I know, it's been a while, lol. But 1) Ive been at summer camp for 4 weeks. And 2) Ive jus been busy XD But i guess its good I was away. Because I really got to know my muse a little a better. I've finally found that certain way to write him, ya know? Thatw ay that just WORKS. It doesn't show in this story but after this, I wanna start a new story. I kind of have a whole new respect for my muse. I've reached Muse-Nirvana i guess you could say XD. Anyway, this chappy is short but it's the second to last. Next chapter will be the wrap. Honestly, Im looking forward t moving on to a new story and new ideas, and I hope you guys will still give me your lovely reviews while i do so 333

I'm not Vince- Hunter. Hunter owns these bastards now, not me. And not Vince. O.o LOL

Enjoy my loves!

John was in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. It had been a few weeks since Drew pulled him away from Mike. Physically, he was healed. Mentally... well he had a long road to go. But John was determined. He was tired of the tears and the nightmares. The pain. He was just.. done.

He ran a hand through his hair. He smiled softly. It felt like silk, as Drew told him time and time again. He'd developed some sort of feelings for Drew. They scared him, to honest. It was no secret that John loved too easily and that's what got him in his situation in the first place.

But again, John wanted to be normal. He wanted his old self back. the one who wasn't afraid of anything except spiders. The one who's smile lit up the room. john wanted to be that man again. And he would. With Drew's help. He'd be hat man again.

One thing had been weighing heavily on his mind lately. He remembered a while ago, when Drew had tended to hm backstage. John remembered his words...

"You keep saying that I don't understand. But you have no idea… no idea at all…"

The statement had been replying itself in John's head. He wanted to know what the Scotsman meant. And he'd find out. He exit dthe bathroom and found Drew on the balcony, smoking a cigarette. He went out, leaning against the rail as he looked up at Drew.

"Tell me." John said softly.

Drew raised a brow as he looked down at John. "Tell you what?"

"You know what. Weeks ago, you said you knew how I feel. Explain it to me." He said, folding his arms patiently.

The Scotsman let out a breath along with smoke. "Very well. You should know, what drove me to help you in the first place." He sighed.

"A while agol, back n Scotland, I had a lover. He was a personally trainer. Big fella, helped me with my wrestling. Well.. i feel in love. ANd I fell hard." He said before taking another drag, the memories replying themselves behind his iced blue eyes.

"His name was Dave. Now Dave... he ahd a drinking problem. When he drank, he got violent. Violent with me. I remember one night he came home completely wasted. He was pissed. ANd he took it out on me." Drew said quietly, glancing over at John.

"He'd never apologize the morning after. In fact, he'd just tell me it was my fault. He made my life hell until I finally grew a pair and got myself out. I never saw him again. And when I finally got myself together again, I promised myself that if I could help it, I would never let anyone go through the hell I did." He finished.

Drew reached out, stroking John's jaw. "So you see John... I was simply keeping my promise to myself. But... it turned into more. It wasn't about a promise. It was about protecting... a gorgeous, beautiful angel from experiencing an unneeded hell." He said as John got closer."

John looked down. "I see..." He whispered. Now everything made sense. It was clear to John now, why Drew did all the things he did. Not out of pity or sympathy. It was out of understanding... and maybe something else John didn't know.

"Your just... so strong. I'd never imagine someone... treating you like that." John said quietly.

Drew chuckled softly. "John... everyone in this world, will fall at some point in their life at least once. My mother always said that only broken angels shed tears. Whether she was right... I'm not really sure now. But I do know that when I look at you, I don't see some broken angel anymore. I see the most beautiful, strong man I've ever laid my eyes on." He whispered, leaning down and pressing his lips to John's.

John was shocked at first. But eventually, he couldn't help but kiss back, hs green eyes falling closed. It felt amazing. He wrapped his arms around Drew's neck, pressing closer as he kissed him. Drew's arms snake themselves around John's lithe waist.

When they pulled away, John let out a breath. "Damn..." He panted slightly, his eyes opening and looking up at Drew, who smile softly.

"My words exactly." He said, running his hand through John's soft hair. "We have a flight soon. We should get going." He said, unwillingly letting John go. John simply nodded.

They didn't need to speak about the kiss. There was already and unspoken bond between them. And they both knew what that kiss meant.

When they finished packing, John went downstairs to the lobby first to check them out. On the way, he bumped into someone. He caught his balance and saw Mike, who wore a smirk.

"Johnny..." Mike breathed, reaching out and running a finger down John's cheek.

John, surprisingly, hissed and slapped Mike's hand away. "Don't touch me!" He snapped.

Mike sneered. "Don't talk to me like that! You'll always be my little slut. The little bitch who screamed so prettily. God I miss the fear in those big green eyes of yours..." He smirked.

John shook his head. "No. I'm not your bitch. I'm not your slut. I'm not yours period. You destroyed me. You used me. You almost killed me. ANd granted I won't ever forget what you did. But I'm not afraid of you anymore. Your just a pathetic piece of shit who thrives on the pain of those weaker than him. So go fuck yourself. You mean absolutely nothing to me." He growled and pushed Mike out of the way, heading towards the lobby.

Mike glared after him. John never before had the balls to say shit like that to him. He almost went after him. But he knew better. Mike should know better by now. And he did. So he simply watched the long haired brunette walk off, against the rage that boiled in his stomach. Because he knew what would happen to him, if he caused that pretty little brunette anymore tears.

Interesting ending for this chapter. Not sure how I feel about it. But I think its time for Johnny to get... stronger. Independent. Ive kind of distinguished John between a broken angel and a man. And dammit he's a gorgeous man lol. As Drew stated. So, I hope you enjoyed, and REVIEW POR FAVOR!