If I could see, I think Gus would look terrified at the arrival of my father. I know I am. “Justin, Justin, Justin. I am disappointed in you. Thinking you can just waltz in here and expect to rescue the child”, he tuts, shaking his head as he slowly paces back and forth in front of me. My head’s throbbing but I can’t pass out in case he hurts Gus. Although what a chained up teenager who’s as blind as a bat is going to do to stop him, I haven’t decided yet. I narrow my eyes as best I can at him. “He’s my nephew, how can you expect me not to try to save him!?” Well, to me that’s the most obvious thing in the world. My family has always meant the most to me. I’d do the same for Lindsay, James and hell, even Brian. He shakes his head, bending over a crate which used to, once upon a time, be my toy-box and pulled out a whip, which I only know what it is after he cracks it. Okay, that sooo wasn’t what used to be in there. And this is soooo going to hurt. And I was right. When the bone hook on the leather connected with my bare chest,, my scream echoed through the house. ~~~~~~~~ They were at the bottom of the drive when they heard the scream echo through the air. “Justin?” James whispered, his face now devoid of all color as everyone stared. “We have to move, now…” came Lindsay’s whisper as she ran for the servants entrance, pushing the door open and pulling her gun. And that’s when they ran into Chris, the guy form Lindsay’s premonition, “YOU!” she hissed, glaring, “Where is he!?” she snarled, the laser aimed at his forehead. He gulped and pointed at the side staircase, “In his old room, please don’t hurt me. I only hit him”. Cody stepped forward, eyes blazing insanely, “I’ll take care of Hobbs, go!” The last thing Lindsay saw before Ben rushed her up the stairs was Chris on his knees with Cody’s gun in his mouth. ~~~~~~~~ The pain is too much. My chest and stomach is a mass of blood. Deep, horrible looking gashes line my torso. I think Gus is going to be scarred for life after seeing this happen to me. His hero. That’s laughable. That’s when the door slams open, well, it flies clean off its hinges. “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!” Yay, Lindsay’s here. I can die happy now. There’s lots of yelling, gunshots and cussing as I’m dragged from the wall, so sure my guts are dragging along the floor. My saver goes to fight as I stagger for the crib, which is where my bed used to be so I know where. “Jussin!” comes the half sob, half yell as the child launches itself at me. I just manage to catch him, then steady myself. If I end up on the floor, I won’t be able to get Gus out. Staggering for the door, I push it open. Well more like smash into it with my shoulder, probably dislocating it in the process. “DADDY!” I spin around quickly at the horrified scream from my nephew, although I don’t know why. I’m blind, so it’s not like I can see anything. A sob comes from Lindsay as something hits the ground. And I feel my heart being ripped from me as grief takes me over. It’s ended. And I’ve lost everything.