I'm back... again, and wow I'm so excited to finally get this chapter up!

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Warnings: Violence, and violation of space.

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It was painful rays of sunshine that woke Bobby Mercer up the next morning. He sat up pulling his arms behind his head in an attempt to stretch his stiff muscles. A big yawn erupted from his mouth and he scratched at his ruffled hair.

After relieving himself in the bathroom he made his way across the hall and into Angel's room, after finding it empty he stopped outside of Jack's room and cautiously pushed it open. He frowned when he found his bed empty too.

Figuring his brother's were downstairs in the kitchen or watching TV, Bobby went downstairs.

"Sleep well honey?" Evelyn asked her eldest. She turned back to the stove where she was flipping over the French toast she was making for her sons.

"Any good sex dreams?" Angel asked from his seat at the table before falling into a fit of laughter.

Bobby grinned and nodded, "Yeah, you were right about Sofi she can even hit it in my dreams."

Angel immediately stopped laughing and flipped Bobby off and growled, "Fuck you man, you're too small and white for her to even take a second look at anyway."

A snort left Bobby and he shook his head at his brother, "Apparently you are too dipshit, she's going out with some other guy now isn't she?"

Angel jumped up and pushed his chair back in anger, he began walking over to Bobby when Evelyn interjected, "Go wake Jack up Bobby, it's almost breakfast."

Bobby's furrowed his brow and shook his head at his mother, "He wasn't in his room, and I thought he would be down here." He looked around the room as if maybe Jack would pop up somewhere and tell Bobby how much of a prick he was, like usual.

Evelyn frowned, "Maybe he went to school." She looked at her eldest who shrugged and took a seat at the head of the table.

"What a weird kid, who the hell goes to school early? Goddamn bookworm," Angel mumbled as his mother set a heaping pile of hot breakfast on the table, causing him to forget his anger and plop down, and reaching for the food.

Bobby agreed with a nod, trying to shake of the weird vibe he was getting at his little brother's absence. "He walked in the freezing cold to go to school early?"

"He's been doing so since you left Bobby, besides he only walks to the bus stop and then gets a ride the rest of the way," Evelyn said with a shrug, sitting next to Angel. "You should pick him up from school today so you can talk with him."

Bobby agreed with a nod of his head, "Yeah, I've got to go look for a job today anyway."

Evelyn smiled at her son and she was about to speak when the front door swung open and a ruffled Jeremiah walked into the kitchen with a smile on his face. "Mm, smells good Ma."

"Good, now let's pray," Evelyn suggested and grabbed Angel's hand who begrudgingly offered his to Bobby, and Bobby to Jeremiah, and then Jeremiah to Evelyn to complete the chain.

Bobby still couldn't shake off the bad feeling the brought tingles down his spine… something was wrong with his little brother.

Coming back into consciousness was painful; Jack's body ached in a way that made him moan. He slowly peeled his eyelids open only to greet more darkness. His mouth was dry but with a sudden horror Jack realized his mouth was trapped shut by something.

Duct tape wrapped all the way around his head to keep his mouth closed. He tried to move as fear and adrenalin started to pump through his veins. When his eyes adjusted they shot up to his hands that were handcuffed to each post, spreading his arms apart almost painfully. He was relieved to find his feet had been left alone although his shoes were absent as was his shirt.

"Mmm!" he tried to scream through the tape but it was muffled and quiet; no one would ever hear the pitiful sound.

His memories came back and he remembered the night before or what he thought was the night before and… Damien! The fear increased tenfold and had Jack shivering as he glanced around the room and saw no windows… or even a door for that matter.

It was overwhelming. He had no idea where he was, or what was going to happen to him and he found himself longing for the comfort of his mother and overprotective older brothers.

Help me somebody! His mind screamed in unheard terror. God please, I just wanna go home.

"Oh Jacky-boy," a cocky voice called through the wall.

Jack's heart beat rapidly against his chest and his face started to burn hot against the words spoken.

The door that was hidden because there was no doorknob in attempt to be a secret room opened, to reveal a grinning Damien. "You're awake."

The youngest Mercer had to close his eyes against the brightness that shone in through the open door. It wasn't until it was closed again that Jack cautiously opened his eyes. He cringed back when he saw Damien's facing looming inches in front of his own.

A bruise stuck out starkly against the older boy's white face that made Jack feel a little smug because of how hard he had hit the perverted drug dealer the night before.

Suddenly, a soft light encompassed the room from a lamp Damien had switched on from the table that had been sitting unnoticed beside the bed Jack was captive upon. The bed dipped as the boy sat down and leaned over to take Jack's chin.

Jack did all he could to glare with absolute disgust and hatred at Damien.

"Don't look at me like that Jacky, I only did this because you were being such a tease," Damien drawled, placing a hand on Jack's stomach and on downwards.

Jack bucked and let out the loudest scream permitted by the tape covering his face. Please stop, he begged in his mind. He shuddered when Damien grabbed him in his most personal and private areas.

"Do you like that?"

Jack shook his head, and quickly received a harsh slap from the older boy.

"Of course you do, because if you don't, I'll just have to let my boys work you over until you do." Damien leaned in further and slid his tongue up the side of Jack's face, then put his mouth in the crook of Jack's neck, biting down on the flushed skin.

A fat tear rolled down Jack's cheek to rest upon his chin, before falling onto his bare chest. He wanted this intrusion to stop now! He tried begging through the tape again when Damien's mouth started shifting lower and lower.

Relief soared through Jack when Damien stopped for a moment to look up at his captive with lustful eyes. "You want the tape to come off?"

Jack nodded eagerly.

Damien considered it, wanting to taste and bruise the lips hiding behind the bothersome gag. "If you promise to be good, I'll take the tape off, but you have to be quiet because my grandpa is sleeping."

Jack couldn't believe he was being held captive in Damien's grandfather's home, what kind of a sick bastard would do this?

The tape was slowly being unwound, his skin pulled painfully with it. His lips tingled and he mashed them together to try and stop the uncomfortable feeling that came with it.

"Please," he began with a hoarse voice. "Let me go."

Damien laughed and crushed his lips against Jack's. The older boy began nibbling at Jack's bottom lip while one of his hands made its way down Jack's jean waistband.

The poor kid reared his head back then and brought it forwards quickly, cracking it against Damien's.

"Ah, fuck," Damien screamed as blood from his nose sprayed across Jack's naked chest and face. "You little shit, you broke my nose!"

The door shot open to reveal Damien's friends who came searching when they heard their 'boss's' loud proclamation of pain. They saw the older boy holding his nose and quickly put two and two together. They stepped forward and pulled Damien of the bed, taking the chance to get violent with Jack.

Fist after fist cascaded down upon Jack, who could not do a single thing to stop the blows. He screamed for the first few times, but a new gag had made its way into his mouth. His mind became fuzzy a few minutes later when the attack raged on.

Jack could feel himself beginning to detach from his body just like he used to do when his parents would drink too much or smoke too much and beat him. It was his only defense besides falling into the darkness. He'd even tried that a few times, but a well place hit and searing pain would bring him right back to the room where he was being savagely beaten.

It felt like hours until a loud voice boomed and the attack suddenly stopped.

Jack couldn't move, his body felt as if it were paralyzed and he couldn't bear to even think about moving his limb even an inch.

Damien was standing over him again, nose swollen but no longer bleeding. "You see what happens when you disobey me Jacky? I have to get violent with you and you don't like that do you?"

Jack remained perfectly still; the only sound coming from him was the shuttering gasps that were caused by his damaged ribs and his new gag. Something sticky wormed its way down the side of his face and dripped down to the mattress. Jack new that red liquid quite well.

A slap brought his attention back to his torturer. "Obedience is the key Jacky, you hear me?"

Jack's eyes rolled in his head as fuzziness took his vision again.

"Hey!" Damien shouted in his ear.

The youngest Mercer managed to calm the blurriness and he stared blankly up at Damien.

"See, that's not so hard, is it?" Damien laughed, and his friends laughed with him. "Now how about I get you something to take the edge off so we can continue what we were doing, hmm?"

For the first time in several months, Jack could honestly say he didn't want any type of narcotic near him.

Another needle was brought forth and Jack felt its burning sting slide into his thigh. The warm liquid began drowning out the pain in his body, while Damien climbed back on top of him again. It was sweet salvation when soon all he saw was white.

"Where are you kid?" Bobby wondered from his seat in his car. He searched with his eyes for Jack's backpack and jacket that he always wore.

A few more minutes passed and with an angry curse, Bobby turned off the car and stepped outside into the cold he'd previously held at bay by his cars heater. He walked closer to the door and fought his way in and past the moody teenagers that seemed fond of blockading it in their prissy clicks.

Bobby cursed again as he sought out his baby brother against the mass of bitchy teenagers that flittered past him. He soon recognized a girl that hung around Jack when he was playing with his band, and he waded his way over to her.

"Hey! Hey, you!"

The girl looked over and realized with a surprised smile that she recognized him. She pushed past the crowd and walked towards him. "Bobby Mercer?"

He gave her his patented grin and shrugged, "In the flesh sweetheart."

"What're you doing here anyway?"

Bobby looked past her and to the group she'd been standing with. He didn't his little brother there either; maybe the dumbass had skipped class to get high again. "I'm looking for Jack; do you know where he went?"

The girl frowned and shook her head. "I've got biology with Jack… he wasn't there today, come to think of it… he wasn't at lunch today either, I don't think he even came to school Bobby."

"God-dammit," Bobby cursed in disbelief. "Then where the hell is he?"

TBC... stay tuned for more...