First of all I wanted to thank everyone for all the encouragement! I wanna give a special shout out for Betty2007. She did an amazing drawing for this story and I just wanted to thank her dearly. If anyone else does stuff like that for the story id love for you to let me know! You should definitely check her out on tumblr.

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anyway. Hope you like… it was brought also to my attention that I never gave a description of Trey so I kinda fiddled that in there too… enjoy!

Chapter 8

Treys POV

It all started when I killed my mother. Yea, Dramatic right? No. She died during childbirth, and my father never forgave me. It was not my fault, it had something to do with the doctors not paying attention to how I was coming out, and I came out backwards or something. I was treated like shit my whole life, never shown love but it was not until I was older that everything got a lot worse. I started getting beaten on my thirteenth birthday.

"You're a man now boy. And so now ima treat you like one." He said before he gave me my first concussion. Ever since then I was beat weekly, often daily. I've had a few broken bones, have had to stitch up so many cuts and shit on my body I would make a good doctor. I started drinking when I was 15 and did the best I could to avoid my dad, and stay on the football team. For the longest time, the only thing I looked forward to was football, where I could take out my aggression. Then one day I saw him. This cute little ginger fuck and everything went downhill from there. I knew I had seen him at school but when I saw him that day at the coffee shop he just stood out to me. I couldn't stop thinking about him. He was always in my fucking head driving me mad. I would dream about him every night and I'd get so horny that I would masturbate more than ever.

But I could never get him alone. Finally, after watching him at work every day I decided to talk to him. I followed him and finally got that chance. He was so cute and just downright fuckable and it messed with my head. I can't be gay. The guys…. My dad… I could be kicked off the team or just beat up. This whole shit was really messing with my head, I didn't know what to think anymore and id get angry faster and actually smart mouthed to my father a few times. I tried to resist all this shit, but he was just so….mine. And I could not allow that punk to touch him. Every time I saw that fucking shark look at my pipsqueak I could see it in his eyes. He wants him to, and I will not let that happen.

This all goes through my mind as I mop the floor of the blood from my dad's head. He came home, and as usual tried to beat the shit outa me. But this time I decided not to let him. For Kevin. So when he swung his big fist at me, I swung the kitchen knife I was cutting onions with and stabbed him right into the chest. I could see the surprise in his eyes and I loved it. I twisted the knife. "You deserved this you bitch." I scream as he falls. In my anger, I start punching his face till his fucking skull caves in and I start crying. Tears of relief and happiness and so here I am now. It is 3 a.m. and I'm going to put my plan in action later at school. Starting with Edd.

Edd's POV

'Finally this feels so much better' I think as I dive into the pool. I start doing laps, forgetting all my issues at least for a little while. It is on my fifth lap that I feel someone tug on my arm. I surface to the ledge to yell at them, but then I feel their hands on my throat, holding me under the water. I struggle to grab a hold of their hands to get the upper hand as I look into cold hazel eyes, but I don't get the chance. They let me up and I take a deep breath before they shove me back under water and struggle more before finally I couldn't hold my breath and I accidentally gasp, taking in a lung full of water. The chlorine stings and I start to flitter in and out of black, trying to stay conscious before all I saw was the deep abyss.

Kevin's POV

I stand there frozen as I watch Nat take off and chase Trey off to somewhere else. I turn my eyes and look at Eddward who was slowly sinking in the water. I tear my jacket of and run, not even thinking as I jump into the pool and pull Edd up. Good thing it was the shallow end of the pool or I would never have been able to save him. Nat helps me drag him on the floor by the pool ledge and he shakes his head saying he didn't catch him. I start CPR on Edd while Nat calls 911.

"Come on Edd, you can't go out like this. Not after everything, come on baby please!" I say and then he starts to cough up water. I feel the tears running down my face as I lean over and kiss his cheek. He leans into the kiss but doesn't open his eyes. I sit there holding Edd, cradling his head in my hands while silent tears roll down my face. It's another few minutes before the paramedics come in and put him on a stretcher and into the ambulance. I convinced them I was his brother and Nat let me go saying he would talk to the officers.

After the doctors have done all they could I was finally able to sit in the room with Edd. He is asleep, the doctors say he wasn't out of oxygen for too long to cause a coma or any damage to his brain but we need to be careful. There were obvious bruises around his neck and you can clearly see he was strangled. I grasp his hand, holding it and sigh because not only has this been my entire fault, if he dies, it would… no don't think like that Kevin. Everything will be alright, Eddward would not let that brute do this to him, and he can fight this. This is all my fault. Edd said he would take care of this mess, my own mess, and I let him not even worried, thinking he could handle this stupid man. It is not that I doubt that he couldn't handle it, he must have been caught off guard for this to happen to him. Edd may not be the best when it comes to physical strength but he is incredibly agile and his quick wit would help him in many situations.

I sit and wait for another hour thinking about all this and more, hoping he will wake up before the nurse comes in to tell me that I need to go home. I look down at Edd. Giving him a slight kiss on the lips I leave a little note with him telling him to come straight to my house or call me when he wakes up. I grab my bag and leave. I hope he will be ok.

When I walk in my front door, my only thought is how tired I am. I am so exhausted that I don't even notice my mother right away when I pass the living room. I back track and see her tied to a chair, the living room looks like a tornado went through it, and I rush to my mother to try and help her.

"Hello Pipsqueak. I am glad you could make it. I have missed you, so much." I hear a voice say. Look up from my crouch by my mom and Trey is standing in the corner. I stand and back away. "Now we can finally be together. I'll take care of all the people in our way, do not worry." He says giving me a terrifyinglly creepy grin while walking closer.

"Why?" My voice rasps as I feel the tears slide down my cheeks.

"Why? Oh honey don't cry, it will be alright I promise." He says instead and then takes the last three steps to me, wrapping his arms around my body in a hug. It is gentle and unsettling that this man who has caused me so much pain and trouble could be so kind and gentle at a time like this. I still instantly and then try to hurt him, shove him, anything so he will leave.

"Get out of here leave me and my family along you fucking nut case!" I scream trying to get him to let go. I hear my dad come in the front door and Trey looks at me. Before I can warn my father Trey speaks.

"I am sorry love, but you can wake up when we get to our new home." He says and I open my mouth to scream, but he swings and hits me in the head. I fall to the ground trying to stay awake, but it doesn't work. "Don't kill them" I whisper before I fall into darkness.

Eddward's POV

I wake up groggily. I hear beeping noises, and when I open my eyes I see I am in a hospital. Everything comes back to me, and I pull all of the stickers and crap off of me. The beepers start to go off, and the nurses run in to check on me. I feel a piece of paper beside me and I grab it, tucking it away before they see it in case they take it away or throw it. After dealing with these fools I finally get my clothes and see the note left for me. I read it and smile. Kevin was thinking of me. That makes me feel better than I expected. I start to walk to his home, deciding on just surprising him.

I get to thinking about the feelings I am having again. 'Hmm, strange… seems I have hit the climax to my thoughts. Maybe it is because I never felt such feelings. Maybe it is the danger and the fact that I might lose him. Maybe it's because he said he loves me and I would want to reciprocate that. There are too many probabilities, possibilities and variables for this all to make sense. Emotions are not my strong suit. Logic and swimming. That is me. I prevented myself from feeling such worthless things at a young age that now that Kevin has snuck through the barriers I had forced up long ago and awaken things I forgot existed. The way he makes me feel, the warmth…. do I want this? Can I even be without this? Maybe I should…. What in the world?

Kevin's front door is open. I've been walking all the way here. It's not long, but long enough to give me a headache from the strain. I walk into the house on edge. I see someone lying on the ground, just see their feet though. I round the corner and I see what I assume is Kevin's father laying on the ground, a rather large head wound and bleeding. I grab a pillow and place it under his head, giving it a little bit of pressure before looking at the broken lamp, the one I assume was used to hit the man with, and Kevin's mother who is tied to a chair. I run up to her and take the tape off her face.

"Where is Kevin?" I ask while untying her arms.

"S-some b-boy came in here and d-did all this." She says sobbing. I wince.

"Blond hair? Tall and very muscular?" I ask and she nods her head. I untie her legs and tell her to call 911, not even bothering to try and reassure her because I know I can't. "Tell them they need to find a boy named Trey, from Peach Creek High School. He's gone truly insane." I state and run outside without another thought. I grab my phone doing the only thing I can think of. I need help and there is only one person I can count on when in dire need. We haven't spoken in years, but we made a pact and it is time he owns up to his end of the pact. The phone rings.

"Yea? What do you want? Who the fuck is this?" I hear from the other side.

"Eddy. I need your help."