Sorry for the late update again! -_-'
I promise i'll try to get better at updating.
IF I TAKE LONGER THAN A WEEK AND A HALF TO UDATE AGAIN, SOMEBODY PM AN ANGRY NOTE TO ME, PLEASE!
ALSO!I'm sure you guys are wondering why the hell I put GLaDOS in a story like this... well, it's because IJDGAF! HAHA! JK! I'm just weird like that. ;3

I wanted to struggle when he dragged me inside, I wanted to struggle when he started talking business with the guys he owed, I wanted to struggle when the guys accepted his offer, and I wanted to struggle when the head of those guys told his goons to take into the back room to "break in the merchandise."

But I was too afraid. . . I'm always too afraid. . . I'm such a little wimp, I couldn't even blink when all of this shit happened.

I'm sure you have an idea as to what those bastards did to me, and yes, they did do that. . . but that's not all they did.

There were three of them "breaking me in."

They tied me up.

They took turns at me.

They beat me with a broken 2'4", just like Cade's old man did to him.

They cut me all over.

Then finally, they pumpped me with drugs.

By the time I woke up, it was dark out and it seemed like everyone was gone. I wisely took the time to break out of my bonds and escape out the window - the first good decision I've had in a while.

I instantly remembered the rumble that's supposed to be going on and checked over myself to make sure I looked alright. I noticed that I was trembling uncontrollabley - probubly a side-effect from the drugs - yet my cuts and bruises were - thankfully - not showing. It was cold out, so I came up with the idea to blame my shaking on the weather.

It didn't take me long to get there. The Brumly Boys and my guys were already there, now we were just waiting for the Curtis gang. . . I'm not realy looking forward to meeting up with them for. . . obvious reasons, but I can't back down now. I may be a little bitch, but this is a rumble and if i'm not a part of this, people might get suspicious. . . "People might get suspicious?" How paranoid am I?

I said my dumb little excuse to my boys, scored a cancer stick from one of them annd waited for everyone else to show up on behind some tree.

A few minutes later, they showed up. I had to go over and greet them to make sure nobody suspected anything. Shook hands with the oldest Curtis, and "complimented" Ponyboy and Johnny on killing the Soc. . . somehow I'd managed to make it seem like I was "regular old Tim." But then, I noticed Dallas giveing me an odd look, as well as Johnny and Ponyboy. . . Oh no, Johnny didn't tell, did he? Why would he? He said he wouldn't tell anyone! I trusted him! Why can't anyone around me be trusted? Why? What's gonna happen to me now? Are they gonna jump me after the rumble is over? What's gonna happen? WHAT'S GONNA HAPPEN? Oh God, just listen to me! I'm a paranoid little wuss! How did I survive this long?

The sound of mustang engines could be heard from afar, getting closer and closer. The Socs have arrived. Everyone lined up, Geasers on one side, Socs on the other. Darryl and some meatheaded guy walked up to each other. They circled each other for a while until finally, the meathead took the first swing. Darryl easily blocked it and got him in the face; the rumble has begun.

I was doing just aweful, I kept getting taken down onto my back, people were quadruple-teaming me, Curly had to keep stepping in to halp me. . . eventually, I just gave up and hid behind one of the Brumly Boys' cars. When I heard those words, "Ha! They're runnin'! Look at those lil' fuckers go!" I quickly got up and mixed myself in with everybody so that no-one would notice I was missing.

Unfortionately though, I still had the sneaking suspicion that Johnny ratted me out. . . I'm sure of it now.

Hopefully they won't beat you too hard. Ha. Ha.

Dammit! Her? At a time like this?

Dallas and Johnny both approached me with a murderous oura emmitting from them. They're gonna kill me, I know it. I hung my head low, still looking at them nervously. I didn't dare to blink or take my eyes off of them for a second. I could left by the time they got to me, but I was too afraid to think - like that's any different from any other time in my life. Whhat made me even more afraid was the fact that nobody else noticed a thing.

"Tim," Dallas spit out, "We need ta talk."

I swallowed hard and nodded, still staring at them with caution.

Dally roughly grabbed me by my arm and forced me to follow him into the trees with Johnny following close behind. He dragged me all the way to the vacant lot where John-. . . Cade slept in from time to time.

He threw me down on the ground and immediately kicked me in the ribs. "WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?" He yelled, "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? FOR CHRIST SAKES, HE'S A BOY! A BOY, TIM! YOU LITTLE FAG!"

I didn't say anything, I just lyed there completely vonerable as he beat me, cursed at me, insulted me, hurt me. . . But what hurt me the most about this situation. . . is that Cade, the Curtis Gang's "pet", had caused this and was watching with a stone face. . . Am I realy so much of a scumbag that someone as sweet and as nice as him wouldn't care if I was in pain?

Yes Tim. I try to tell you, but you always want to deny.

"SHUT UP!" I shout, not caring who heard me at this point, "SHUT UP! I'M SICK OF THE WAY YOU TALK TO ME, GLaDOS! GET OUT OF MY HEAD ALREADY!"

Dallas and Johnny were staring at me wide eyed, I didn't care though. All I was worried about at that time was getting GLaDOS out of my head.

Don't talk back to me like that, all I've been trying to do is help you.

"Help me? You've been making my life worse, you bitch!"

"Th-The hell?" Dallas mutters, "Johnny, he's. . . he's crazy man. Y-YER CRAZY, TIM SHEPHARD! YOU HEAR ME? CRAZY!" As he grabbed Johnny and pulled him away from me, I could hear him mumbling something like, "We gotta tell the guys."

I didn't care about what he was saying at the time. . . If only GLaDOS hadn't distracted me like that. . . I could've at least tried to stop them.

Although I have to admit, that was a pretty good plan, getting me to show them I had a voice inside my head like that. . . It's so terrible that I'd be inpressed with someone trying to ruin me - or rather, me trying to ruin me. I only became aware of her plan after those two, because as soon as they turned around, she stopped talking. . .

I sighed when I got up to head for home. I'm definately not looking forward to what's waiting for me there. . . Maybe I'll finish up that bag of weed I got from that tramp?

I stopped my thoughts when I found myself standing on my porch. I placed my hand on the doornob, stopped, sighed, than opened the door.

As soon as I had entered, Curly had me pushed up against the wall with one hand wrapped tightly around my throte. "What the fuck Tim?" He yelled in my face, "I saw you hide behind that car you little bitch! Who the hell do you think you are? You have any idea how emberressing it is to have a pussy for a older brother?"

He roughly threw me on the floor and kicked me repeatedly. "And what about this I hear from Dallas that ya kissed that Cade boy? Is it true?" I just layed there curled up in a ball, not giving any sign of response. "You did, didn't you? I can't believe this, you-you-you little queer! I hate y-"

"DO YOU STILL WANT ME TO TELL YOU WHAT HAPPENED?" He paused and stared at me in a slight shock from being interrupted, then his face hardened back up.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He spat.

"A while ago, I started to tell you why I treat a certain way, and then I just left you hangin'. . . Do you still want to know what happened?"

He stared at me, seemingly curious. Then he forced his face to be uncaring. "Yeah, whatever." He sighs kneeling down to my level. ". . .What happened?"

I gulpped when the full weight of the situation hit me. Okay. . . I'm really going to do this. . . I'm going to tell my little brother the truth, and hopefully I can be somewhat at peace. . . And if I am, then I will tell Angela, and the both of them can finally see how Dad really is. Here it goes.

"When me and Dad where in his room playing a "game those times, we weren't actually playing a game. . . When we were in his room, he was. . ." I take a deep breath, summoning up the courage to finsh my sentance. I could already feel the pressure building up behind my eyes.

"Hurry up, Tim." Curly said. But I just continued sitting there, silent. . . Not again, I'm wussing out again. Maybe I'm not ment to tell him? Yeah, I should just stop right here. . . But if I stop now, will I ever have a chance like this again? Will I ever be able to tell anyone about it? No, no I can't tell anyone about it, he'll kill me! I can't tell anyone! No-one must know! I can't! I FUCKING CAN'T!

"Tell me Tim!"

That's it, Im through with this. "HE WAS RAPING ME!"

Curly gasped loud and fell onto his butt.

Yes. . . Yes. . . I finally did it! I finally confessed! Now we can be real brothers from now on! Now he can finally see that bastard for who he realy is! We can finally get rid of him!

With all of those happy thopughts running through my mind, I almost missed Curly when he whispered, ". . . Liar. . ."