their heads as they saw me, women and some men marvelling over my body, others obviously raging with jealousy.

I smiled, smirked, enjoying the attention I craved so much.

Eventually I reached Hollow's end. A place I did not particularly, but Jay hated it even more, because it reminded her of her old home. I stared at the house, anticipating what I would find inside.

I walked into the house and up the stairs, shaking off my jacket in the process. My lips turning up to bare my teeth in a hungry smile.

"Hello." I lisped. Walking into the bathroom. There she was; Cold and soaked from the tips of her little feet to her red-dyed hair –because she knew I loved her natural blonde locks— shining angry green eyes, surrounded by smudged eye-liner, staring at me offended and scared for what I obviously was going to do to her, but nevertheless there was the fire behind it, that got my blood pounding for it's extinguishment.
She still wore her school-skirt and white-blouse, soaked so I could see her black bra beneath it. Her slim body hugged by the wet material.

She tugged at her chains, as the ice-cold shower kept raining down on her, her lips were blue, as she had been there for several hours now. My collar around her neck. The word, so true, Whore, carved into it. I knew it hurt her and I loved it.

I smiled and walked closer, crouching down. "Hello, little, abandoned freak." I greeted her, loving the pang of hurt behind her eyes.

"Did you enjoy your shower? I hope so." I told her. In reaction she just tugged her chains again, pulling her bare feet closer to herself, shying away from me, a scowl on her face. Detest in all of her features.

I hit her, hard, and her head made contact with the wall. A pathetic whimper leaving her mouth.

I touched her normally rosy-lips, now cold and blue, my nails scratching over them. A growl rose from her chest and her teeth bared.

I smiled and then hit her again, needing the pain of this creature, forcing her to submit.

My hands collided with her body, her stomach, her long-legs and her elegant arms.

Finally, when I felt the salty-warm tears run over my hand, I stopped and lifted her chin. "Good little slut." I complimented her, watching the disgust run over her face, the agony still visibly there.

My hands reached for the tap and saw the hope fill her eyes. Then replaced by suspicion.

Smart too...

I turned off the cold water and instead, but on the heat. So the hot water ran over her almost hypothermic body.

She screamed as the water hit her, she yelled and pulled her restrains as hard as she could.

"You bastard! You monster!" She yelled as I laughed. "You filthy scoundrel!"

I just laughed, enjoying the pain she was in. It was like drugs to me.

Who needed heroin, when I had someone like Jay? My perfect source of pain and heaven.

I hit her, telling her to shut up and then put the cold back on for a few seconds. Releasing her from her bonds.

This was going to be fun.

Nick PoV

I could not describe what I felt, not even to Kevin, one of the few persons that knew me. I felt restrained, caged, forced to watch something I couldn't comprehend, something I did not understand.

I saw it, the pain she was hiding, because I was a master in hiding my emotions myself. I saw the pieces, the hurt behind her eyes. Like our mother always said: 'behind eyes lies the soul'.

And her soul was nothing good, not the soul a girl like her should have.
She had broken down this morning, in my arms. That gesture meaning more then my brothers could understand.
Jay hated contact. Did not like anyone. But she trusted me enough, even after the little time we spend, talking during school and the walks from school to her street, for that.
She was so strong, lifting the weight of what she knew, what she had to go through. Because she had said: "I have seen too many innocent lives wasted."
There were more like her. I was sure of it, that man was an abusive monster, drawing precious blood from Jay.
She declined the arms I offered her at first, but had accepted them now, probably a first in a very long time. I felt her, at that moment, on a level I didn't understand and I couldn't explain it, not to Kevin, not to Joe.

I stared at Joe, standing at the stairwell, his face confused and concerned as he watched the tears run over my cheeks. The tears for pain I did not feel, not even knew how big the pain was. But for my shoulders, not used to carrying secrets like this, it was incredibly relieving and even emotional to tell, to share my concerns with my older brother.

"What is going on?" Joe asked, his eyes wide as he stared at me. "Nick? What is wrong?"

He walked over. "Is it that Jay girl?"

Bingo. Jeez, when did my brothers get so smart?

I nodded.

"I knew it!" Joe whisper-yelled. His straight hair now a little more wildly in his face. "You do like her and she broke your heart! I knew it! You did it again!"

"No, Joe. It's nothing like that. It's way, way worse then just a broken heart." I told him, not feeling to power to snap, like I wanted. I couldn't, he was just concerned for me, after all.

He looked at me, even more confused now.

Kevin stood up. "We're talking broken-soul here, Joe." He finished my sentence smoothly, His eyes hard.

"What? Soul? Nick… how badly are you hurt, exactly?" He asked, turning away from Kevin.

"Me? Pretty hurt, but the broken soul belongs to Jay." I told him. "She's not doing well Joe."

And there it came again, the whole story, like a wave of memories and thoughts, just flooding out of my lips.

Joe's mouth hang open by the time I, filled up by Kevin, was done. His eyes wide and I noticed he trembled.

"She's abused? By a guy she's not even related to? What does he do to her then?" He asked.

"That's exactly why I'm so damn worried, Joe." I begged him to understand. "I. Don't. Know."

He stared at me for a second, his dark-blue T-shirt suddenly making his body a lot skinnier then it was.

Then he spoke again. "Then we have to find out. We have to help her!"

Typically Joe, jumping to the rescue without thinking.

"You're right Joe." Kevin agreed.

The 'my brothers are getting smart-thing'? I'm taking it back.

"Will you two think for a second? Please? We can't just go there, knock the door and ask: 'hello sir, what exactly are you doing to Jay that causes her so incredibly much pain and agony? We would like a detailed description of her abuse.' He can't find out about us knowing! There's a reason I was keeping this a secret! Everything we do could cause her more pain!"

"But we have to do something!" Joe argued, his eyes shining, striking his hair out of them.

"Don't you think I thought about that? About all possible ways? Jay won't talk about it? He will certainly not tell us, there's nothing we can do that won't expose us and I'm not about to do that, because when we do. Jay will lose me to. I'm the only thing she has right now, the only thing that shields her a little, that much is clear as you visibly saw in the atrium. Even though she won't admit it, wants to stay independent. She needs me. As a shield, as an exhaust valve."

Then, Kevin's eyes started to glow with the same fire Joe's had, just a few seconds ago.

"I understand that Nick." He started. "You are bound because she's attached to you. She needs you. In some sort of twisted way. You. Not us. Not Macy. Not even Stella. You."

My mind suddenly went blank.

The 'my brothers are getting smarter-thing'? It's on again.

"Kevin! You're a genius!" Joe exclaimed and then added: "Wow, that was weird to say, but its true!!"

Kevin smiled. "Thanks Joe, I think."

"It's true!" I agreed. Hope spreading through my body.

I had figured that I would have to say goodbye to her, something I had vowed not to do, if I went after her secret.

But my brothers weren't tied like that. They hadn't sworn not to say goodbye, they didn't already love her like I did.

Wait? Huh?

Maybe Joe was right after all…

This day is just getting weirder and weirder…

Told ya it was heavy! But the brothers come to the rescue! Yay! :)
until next update!

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