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"Ty? I'm worried about Rocky." Cece murmured, sitting down next to him on the steps.

"What's wrong with her?" He replied, concerned.

"She… I don't know. I don't think Danny is good for her."

"What do you mean?"

"I think he's… I think he's abusing her."

"Cece… That's a quite an accusation."

"Well, you know. She came back from a date and her wrists were bruised. She said she fell, but she seemed really uncomfortable, and the bruises were shaped like hands."

"Cece, listen. Just because you don't like someone doesn't mean you have to accuse them of abuse. He seems nice enough." Ty explained, as if lecturing a small child.

"Yes. He seems nice." Cece cried, exasperated, "I told you yesterday, that he's not all that he seems! He's hiding something, Ty. "

"And what exactly makes you an expert on abuse?"

Cece stood up, fear written all over her face, "I gotta go." she whispered as she stood up to go inside. She blinked the tears out of her frightened eyes. He grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to him.

"Whoa, you okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to-"

"Nah, its cool," she interrupted, "I'm just, so worried about Rocky – your sister – and you don't even care." Tears welled up. She was Cece effing Jones, and she did not cry, especially not in front of a guy.

"I do care, Cece, I just think your jumping to conclusions. Give Danny the benefit of the doubt. If a week goes by, and you still think he's hurting her, we'll do something about it, 'kay?"

She nodded, rubbing the tears out of her eyes. Ty cupped her face gently and looked into her eyes. She stared at him, wide-eyed. What is he doing? Then he leaned closer, and put his lips against hers.

She wasn't sure why, but she kissed back immediately. This was so wrong. This was her best friend's brother, for god's sake! It shouldn't feel so right. But, he was kinda hot, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him… Stop it Cece! Ty is off-limits! And it's funny, because Cece's never cared much for limits anyway.

She slides her hands over his shoulders, pulling herself closer. The feel of his lips on hers is breathtaking. Cece lost herself in the rhythm of their kiss, he moans softly, the sound of it snaps her back into reality.

She breaks away and stares into his eyes, silently gasping for breath. And she considers for the first time that her best friend's brother might be the one for her. Haha, that's a Victoria Justice song. My Best Friend's Brother. And she starts laughing. Ty's looking at her strangely. Let him. Her guess is he probably thinks she's gone crazy. She realizes she probably has. I mean, first, she kisses her best friend's brother, then immediately bursts out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Ty asks, suspiciously.

"What, oh nothing, just… Never mind."

He looks at her, eyebrows raised, "Well, it's nice to see the old Cece's back, crazy as ever. How about I take you to a movie on Friday night?"

"Sounds good to me!"

"You wanna see Eat Prey Kill 2, or some chick flick?"

"Wow, I get to choose? What a gentleman. How about a chick flick!"

His eyes widen in disbelief. She knew he had been expecting her to want to see Eat Prey Kill. She laughed at the pouting frown on his face.

"Just kidding, I totally wanna see Eat Prey Kill 2!"

He sighs in relief, chuckling, "All right, I'll pick you up at 7?"

" 'Kay!"

He got up to leave, kissing her forehead as he went.

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She ran into Flynn's room, finding him cowering in a corner, her father looming over him.

"Were you spying on me and your mother? I heard someone outside the door."

He shook his head.

"DON'T YOU LIE TO ME!" He yelled, striking Flynn.

"I'm not lying, daddy!" Flynn sobbed.

"OH REALLY, THEN WHO WAS IT!" He held up his hand as if to hit him again.

"Daddy, stop!" Cece screeched, jumping up to grab his hand, and pull it down., "It was me! I was spying on you and mommy!"

He shook her off, clutching her face like he had, only minutes before, held her mother's. He used his other hand to smack her face, "Don't you do that ever again, Cecelia. You're already a fucking retard child, don't make me hate you more."

Cece blinked away tears, "Okay daddy, I promise."

"Good! Wait, Flynn are you crying?"

"You, you hurt me, daddy." Flynn stammered.

"Man up! No son of mine is going to cry over being hit!"

"But, but daddy-"

He grabbed his arm, and twisted it behind him until Flynn cried out, "Daddy stop it!"

"MAN UP!"

Cece ran forward and started hitting her father's arms, trying to make him let go of Flynn. She shoved him and he stumbled back, not expecting her to push him.

"Did you just hit me?"

Cece's eyes widened. He smacked her, and she stumbled back. He walked over to where she was now standing, and pushed her into Flynn's bedside table.

"James! What the hell are you doing?" Cece's mother walked into Flynn's room, and took in the scene.

"Oh my god! Cece, Flynn! Are you two all right!" She ran up and gathered them in her arms, "This is too far, James. I could deal with you hitting me. But Cece and Flynn, too? You've crossed the line."

"He hits Cece more than he hits you, Momma, and for just as long," Flynn spoke up.

Their mother gaped, "Cece, why didn't you tell me!"

"I was scared…" Cece whispered, burying her face into her mother's shoulder.

"What about you Flynn, did daddy ever hurt you?"

"No," Cece cut in, "Not until today."

Flynn nodded, "And when he did, Cece stopped him, and he hit her instead..."

"Cece, that's so brave of you."

"Yeah, she's a fuckin' saint." Her father cut in, a malicious fire in his eyes.

A/N: So, what do you think? Review?

This chapter was hard for me to write. And don't worry, it will climax soon!