Breaking The Rules

Raw Emotions

Author's Note: Warning: There are references to rape in this chapter.

6 MONTHS LATER

Brian's POV

I am sitting at my laptop, busily working on my next campaign, when I hear Justin moving about the loft. I hear drawers opening and closing, papers rustling, and then the sound of him pulling the sheet and duvet off the bed. He's making such a ruckus that I finally turn my attention to him to see what in the devil is going on.

"Babe - you mind telling me what it is you're doing?" I ask with an amused smile, as I see my blond beauty on his hands and knees looking under the bed. His inviting ass is sticking out and I unconsciously lick my lips.

He brings his head out from under the bed and turns to look at me and frowns. He looks adorable and sexy at the same time, and I feel myself harden as I think about how easy it would be for me to just go over there and take him right there on the floor. Hey, why not? He's already assumed the position...

"I'm looking for my ring. I set it on the nightstand last night as I always do before showering, and now it's gone. It must have fallen somewhere. Have you seen it?" Justin asked hopefully.

I resist the urge to tell him I know exactly where it is. I can't tell him though, because then it wouldn't be a surprise. When I saw the ring lying there on the nightstand as Justin showered last night, I picked it up, admiring the beauty of the simple platinum ring. I know Justin has had that ring for years. It was given to him by his grandfather. I noticed that it had a look of wear and tear to it, and that is when I had the idea to have it cleaned up and maybe get a bit upgraded.

So, I quickly pocketed the ring before he came out of the shower. He always puts the ring back on after he's dried off and put his body lotion on. I made sure to distract him by ravishing him the minute he came back into the room, his hot, lean, body still damp with water droplets dripping down. Making love after a shower is nothing unusual for us, so of course he never suspected a thing. The ring was forgotten... until now.

He's looking at me expectantly with raised eyebrows. "Well?" he asks.

"Nope, haven't seen it, sorry," I tell him, feeling slightly guilty for lying. Well, at least it's not a bad lie; it's a good lie. Like when you pretend you forgot someone's birthday and then throw them a big surprise party, kind of a lie. I do know though, that I should brace myself, because when he isn't able to find that ring, he's going to get very upset. That is the only piece of jewelry he wears, and it means a lot to him.

"Shit, where could it have gone? I know I put it on that nightstand," he grumbles, as he continues to look around on the floor for said object. I wish I could tell him there was no use in looking and that he was wasting his time. I already dropped the ring off at the jeweler this afternoon.

I walk over to him, and pull him up off the floor and then with me onto the bed and kiss him.

"I'm sure it's around here somewhere. Don't worry about it, Sunshine. You know it couldn't have just walked away by itself. I'm sure it will pop up when you least expect it," I tell him and give him a small caress to his cheek. He nods at me with a uncertain smile, and I lean in and kiss those pouty lips of his.

"Yeah, you're right. It's around here somewhere. Just keep your eye out for it, will you? I know it sounds weird, but I feel uneasy when I'm without it. I feel so... naked," he tells me, and makes a face like he's a little embarrassed.

"Naked is good," I murmur and start kissing his neck.

"Brian, I'm serious. I feel lost without it. Depressed, even," he says, and he looks so sad, that I swear I just want to turn that frown upside down and confess that I took his ring, but instead I only nod at him and run my fingers through his silky blond locks.

"I'm just teasing. I understand. I feel the same way about my cowry shell bracelet that I got in Mexico. I've had that thing since I was 20," I tell him, and then inwardly wince as I'm reminded yet again how time flies and that I'm that much older now.

"You've had that bracelet since you were 20? Wow, it's really old," Justin says with eyes wide. I see a hint of a smile as he tries to keep a straight face.

"Oh, you're going to pay for that, brat," I growl, and then suddenly attack his neck and blow a big raspberry into the flesh, while tickling his sides. He's screaming and laughing and hopelessly squirming beneath me as he begs for me to stop, but I continue my sweet torture on my lover, enjoying every minute of it, especially the sound of his laughter.

"Brian! Ah! Shit, I have to pee, Brian. I'm serious! Brian!" He yells, he's laughing so hard he can barely keep his breath, and his face is bright red. I feel his hard-on poking into my stomach, and I give him an wicked grin.

"I think you like this more than you're willing to admit, little boy," I tell him, my voice thick and my eyes full of lust.

"I'm sorry I was so naughty," Justin says innocently, getting into his role right away, and then furrows his brows a bit as if he were scared of the consequences he's brought upon himself.

"What should be your punishment for being such a naughty, naughty boy?" I ask him. I'm rock hard as I participate in our little game. We do this from time to time, and it never fails to make us both completely hard and ready for action.

He turns over onto his stomach and sticks his ass out and starts rotating his hips in the air teasingly. "Spank me, Daddy. Go on. Slap my ass hard. I deserve it," he says, his voice hoarse and low. I know that tone. He's so horny right now, he could cum on command if I asked him to.

I give his ass a little slap, not too hard, just for a warm up, and he lets out a moan that sounds so sexy that I almost cum in my own pants.

"Take off your clothes," I demand. He immediately gets up and starts to shed off his clothes in record time and then waits for me to give him further instruction.

"Now bend over my lap and stick your ass out like you did a moment ago," I order him. He immediately does as he's told, and I can feel his erection poking into my thigh and leaking through my sweatpants. I run my hand over his round cheeks in a circular motion. He's got the most perfect ass I've ever seen. I can't wait to make it red.

"Now, what do you say, Sunshine?" I ask. I can hear his breathing quicken, and I know that he's dying for this.

"Please, spank my ass. I need you to show me who's boss," he says, and I see his face flush with lust, want and maybe a little humiliation. I know he feels a little embarrassed with this kind of role play, even though he loves it.

"You want me to spank your hot little ass?" I ask with a teasing tone.

"Yes, please. Do it," he whispers.

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Justin's POV

I'm laying across his lap, my ass out in the air, my cock leaking, and I'm so fucking turned on that it hurts right now. He's teasing me, but I like it when he does that. This game never gets old.

"You want me to spank your hot little ass?" he asks.

I feel my breath hitch in my throat, and I can't think of anything else I want more at the moment - except maybe his dick up my ass. Obviously though, that's not going to happen right at this moment, so I'll take the next best thing.

"Yes, please. Do it," I whisper, and it ends up sounding almost desperate.

I feel him running his soft fingers over my ass cheeks, and then suddenly I feel them leave. I'm rewarded by a nice loud slap on my ass, and I moan, as I feel the delicious burn spread throughout the whole area.

"What do you say?" Brian asks, his voice thick.

"Thank you. Another please," I answer.

Almost immediately I feel another hard slap come down. He continues to spank me, each blow stinging just a little bit more than the last. My ass is on fire, and I'm loving it.

"Ahh," I moan, and then feel his soothing fingers softly moving over my reddened skin again. I then feel them slide up and down my back slowly, my body shivering under his light touch. He loves to tease me, but it's okay, because frankly, I love to be teased.

"Feel good?" he asks.

"Mmm. Yes," I reply, and sigh. I love that his touch is so calming and arousing at the same time.

"I think it's time to turn you over," Brian whispers.

I turn my head and look at him with a smile and nod. He lifts me in his arms and then pushes me back onto the bed and climbs on top of me and before I can even think of what's happening, I feel his lips capture mine in a passionate kiss. Our tongues meet, and we moan into the kiss, loving the taste of each other.

When we start to make love, it is incredible as it always is. The amazing feelings that course through my body and soul can only be described as heavenly. We know every inch of the one another's body by heart, and never fail to give and receive pleasure to the fullest.

After we've both come together, we make eye contact, and smile. We continue to caress each other, and kiss slowly, not wanting to lose our blissful connection. Not wanting to come down from our "high".

We've been together for 6 months and the sex is still out of this world. What I feel for Brian doesn't even come close to what I've felt for anyone else in the past. I suppose when I first met Ethan, I fell hard in lust because of his bullshit promises and his romantic gestures, but what I felt for that asshole is nothing compared to what I feel for Brian and what we have together. I trust Brian more than I have trusted anyone, and I have to say, it's a huge weight off my shoulders. It feels great to finally trust someone again.

Brian is still giving me tender kisses on my lips, neck and face, and I smile, loving that he can't get enough of me. He gives me a final small kiss on the tip of my nose, and then smiles at me sweetly. He then leans his head back on the pillow, but stays close to my face as he continues to look into my eyes. He looks thoughtful, and I smile back at him and wonder what's going through his mind.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" I ask softly, with heavy lids. I'm feeling the after effects of our lovemaking and a warm exhaustion is starting to course through me.

"You really want to know?" he asks a little hesitantly, and then gives a nervous look.

My eyes open wider and I suddenly feel more awake now. His mysteriousness has got my curiosity going.

"Yeah," I whisper.

"I was just thinking about how much I love you," he answers, his face full of sincerity.

Wow. I'm speechless. We've never said we loved each other before. I've hated those words for so long. I never believed in them after my relationship with Ethan ended. I thought they were just useless words that came out of the mouths of liars who only wanted something from me. I guess what I've felt for Brian could be described as love, but there was no need to validate it verbally, so I've just shown him how I feel the best way I know how - with my actions.

He's watching my face for a reaction, and he looks a little worried. He's probably wondering if he should have said anything at all. I bring my hand up to his cheek, and lean in and touch my lips to his to kiss away his worries.

When I pull away from him he looks relieved. I know he doesn't expect me to say the words back. There is a part of me that wants to say it just for him, to make him happy. I don't though. I just smile at him, letting him know that what he said was okay. I'm not going to stop him from expressing his feelings. It warms my heart knowing that he loves me. I didn't need to hear him say it though to know it was true. I've known for a while now that that was how he felt. It's all in a person's actions. He knows how I operate, so hopefully he's aware of how I feel for him as well. I guess I'm just not ready to say the words yet. I know he understands though.

"Are you staying tonight?" he asks.

"Well, I was planning on going home for once so you could maybe get some work done without a distraction," I tell him.

"Justin, I wanted to talk to you..." he says seriously.

"What? Are you not getting enough work done with me here?" I ask.

"No, that's not it. In fact, I think I work better when you're around. You inspire me," Brian says with a smile.

"Really?" I ask.

He nods at me. "Yes, really. So... I was thinking that maybe you should consider moving in here with me," Brian says.

I feel my body stiffen, and I can almost hear the Jaws theme playing in my head. Okay, Justin, calm down. No need to panic.

"Wow, aren't you full of surprises tonight," I tell him, trying to disguise my tension. He must have felt me tense up, because he's started to lightly stroke my arm, which is something he knows soothes and relaxes me.

"You're here almost every night anyway. You're paying rent someplace and you're never even there," Brian points out. I sigh and look at him.

"Brian, I can't give up my apartment. I need it to work on my art. I have done some work here, but I know that you wouldn't appreciate all of my paints and supplies being sprawled out all throughout the loft," I explain to him.

"Well, I've been thinking about that. The loft below us is for sale. Why not buy it and use it as your studio? We could maybe even remodel the lofts so that they are combined," Brian suggests. I look at him and consider what he is saying.

"You're serious about this," I tell him.

He nods at me and smiles. "Yes. I'd like you to move in. If you don't want to buy the loft under us you could keep your apartment and use that as a studio; whatever you want. Or if you don't want to live here we could always look for a new place together and I could either sell the loft or rent it out. I don't care what we do; I just want you with me. Please say yes," he says.

"Brian, this is a big step. We've only been together for 6 months. I know we've been really happy, but you know what they say about couples after they hit their one year mark," I tell him.

"Yes, I know all about that. Look, it's inevitable that we're not perfect. We'll never be perfect. We're going to have our problems and we're going to argue sometimes. That is just part of being in a relationship. I don't expect you to agree with everything I say. I know what I want though, and that is to be with you. I'm in this for the long haul," he tells me. He's hyped up about this, and I know that he's not going to give up easily if I say no.

I look at him and roll my lips into my mouth, as I contemplate my decision.

"Give me some time to think about it, okay?" I finally answer.

He smiles at me and kisses my cheek.

"That's all I ask," he says, pleased with my answer.

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I faintly hear my cell phone ringing from the bedroom, and I quickly dive for it before it can go to voicemail, not bothering to look at the number before answering it.

"Hello?" I say into the receiver, out of breath.

"God, don't you and Brian ever come up for air? You're panting like a lion in heat," Molly's voice says. I laugh.

"Not that it's any of your business, but Brian is not with me right now. He's at the office. I was in the other room when I heard the phone ringing. I'm expecting an important call, so I had to run to answer it," I tell her, not sure why I felt the need to explain anything.

"Okay, whatever you say," she says.

"So why are you calling? Why aren't you in school?" I ask.

"I am in school, dork. It's lunchtime. I wanted to ask you for a huge favor for your favorite sister," she says sweetly.

"Uh-oh this sounds serious. What do you want now?" I ask, trying to sound annoyed.

"To use your apartment, and possibly some of your art supplies?" she asks.

"You better have a really good reason," I tell her.

"Well, you know I'm taking an art class in school. The thing is, we have this group assignment due in two days, and we're not even close to finishing it. Sarah, a girl in my group can't stay after school tomorrow to work on it because of a doctor's appointment she has. They're using the art room as a meeting place for drama club today, so we can't use it, and they told us we're not allowed to take any of the supplies out of that room. So I was wondering if my group could use your apartment for a few hours today after school to work on our project?" she asks.

"Mollusk..." I sigh.

"Justin, pretty please? We'll clean everything up, I promise," she says.

"Well, I'd have to be there while you guys are there, you know that, right?" I tell her.

She sighs. "Yes, I know that," she says slightly irritated.

"Okay, here's the deal. I'll meet you at the apartment around 2:00. I can be there with you guys, but I have to run an important errand at 5:00, so if you could usher your friends out of there by then, it could work," I tell her.

"Oh my God, you're the greatest, Jus! If we beat you there, I'll let us in with my key. Thanks a lot!" she says happily.

"You owe me one, Mollusk," I tell her and smile. I don't mind doing things for my sister, but I love to make it seem like I do.

"Okay, big brother. See you after school," she says, and then disconnects the call.

Great. A bunch of teenagers in my apartment. Oh well, it's just for a few hours. I've lived through worse. I decide to leave Brian's place and head on over to my apartment to get some stuff ready for them. It will save time, and I really need to have everyone gone by 5:00 so I can drop off some of my latest paintings at the gallery and run a few things by Lindsay. Then Brian and I are supposed to have dinner at her and Mel's house. It's all pretty tight-fitted, but it will work.

Molly and three other teenagers show up at my place a little before 2:00. They look surprised when they see a variety of paints, brushes and easels all set out for them to use.

"Wow, your brother is awesome," a short girl with long brown hair and glasses says to Molly. My sister nods and smiles in response.

"He's an artistic genius," Molly tells her and then gives me a wink.

"Laying it on pretty thick there, little sis," I smirk.

"Hey, it's true, isn't it? Nothing wrong with being proud of my big bro, right?" she says. I shake my head at her, and just smile. "Justin, these are my friends from art class. This is Clarissa, Jenna and Grant," Molly introduces.

Each of them look my way and give a smile, and I notice the short girl, Clarissa, is giving me the eye. I smile back at her and she starts to giggle. Teens.

"Sorry, he's gay, and he's got a boyfriend," Molly tells her.

"Oh," Clarissa says, and starts to blush as she looks down at the floor.

"Figures. He's too hot to be straight," Jenna smirks. She's tall and slender with curly red hair and blue eyes.

"Hey, I'm straight. You don't think I'm hot enough?" Grants asks with a pout.

"Of course you are. You wouldn't be my boyfriend if you weren't. Tall, dark and handsome works just fine for me," Jenna says, and then kisses him on the cheek. He smiles back at her, seemingly satisfied with her answer.

I shake my head at them, and walk to the kitchen.

"If you guys have any questions or need help, just holler. I'm going to be in the kitchen on my computer. Help yourself to whatever you want to drink, except of course the alcohol," I say, giving Molly a warning look. She just rolls her eyes at me.

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I glance at my watch, which reads 4:45, and I really hope that they are almost finished. Listening to them jabber on and on about random things that have nothing to do with art, I now know why they haven't been able to get their project done sooner. I know how teenagers are though. I always thought that working in groups was pointless in high school. It was much harder to get work done because there was always someone in the group who was a distraction, or someone who didn't like doing anything, and usually only one or two people ended up doing most of the work while the others fucked around, but still ended up getting credit. Yeah, the good old days.

"Hey, Molly, are you guys almost done? I need to get out of here very soon," I tell her.

"Yeah, we're just about done. We just need to do a few things and then clean up," she calls out.

"I don't think that's enough time. You still need to wash the brushes and stuff," I point out. There is no way she's leaving any of this shit for me to clean up.

"I know, I know," she says, waving me off. I sigh. I hate being late.

Jenna, Clarissa and Grant have already finished with their part of the project and washed their brushes, and are waiting on Molly.

"I'm sorry it has taken me longer, guys, I just couldn't seem to get it right," Molly tells us all. We all nod, knowing exactly how that works. I've worked for days -- sometimes weeks trying to get a painting just the way I like it. Sometimes I end up having to start over. It's frustrating, but there's nothing you can do about it when you're a perfectionist.

"I've got to go, Moll," I tell her.

"I know, but I promised that I would clean up," she said. "Why don't you guys all go on ahead, and I'll stay and here and clean up. I'll lock the door on my way out," Molly says.

"How are you going to get home?" I ask her.

"I'll call Mom, or if I can't get a hold of her I'll just take the bus," she tells me.

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I ask.

She just rolls her eyes at me. "Yes, Justin. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Don't worry, I'll make sure to clean everything up so well you won't even be able to tell we were ever here," she smiles.

"Okay, fine," I tell her.

"I'd wait for you Molly, but I have to be home for dinner," Jenna tells her.

"And I have to pick up my little brother from day care," Clarissa says.

"I could come back to pick you up," Grant offers. Jenna eyes him suspiciously, and I can't say I blame her. I've noticed Grant giving Molly the eye a few times this afternoon and heard him flirting with her when he thought no one was paying attention.

Molly looks at Jenna who is waiting to see what her answer is with an arched brow, and then she looks back at Grant and shakes her head.

"No, that's okay. Go ahead. I'm fine," Molly assures them.

We all head out the door and go our separate ways. It's exactly 5:00 and I think I'll make it just in time.

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Lindsay and I are just finishing up with some details about the gallery show my work will be shown in a week, when my cell phone starts to ring. I smile when I see Brian's name appear on the screen.

"Hey, handsome," I say into the phone.

"Hey, yourself. Are you done?" he asks.

"Yeah, Lindsay and I were just about to head over to her house. Are you leaving to meet us there now?" I ask him.

"I'm already here. I stopped by to spend some time with Gus and thought I'd just wait for you guys to get here," he says.

"Great, I guess we'll see you soon then," I tell him.

"Okay, later," he says.

"Later."

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Brian's POV

Dinner at Lindsay and Melanie's house is going pretty well. Lindsay is a pretty good cook, and I have to say that her pot roast is one of the best I've ever had, though I have to admit that most of my attention during dinner was focused on Justin. I was too busy teasing his cock under the table. It started off with my hand innocently resting on his knee. Then it eventually made its way up his thigh and finally in between his legs. By the end of the meal we are both ready to explode, so when Melanie offers us some dessert, we kindly refuse the offer, claiming that we're tired and need to get back home.

We say our goodbyes and once we get to my Jag, I push him against the door and devour his mouth. We kiss for a while, until breathing becomes a necessity, and we pull away from each other. I'm hugging him, and running my hands up and down his back. I lean into his ear and start nibbling on his lobe.

"I've wanted to fuck you since the moment you walked into Lindsay's house," I whisper into his ear, my hot breath causing him to shiver.

"I could tell," he giggles.

"Ready to go home?" I ask him seductively.

"Let's go to my place first. I need to pick up some clothes and a few other things," he says.

I growl in frustration. "See? It would be much more convenient if all of your stuff was already at my loft..." I tell him. He rolls his eyes at me.

"Brian," he says, giving me a warning look not to push him. "I told you I needed to think about it," he says sternly.

"I know, I'm just making a point. I thought it might help move your decision along," I say, and give him a smile. "Besides, it's been over a week. You need a little push," I tell him. He just shakes his head at me.

"Well, there was another reason I wanted to stop by my place anyway. I left Molly there earlier and I wanted to make sure everything is cleaned up and in its place," he tells me.

"Oh, all right. I'll follow you over there," I tell him.

"There's no need to pout, you're going to have me. You just have to wait a little longer, that's all," he says with a sweet smile. I give him a light slap on his ass.

"Let's hurry up," I tell him.

"Well, if you can't wait until we get to the loft you could always fuck my brains out at my place," he says with a sexy smile.

"Let's go," I tell him. He laughs and then kisses me quickly before heading to his own car.

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When he opens the door to his apartment, I immediately dive for his mouth. He kisses me back hungrily, and we start panting through our noses as we try to get off our coats without ever breaking our kiss.

Then I hear something.

"Justin... do you hear that?" I whisper. He pulls away from me and turns his head as if trying to listen for something.

"Yeah, it sounds like water running. Like my shower," he says with a frown.

"What the fuck? I thought you said Molly was leaving after she cleaned up?" I tell him.

"Yeah, she was supposed to," he says. He then rolls his eyes. "Damn it, I told that girl she couldn't be here in the apartment alone without telling me," he says, his voice a bit angry.

"Well, how do you know it's her?" I ask.

"That's her sweatshirt, and her backpack is right there on the chair," he says, pointing to her things. I sigh. I can see Justin is upset and is about to barge into his bathroom and start yelling at her, when I hear more noise over the running water.

"Wait, Justin -- it sounds like... like she's crying," I tell him. He immediately gets a worried look on his face and rushes over to the bathroom. I'm right behind him, trying to prepare myself for anything.

The sobbing is louder now, and the bathroom door is open, but we can't see her since the bathroom has a shower curtain instead of a door.

"Brian, what do we do?" Justin asks me, fear in his eyes.

"See if she's okay," I urge him. He nods at me blankly.

"Molly?" he calls out. The sobbing now pauses.

"Justin? Go away!" she yells desperately. We look at each other and my panic is rising and I can see Justin's is too.

"Molly, what's wrong? Are you hurt?" he asks.

"Please, just go away. Please," she continues to sob.

"Not until you tell me you're okay. Tell me you're okay!" Justin yells back.

"I'm fine, just leave me alone," she says.

"I don't believe you, I'm coming in," he says, and pulls the shower curtain back.

"No!" she cries hysterically.

I am shocked to see Molly is sitting on the floor of the shower, hugging her knees and rocking back and forth. She's shivering and crying. She lifts her head up in surprise at us, and I can see her lip is swollen and bloody. Justin backs away and cups his hand over his mouth.

"Oh my God," Justin says, and starts to freak out.

I am on auto pilot and I scurry to grab a large towel from the cupboard in the hallway and immediately rush back into the bathroom past Justin. I turn the water off and wrap the towel around her.

"My God, you're freezing," I tell her. "Let's get you out of here," I say, and without a second thought, I pick up her soaked body and carry her out of the bathroom and to Justin's bedroom. I immediately notice that the sheets and duvet have been removed from the bed, and that confirms my guess as to why Molly is so upset. I am about to set her down on the stripped bed when she starts to scream.

"Shhh, okay, I'm sorry. I won't set you down there," I whisper. I then carry her into the living room and set her down gently onto the sofa. I wrap a blanket over her still shivering body, and I carefully examine her face. She keeps her eyes looking away from me in shame. I can see she has a bruise forming on her left cheek.

Justin is just standing there, frozen. I know he is seriously freaked out and has no idea what to do. I want to be there for him, but my main concern right now is Molly and making sure she is all right. I will take care of Justin later.

"Justin can you get me another towel?" I ask. He doesn't say anything. He's just staring at his sister, and tears are falling down his face. "Justin," I call louder. He then turns to look at me, still looking dazed.

"I need another towel to help her dry off. Can you get one for me?" I ask again. He nods absently, fetches another towel, and hands it to me.

"Thanks," I tell him, taking the towel from him and then start to dry Molly's hair and face. After a few minutes of helping Molly dry off, I can see that she's calmed down a bit.

"Are you okay?" I ask her softly. She finally looks at me with teary eyes and shakes her head.

"I want to go home," she whispers.

"Who did this to you?" I ask.

She looks away, and doesn't answer. I sigh, knowing that she is going to fight me on this.

"Molly. We need to get you to the hospital. You're going to have to tell the police what happened," I tell her.

She shakes her head as she's crying. "I can't," she says.

I look to Justin for help, and he walks over us. I stand up and motion for him to sit where I was sitting. He sits down next to his sister, and then leans down and hugs her. She hugs him back and clings to him tightly and they both just sit there and cry. I feel my own tears comes to surface, and I feel so helpless. Molly is such a good kid. Why did this have to happen to her?

Justin takes a deep breath and finally says something.

"Moll, was it Grant?" he asks, his voice cracking. She doesn't answer him, but just looks away and closes her eyes. He looks at me and nods. We have our answer. If it wasn't this asshole Grant, she would have shook her head no.

"Can you tell me what happened?" he asks softly.

"I just want to go home," she says again. He shakes his head at her, and takes her hands in his for support.

"No, Molly. We have to take you to the hospital. You need to have a rape kit done," he says.

"No!" she yells angrily. "No one is going to touch me!"

"Brian, can you please call my Mom?" he asks. I nod and take out my cell and dial Jennifer's house. She answers on the first ring.

"Brian, is Justin with you? I'm really worried. Molly should have been home hours ago. I called her friends and they said she should have left Justin's apartment just after 5:00. She's not answering her cell phone --" Jennifer says frantically, and I cut her off.

"Jen - she's here at Justin's place," I tell her.

"Oh, thank God," she says, the relief in her voice evident.

"Jennifer, I need you to remain calm, okay? You need to come over here right away. You understand?" I say firmly.

"Brian... what's wrong? Is it Molly?" she asks with a panicked voice.

"Molly's hurt. We need you to come here. Leave now," I tell her.

"I'm on my way," she says, and hangs up.

I look over at Justin who is talking to his sister in a low comforting voice. She's not responding much, but she seems to be calming down a lot more now that her brother is talking to her. My heart goes out to this family. I can only hope that they can get past this in one piece, and I intend to give it my all to help them in any way that I can.