AUTHOR'S NOTES:

I'm honestly just writing this chapter to get my mind off the panic attack that is sure to come. I lost my new bag of razors and I'm only content if I have them in my hands or by my bedside. Right now I have a terrified feeling in my chest and stomach. No, I am not scared that my mother has found them, I just really need to cut at the moment and just the fact that I can't do it is almost too much for me.

And I am changing my pen name, so my parents can't stalk my fanfiction like they are my tumblr, so be prepared for that. It is now 'thatbadgirllovesme' and it will most likely be changed once more.

This chapter will have a lot of description in it and less talking. Sorry about that.

***WARNINGS: Molestation, Language, Smoking.

The molesting is in the the beginning in italic, so you can skip it if you want. It was really hard for me to write.

Oh, thank you so very much for the replies :) I loved them!

CHAPTER 7

"Stop!" Alan screamed at the very top of his lungs.

"Or what?" Sam sneered "You like this kind of thing don't you?"

"No!"

Sam had Alan pinned to the floor of his bedroom, the mildew stench along with the fact Alan had just shot some heroin made it impossible for him to fight back. This is what Sam planned, he planned to get Alan in his room while the brunette was high and utterly defenseless, the mildew made him dizzy and the drug made him unable to focus on what was going on but Alan knew what was going on as soon as he was pushed and held down by Sam's heavy body, something bad was going to happen and he was right.

At first, Alan was so high, he could only weakly push at Sam's shoulders at the moment, now even more high and panicking, he was screaming and trying to kick Sam off of him but it proved to be a very useless act so he just settled on screaming as Sam's hands violated Alan in every way possible.

Alan cried out for help, tears running down his face, loud heavy sobs and Sam's voice were the only sounds that filled the room. He called for his sister, his mother his father but no one came to his rescue. He gave up quickly and began bawling his eyes out as he was violated further.

"Aw, you're cryin'." Sam said, in a child like tone. "How cute."

"Sam…!" Alan cried "Please stop! I don't like this! I don't like this at all!"

Alan has expected a lot of things from Sam, molestation was not one of them. His brother has mortified, demeaned, and terrified him at school for being homosexual, molestation was going way too far and Alan knew this.

"Stop!" Alan screamed at the top of his lungs.

"What do you mean!" Alice yelled at the jury. "How could you unanimously vote on something like this!?"

"Young lady," the judge said in warning tone "The court has made it's decision."

"I object!" Alice screamed, hitting her fist against the witness stand which she was currently standing behind.

"This case has closed." The judge said simply.

Alice couldn't believe what was happening. Her little brother, the same little brother who she saved from countless asthma attacks at night, the same little brother she looked out for, had his face hidden in his hands, his shoulders shaking.

She left the witness stand and went up to Alan. "Alan…" she gently touched his shoulder.

"I have nothing to say." He replied.

Alan awoke, it was dark and the moonlight was no longer shining in the window. Eric was asleep, snoring slightly with his arm around Alan, holding him closely. Alan turned and looked at his alarm clock.

A little after midnight.

He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep, and he was shaken up badly by his nightmare. His breathing started to pick up as he gently lifted Eric's arm off of him and got up. He left the room and walked down the hall quietly into the bathroom, emptying his plastic bag of needed materials in his raggy back pack.

He was not going to stay under the same roof with his naïve mother, abusive father or his fucked up brother, especially not without Alice.

He glanced at his bedroom door, he couldn't stay with Eric, in fear that someone else who tries to help him would get hurt like his sister and if it happened again, Alan wouldn't know what to do with himself.

He dug in the hamper for a change of clothes, finding his black and white flannel shirt along with his denim dark blue skinny jeans, he quickly put them on. The flannel was too big for him and exposed most of his chest even though it was buttoned from the very top to the bottom and his pants had a hole in the knee. He had to put a "Simple Plan" T-shirt underneath the flannel to hide his chest.

Alan slipped on his black Doc Martins and glanced out the bathroom window. He heard thunder in the distance, indicating a storm coming.

"Perhaps I should bring a blanket."

Alan left the bathroom and slowly and quietly made his way down the creaky stairs, the bottom ones were destroyed from Luther throwing Sam into them so Alan had to jump over them, only making a small 'tap' as his feet hit the floor.

The brunette made his way into the kitchen, not bothering to turn on the light, in fear he would wake someone. He carefully opened the pantry, grabbed the box of Clif Bars and dumped them in his book bag before zipping it up and leaving through the back door, lighting a cigarette as it started to lightly rain.

"Eric?"

Eric looked over at his beloved and smiled "Yeah, Alan?"

"You won't ever leave me, right?" he asked, his head tilted down and his eyes fixed on the ground.

Eric couldn't help but be a little surprised at this question. "Course I ain't gonna leave ya." He replied. "What gave ya that idea?"

Alan played with his fingers in a very troublesome matter "Well…"

The way Alan was acting worried Eric. Alan has been like this for the past 2 weeks more depressed than usual that is. Eric paid little mind to it considering Alan was always depressed and the fact that he wasn't smiling as often was normal too. Ronald and more than half of the office can agree that neither of them have seen Alan smile, maybe just to be friendly but not a ligament smile.

"Somethin' wrong?" Eric questioned, trying to get a good look of Alan's face to see if he was crying or not. "Al?"

"I just," the brunette's voice quieted again "Don't want you to die…"

"Die?" Eric smiled "I ain't gonna die, Al. I'm stay'in right here." He took Alan's hands in his own "What makes ya think I'm gonna die?"

"It's just, uh…" Alan's fingered entwined with Eric's and he didn't say anything else.

Eric knew something was wrong with his sweet Alan and he didn't know why Alan couldn't tell him. Was it because Alan didn't know how to say it without causing much worry to Eric? Or was it the fact that he simply couldn't say it, as if it was a secret he has bottled up inside him that he wants to let out but he is too scared of being rejected? Either way, Eric was not going to question it anymore.

"Yer cute ya know that?" he said, trying to cheer Alan up.

It worked; Alan smiled and wiped some escaped tears from his face "You aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, Eric." as if saying 'you don't know what you're talking about'

"That's cuz I'm a blonde." He smiled and pointed at himself with his thumb "I'm allowed to be a bit dumb."

Alan chuckled a little bit "Eric, you aren't even a blonde."

"So I know what I'm sayin' when I say yer the cutest thing." He gave Alan a peck on the lips. "Love ya darlin'."

Alan smiled "I love you too, Eric."

Eric's eyes opened and he found himself staring at the ceiling, the blanket was hanging off of him and the pillow Alan used was crooked and under Eric's head, the sound of heavy rain and thunder was noticeable and the clock read 3:25am.

Eric's hands went to his face and he groaned loudly. "How could I 'ave been so stupid? I should've kept askin' the kid what was wrong until he told me." He felt like a failure as a boyfriend.

Alan had lost his sister because she would protect him and now Eric was the one protecting Alan. The blonde now knew what was wrong with Alan and why he attempted suicide. He couldn't bear to see Eric disappear from his life, he was having a panic attack of painful memories and he was terrified, he just couldn't live with any of it anymore. Now that this was to Eric's attention, he recalled his phone vibrating a few times before he walked through the front door and found his beloved in the bathroom, wrists slit and everything. Alan tried to contact him, tried to tell Eric that he was in trouble but Eric didn't even bother to look at his phone as he was doing his illegal killing.

He wondered just how many times his phone really went off.

The thought made him feel absolutely horrible.

"Sorry Alan…" he said quietly, only to look over and see that Alan wasn't next to him. "Alan?" he sat up and scanned the floor, it was dark and hard to see, Eric put his glasses on and left the room quietly, seeing the bathroom light was kept on, he tapped the door with his finger, so as not to wake his parents or Sam. "Alan, you in there?" he whispered as he opened the door.

When he saw Alan's clothes on the floor he knew Alan changed his clothes, but for what reason?

There was no way Alan went outside right?

Could it be that he ran away from home during a storm without telling Eric?

Eric didn't deny it at all, except for the fact that Alan was terrified of lightning. It wasn't thunder or rain that scared Alan, it was the lighting and the really strong winds of a storm that scared Alan.

Eric put his jacket and gloves on and left the house through Alan's window, jumping from roof to roof looking for him having as little luck as possible in finding him.

The rain was coming down hard, the streets were empty, and lights from the street lamps glistened off the wet black roads. Eric landed on both feet in the middle of the road then scanned his surroundings.

Just a normal road, there was quite a bit of thunder and many flashes of lightning, the rain was pouring down so hard that it loosened Eric's cornfields he had in his hair. He decided to take the hair tie out of his head and toss it.

"Alan!" he yelled. "Alan!"

Eric walked up the street, peeking in alleys, in store windows and he even woke some humans up asking if they have seen Alan. He was invited to go inside to escape the storm but he declined. He needed to find his Alan.

After wondering the streets for a little over an hour, Eric was beginning to give up hope and the worst possible thoughts began racing through his head.

What if Alan was kidnapped and he couldn't find him? What if Alan is drinking himself to death, or smoking marijuana until he blacks out? What if the cancer has finally killed him?

Just as Eric was about to head back so he could check to see if Alan went back home, his eyes caught sight of the skinny male in the back seat of a car.

"Alan!"

Alan was ok, he was not harmed in anyway but he was soaking wet. His body was leaned against the door with his arms crossed over his chest, asleep.

Eric guessed Alan had gotten terrified of the lightning and had a panic attack then ran to shelter, the only shelter being the backseat of a vehicle with its doors unlocked, fortunately.

Eric opened the door and gently picked the frail one out of the vehicle. Putting his jacket over Alan, he carried the male back to his house.

Eric climbed in Alan's window. Once inside, he laid the younger down on the bed, the shift caused the brunette to wake up slightly and look up at the older male who was holding his hand.

Alan didn't say anything to Eric for dragging him back home. No 'thank you'. No 'Why did you do that'. Nothing.

Eric guessed he was in shock from the lightning. He sat the younger up and began to take off his wet flannel shirt when Alan slapped his hand away and asked "What are you doing?" in a confused and surprised tone.

"Takin' those wet clothes off so ya don't get sick."

"No!" Alan said in disbelief. "Why would I let you take off my clothes!?"

"Well ya let me take off ya shirt when we were makin' out the other night." The blonde mumbled.

"That wasn't my shirt it was my sweater." The younger mumbled frowning, pulling the blanket up to his chest so Eric couldn't make another attempt at removing his clothes. Honestly, Alan had no idea how Eric could just say things like 'Ya let me take off yer shirt last night when we were makin' out' Had he no shame?

"If ya want, I can turn around but you have to get out of those clothes so you don't catch a cold."

Alan kept frowning at Eric. "Fine. Turn around."

Eric obeyed, sitting on the bed and turning his head away from Alan. "I've seen ya naked before." is what he wanted to say.

Alan worked on slipping his flannel over his head, then his T-shirt. He then pulled his Doc Martins and socks and tossed them both to the corner of the cramped room and unbuttoned his pants then slid them off his hips when there was a voice.

"Oh my God."

Alan and Eric looked up at Sam who was standing in the doorway with the smuggest smile on his face and his arms crossed.

AUTHOR'S NOTES:

Sorry for the cliffhanger there. :/

Sorry this chapter was really boring, next one will be more entertaining I promise.

ALSO, the main reason I changed my pen name is because 2 of my friends want me to make a yuri smut with fem!Alan and fem!Eric and I don't need my parents stalking my blog and then seeing a graphic smut. Things are already awkward between all of of as it is :P

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