Sorry bout the extremely late update but I've been busy with sports and now that the season is done I'll have more time to write

WARNING:

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS RAPE AND INCEST

IF THAT'S NOT YOUR THING THEN SKIP THE ITALICIZED PART

K?

K

Also for those who also read Sleeping With The Enemy it should have its update tomorrow cuz it's gonna be either really long or two short chapters

Randy sighed and rested his head against the window.

The rain outside was pelting down against it, making it impossible to see through it.

He looked over to Evan, who was sound asleep on the bed, the storm outside leaving his sleep unaffected.

His eyes wandered over the boys half clothed form, settling on the bruises that littered his torso.

He winced when they finally rested on the hand shaped ones around Evan's hips.

He had been so pissed when he found out that Dave had done that to him.

He was surprised the young man was not more traumatized, he flinched when the man's name was mentioned but that was about it. He sighed again and turned his eyes back to the window staring out of it, it was nights like this that Randy remembered.

Randy sat up in bed, the crash of thunder pulling him out of his deep slumber.

His eyes widened and he looked around his room expecting to find a mass murderer to be hiding somewhere, finding nothing he settled back into his bed and closed his eyes. Moments later the door to his room flew open and a very intoxicated Bob Orton made his way into the room.

Randy sat up and looked at him, smelling the beer on his breath, " Dad what are you doing?" he asked. Bob just mumbled something incoherent and continued on his way to Randy.

Randy threw off the blankets and stumbled out of the bed, attempting to avoid his father. Bob came around the side of the bed and grabbed Randy's arm throwing him onto the bed and pinning him down.

Randy struggled against him, before a few hits to the head dazed him. The next few things became a bit blurry in Randy's mind, but all he really remembered was pain and lots of it and blood.

He remembers crying afterwards and his father leaving his room with a demand of, " Don't tell your mother." He remembers laying there for hours after it happened and not being able to move and throwing out his sheets the next morning.

Tears pricked at the back of Randy's eyes as the memories came flooding back into his head. He shook his head hoping to clear them and ran a hand over his face.

He had been 15 at the time, he was a very timid teenager up until that moment. After that he rebelled in anyway he could.

He smoked, he drank, he did drugs. He did anything to keep his mind off the pain, anything that would help, make him forget. It wasn't to soon after that, that he realized he was gay.

After that he made it his mission in life to protect people like him so that would never happen to anyone again. He turned his eyes back to Evan's now awake form.

He smiled and made his way over softly grabbing Evan's chin in his hand, he caressed his face. " How'd you sleep Baby?"

Evan blushed at the term, " Alright I guess." Randy smiled and caressed his face again, the younger man leaning into it.

Evan looked up at Randy from under his lashes a light blush dusting his cheeks, " Will you stay with me, please?" he asked. Randy smiled and climbed onto the bed wrapping an arm around Evan.

He laid them both down and sighed, he looked down at Evan, the younger man's eyes already closed. He smiled and closed his own eyes hoping for a peaceful sleep.

John ran a hand through his hair and growled slightly. They were supposed to be back an hour ago.

He got up from his bed and made his way across the room looking out the window. The rain pelted against it and made it impossible to see.

John strained his eyes for the black car that he new was suppose to be already parked outside. He growled again when he noticed what appeared to be a car pull up, a yell from downstairs made him run from the room to see what had happened.

When he got downstairs several men were standing around the sofa and John could make out a small trail of blood on the floor. He pushed through the people and stopped cold.

Laying on the sofa was Jay and he was bleeding.

" What happened?" John whispered. Mark came up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder squeezing it to offer some comfort.

" Nothing was supposed to happen. It was just a stake out and next thing we knew we were surrounded." John closed his eyes and dropped to his knees grabbing one of Jay's hands.

He smiled slightly when he felt him squeeze his hand back. " I told you I'd come back." John smiled, " Youz said you'd come back same way as youz left."

Jay laughed, " I don't remember sayin that but alright." John smiled, " What happened?" Jay shook his head, " Dave. He pulled a knife and well you know the rest."

John nodded his head and turned towards Mark, " I'm gonna need a bowl of hot water, a washcloth, and a needle and thread." Mark nodded his head and went off to gather the things John had asked for.

By the time he had returned everyone had gone and John had removed Jay's jacket and shirt. " It didn't knick anything from what I can tell. He just got him good. I'll clean it up and then sew him up and he'll b fine." Mark nodded his head, " I'm sorry about this."

John shrugged his shoulders as he took the washcloth to Jay's wound, " It's not your fault. It'll just be another scar for me to trace when we lay down."

Mark smiled and ruffled John's hair, " Call me if you need anything." John simply nodded his head and went to work.

Evan slowly opened his eyes and stared at the man he was snuggled into. He looked so much more peaceful when he was asleep.

Evan looked down at the arms that were encircling his waist and smiled. They were covered n tattoos, Evan managed to get a hand free and began to trace the lines.

He heard randy groan, but continued to trace the tattoos that were in front of him. " Havin fun?" Randy asked.

Evan smiled and nodded his head. " You don't speak a lot." Randy commented. Evan shrugged his shoulders, " Just don't feel the need to." Randy smiled, " It's okay, I know just how you feel."

John sighed and snuggled his face into Jay's careful to avoid the patch of gauze that covered his stitches.

Jay's chest slowly rose and fell as he slept. John smiled again and lifted his hand to trace the ghostly pale scars that marred John's torso.

Jay let out soft moans as he shifted in his sleep trying to get the soft tickling feeling off his chest.

John smiled and placed a kiss to his chest before losing his eyes and lacing their fingers.

...so?

Randy: o.0 I got frickin molested

Evan: Wahhh Me 2

Me: Yes, Yes you both did

John: Damn how many scars is he gonna get?

Jay: Dam Dammit woman

Me: :]