there is some non graphic molestation in this chapter! You have been warned!

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The next day was the worst day of both of their lives, Seamus's for two reasons and James's for one very good reason.

The day before had been so fun and fantastic Shay thought nothing bad could happen, but something very bad occurred, something that was (in his opinion) worse than any beating. And that thing led to another that scarred Shay and James for life... more than they already were, anyway.

It started when Shay returned home from working at the restaurant down the street, but when he walked inside, guess who stood right in front of him?

You guessed it. Sean Finnigan.

But Sean looked different. His face wasn't set in a scowl or an expression of rage as it usually was, especially when it came to his son. Clean and washed, his clothes looked neat and tidy from his pristine white shirt to his crisp blue jeans right down to his socks, which didn't have a single hole in them.

Something was very, very wrong here.

"Hello, Shay," Sean greeted with a sly grin and Seamus took a step back. Nothing good happens when Sean grins. "Come here, son."

Sean grabbed Shay's wrist and yanked him into the living room, dragging him over to sit on the couch.

"W-Where's James?" Seamus stammered.

Sean chuckled and Shay fought against the tight hold on his hand. "Don't worry, he's in his room, safe and sound."

"I won't believe that until I see it with my own eyes. JAMES! Could you come down here?"

Nothing.

Sean placed a palm over Seamus's mouth. "He's taking a nap. He didn't sleep well, so do your best not to wake him."

Shay was unwillingly pushed onto the sofa and Sean sat beside him, a little to close for Shay's liking.

"Well, Shay, we really haven't got time for just you and me since we got back from either jail or boarding school. I was still dealing with what happened to me in prison, and you were still adjusting to having your father back in your life, so we really haven't gotten time for just you and me like we used to."

Like we used to? What was he talking about? Sean had never been affectionate towards Shay and the fact that he was being kind to him now could only mean one thing: trouble.

"W-What do you mean?" Shay cursed himself when he stuttered.

Sean actually looked hurt and offended. "You mean you don't remember?"

Shay shook his head and turned his head to the side, waiting for the blow that would surely come. But it didn't.

Instead, Sean chuckled. "How cute. Come on, sweetie, I know you can remember."

Sweetie. Oh, Merlin, no.

*FLASHBACK*

"Come on, Shay, come here!" His father called in a playful tone of voice.

Shay didn't care or even notice that this change of mood was odd; all he knew was that his daddy wanted to spend time with him for the first time in... forever!

He ran over, obediently, and didn't object when Sean lifted him onto his lap,. In fact, he just giggled, his naive mind believing that maybe Daddy would read him a story like Mommy did sometimes, but that was not Sean's plan.

"Shay, has anyone ever taught you about good touching and bad touching?"

Shay nodded. The neighbor had taught him that on the many times she babysat him. "Ms. Martin teached me."

Sean smiled. "It's taught, Shay, not teached."

Shay nodded, showing he understood.

"Well, guess what? Ms. Martin lied," Sean said.

Seamus's eyes widened. "But, lying is bad."

"I agree, and that's why I'm here to tell you the truth," Sean told him. "There is no good touching or bad touching; there's nothing wrong with any kind of touching. And guess what?"

Sean leaned in as if he were telling a secret and Shay's eyes lit up in curiosity.

"It actually feels good; you want to make daddy feel good, right?"

Shay nodded, eagerly. Anything to make his daddy happy.

He would soon be revoking that decision.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

"NO!" Shay screamed, trying to throw himself off the couch, but Sean growled and gasped his wrist in his much stronger grip.

"Come on, Shay," Sean said, his false sweet smile back in place. "You wouldn't want little Jamie to get hurt, now would you?"

Shay froze. He couldn't let James get hurt; he was his life, his family. How could he let him get hurt by the monster sitting next to him?

Sean placed a hand on his son's knee and started to rub the very uncomfortable teenager's leg. He smirked because this only increased his control over the person beside him and he loved it.

Meanwhile, Shay felt like he was going to be sick. He hated this and he just wanted it to stop, but he knew that if he fought back, Sean would hurt Jamie and he couldn't allow that.

Speaking of Jamie, why hadn't he come downstairs? Surely, he'd heard Shay yelling and James was just as protective of Shay as the elder was of him.

"Wait," Shay mumbled as his father started to kiss his neck. Disgust and shame rippling through him, he stammered, "I-I want to see James first."

"You can see him after," Sean growled in frustration.

"N-No, I wanna see him now, then, you can... do whatever you want with me." Shay nearly puked, but he couldn't find any better way to word that horrible sentence.

Sean rolled his eyes. "Well, guess what? I'm not giving you a choice!"

He reached for the button on Shay's shirt and started to undo them, but by now, Shay was struggling.

He had to find Jamie! What is Sean had hurt him? What if he was unconscious or dead? What if he couldn't move and was scared? Either way, Jamie needed Shay and Shay needed James. He couldn't just sit here while his brother might be scared out of his mind upstairs.

Shay kicked Sean in the ankle and while his dad yelped and rubbed the forming bruise, Shay leapt off of the sofa and made a break for the stairs, screaming Jamie's name and not getting a response.

Sean tackled him from behind and the two of them went crashing to the floor, Seamus kicking and screaming all the way.

Sean held Shay down by his shoulders, but Shay wiggled one arm free and punched his dad in the jaw.

He didn't know why or how, but he just knew that something was wrong with James and he had to get to his little brother. Even if it killed him.

Punch! Kick! Shout!

Father and son were entangled up in a flurry of blows and finally, out of sheer luck, Shay shoved his father to the ground, where the man's skull cracked against the wood.

Sean was only dazed and already started coming around.

Seamus was beginning to go into panic mode. He knew he'd never make it to James and out of the house without getting even more injured or possible killed by his father. His body temperature was rising and sweat was dripping down his face; how was he going to get out of this?

Sean suddenly shouted in terror and made a break for the door, which got a curious stare from Seamus until the boy saw the smoke that was curling around him. Seamus turned and could only stare.

The world was up in flames.