Thanks to muffin_donat2007 for the beautiful banner. Also, BIG OOC warning in this chapter. Justin's POV I stop abruptly, still facing the door. His words slam through me, and so I force myself to reply. "Don't change yourself because of me. Besides, I'm just a trick, right? Right. We'll just have to have joint custody when the baby is born. That's all there is to it." I couldn't stay with Brian, if I knew that he was sleeping with other people before coming home to me. I know I sound like an asshole or a child, but I've already been hurt so much. All the crap with Chris and almost completely losing my art, Shane, and this other crap with my father. God, what did I ever do to anyone, to deserve all of this shit? I feel a tear slide down my cheek, but I quickly wipe it away. I'm not a weak little faggot. My father was wrong. I repeat the words to myself silently, and then I go and see about Jamie. I walk into the room where Jamie and Daphne are. Sitting down, I take my little girl into my arms. Looking at Daphne, I say, "I don't know what to do, Daph. I don't know, if I can handle being in another relationship. Shane pretty much fucked me up for anyone else." Daphne sighs softly, and then she says, "Well Justin, I'm really not the best person for you to be asking relationship advice from. Ever since Jamie was born, most men don't look at me the same way. It's even worse when I tell them that her father is gay." I can't help but flinch at Daphne's words. She notices, and tries to apologize and hug me. I set Jamie down on the bed, and then say, "I love Jamie, Daphne. You asked me to help you have a child, and I did. Now you want to act this way? Next you're gonna tell me to give up my rights." The room is filled with silence, after my last statement. After a moment, I feel my throat starting to close in. "Justin....?" I cut her off, outraged. "You can't fucking be serious! You were the one who asked me to help you have a child, and now you want me to give up my rights?!" Daphne tries to speak, but I cut her off again. "Fuck that! Jamie is my daughter too!" As the sound of my voice increases, Jamie wakes up. She starts crying, and when I go to reach for my daughter, Daphne quickly pulls her out of my reach. "Justin, I've finally met someone. He's a nice guy. His name is Riley, and he adores Jamie. You have no idea how hard it is to find a man like Riley, who loves Jamie and me. He's everything I ever wanted in a man. Please, Justin. We want to be a family." I take a step back in shock at her words. "What about OUR family, Daphne? You, and Jamie and me, are a family. Besides, what about by mom and Molly? They love her, Daphne. You can't just go and take Jamie away from her family. The only family she has ever known." Daphne's next words shock me and hurt me. But I try not to let my pain show. "I AM JAMIE'S FAMILY. I'M HER MOTHER, JUSTIN. AND WHAT I SAY GOES." I glare at Daphne, and then say, "So I'm just the sperm donor? WELL, FUCK YOU!" I walk out of the room, slamming the door so hard that all the pictures fall off the wall. I grab my wallet, and start for my room again. However, as I approach the door, I hear Brian arguing with someone on his cell phone. From the sound of his voice, I know that it's Lindsay. I take several breaths to calm myself, not wanting to alarm Brian. He's already heard more than he probably ever wanted to know, anyway. When I feel calm enough, I slowly walk into my room, and sit on the bed, resting against the wall. I listen to Brian talking to Lindsay, and what he's saying, makes me freeze. "Fuck that, Lindsay. You can't ask me to choose between Gus and Justin. Fuck you. Justin is not just a fuck, Lindsay. He means more to me than that. I thought YOU of all people would understand." Brian is silent for a moment, and then he says, "I'll give you my answer soon, Lindsay." I get up at Brian's words, and I leave the room again. I understand that Brian has Gus to think about, and he has to put up with Lindsay's crazy demands, so that he can see his son. My daughter is being taken from me, and so is Brian and my other child. What am I going to do? I go into my studio, and walk into the bathroom connected to it. These thoughts keep swirling around in my head. They are driving me crazy, and I feel like I'm going to lose it. Suddenly, I punch the bathroom mirror that covers most of the wall over the sink. The whole mirror comes falling down with a loud CRASH, as it falls to the floor and glass scatters everywhere. Apparently everyone heard the crash, for they all come running to see what has happened. When my mother and Daphne see the blood on my arm and hand, they both begin to freak out. They're remembering the bashing and all the blood, I know. Their screaming is getting on my already thin nerves, so I shout, "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" My mother stares at me in shock, while Daphne quickly shuts the hell up. I've never spoken like that to my mother, or in front of her like that, and I know that she's surprised. Brian pushes his way through everyone, and then he snaps his cell phone shut, cutting off Lindsay's bitching. Looking around, he tells everyone to leave the bathroom. After several minutes of disagreeing, the others finally leave, and Brian and I stand there. "What happened?" His voice is soft and calm, and it's just what I need, because I feel like I'm about to completely lose my mind. "I got pissed off," I tell him. It's the truth. All of this crap is happening, on top of everything else that is already happening. It's all around me, smothering me, suffocating me, and there is nothing I can do. I should get a fucking medal for staying sane for as long as I have.