A/N: Another Sunday another's chapter marked with an M. Do enjoy!

'Who would've thought that Ty would be my rescuer. That is, if he can get me out of this mess'

Rhys thought as he shuffled away from the two glaring individuals. Ty had a look on his face he had never seen before. I wasn't his normal squinty eyed look he normally has and it wasn't his pissed off face. This look was completely new and terrifying. To call it disgust would not give it enough credit. 

Appalled would be the closest word.

"Tyler, what are you doing here? Don't you see it's late.", Oscar said as if his actions never happened before.

"You fucking for real? Like fuck! Do you think I'm fucking blind or stupid.", Ty snapped back at the cop. 

"I just think you may have misunderstood.", Oscar's says but Ty is clearly not moved.

"Misunderstood? You were about to make Rhys suck your nasty ass cock. Ain't nothing there to misunderstand. "

Now the air is tense. Rhys leans against the wall slowly bringing himself to a standing position. He bit back his breaths trying not to disturb the thick blanket of malice coming from the two.

"Go home Ty. Just walk away and forget what happened. This doesn't concern you.", All effort to charm his way out of this situation was gone. 

Ty looked at Oscar and then at Rhys. His eyes land up.in the ceiling and a chilling laugh escaped from his lips. This pissed off Oscar more.

"What's laughing for boy.", Oscar snarled.

Ty grinned maniacally and met his gaze back to the officer. "I just find it hilarious that you, a person who the Bolts welcomed into their home could be this way. They laughed with you, they ate with you and they cried with you when Velinda died."

"Take my wife's name out of your fucking mouth!" He snarled advancing at the teen. It could be hard to tell who is the adult in this situation.

"Why do you care? Had no problem having another person in her bed." Ty says with a chuckle, "Well least it wasn't a woman."

A pale fist flee and the sharp smack of a fist hitting bone echoed through the bathroom. Ty staggered back against the wall holding his now bloody nose. Ty sniffed advanced back at Officer landing a good blow on the side of the male's face. Oscar snarled from the pain and wrapped a hand around the teens arm. He slammed the boy in the bathrooms tilled wall. Blood stains the white tiles as Ty slumps down. Oscar was quick to his rage onto the battered teen.

'He's going to fucking kill him.' Rhys thought in horror. Not leaving much more time for further thought he launched himself at the officer wrapping a tight arm around the male's neck. Oscar staggers back clawing at the red head's arm. The teen could only bite his tongue to prevent the hiss of pain from escaping. 

Oscar gets a hold of Rhys' shirt and flips him onto the floor with a thud. He pinned him to the floor. A sick smile of pure delight comes to his face. His thick hands wrap tightly around the others neck as he slowly squeezed around it. To Rhys' utter disbelief, this sick officer had a boner.

"You…sick…mother…fucker!", Rhys gritts pulling and beating at the others arms.

"You should have given me what I wanted Rhys. Now I have take it like this.".

Oscar's pulls at the others clothes, he rips them away without any care. A rough finger rubs between his ass cheeks. It had no sort of lube on it so it felt like sandpaper is being shoved up there. Rhys cried out in pain as he was once again assaulted by this man. Just when the officer thought to add another a loud bang was heard throughout the whole bathroom. 

Officer Oscar looked stunned before dropping onto Rhys. Rhys quickly pushes the unconscious body away. He looks up to see Ty holding a metal rod and looking down at the body in pure disbelief.

"Can't believe I just did that.", he whispers before dropping to his knees next time Rhys.

"I'm glad you did.", Rhys says in a daze himself. 

Ty drops the rod with a thud and pokes a stray hand at Oscar. "Why did you come to meet with this fucker. Don't you see how dangerous this man is!"

That was a very good question to Rhys. Why did he stay with this man. Couldn't be the sex. The sex was trash at all times. He didn't have to come. He had no power over him anymore. Yet, he still felt compelled to come. He did come. Was he scared of this man. 

Rhys looks down at the once towering man. How did he let him break him down so much. He is  nothing yet had so much power over him.

"I do not know. I have no idea why and that scares me.", Rhys says as the tears that he had been holding back for months finally come flooding down. Loud ugly sobs shaked through the red head's body. A gentle hand rests on the shaking boys shoulder. The hand moved towardshis back as he was brought into a secure embrace. 

"You know, when I first followed you I thought you were cheating on Malik. I thought, finally I can get fucking even with you , but then I saw Oscar.", Ty pauses balling up his hands. "I saw what he did to you and all the hate I had for you just stopped clouding my brain for a moment. "

Rhys sniffed and looked up at Ty. "So you don't hate me anymore?"

"Don't push it. Still do just not as much as before."

He dryly chuckles. "I guess that is progress." Ty just looks away it what Rhys would say is fake annoyance.

The police car lights swarm through the windows. Heavy footsteps charge into the bathroom. Front and center was Officer Henderson. Henderson quickly assess the situation before going towards the two boys. The other officers deal with the still unconscious Oscar.

"You boys need paramedics." Henderson starts looking a the two's injuries, "Get a medic in here now!" He shouts.

"How did you know we were here?", Rhys asked.

"I called him. I left him on speaker phone for the entire time."

"Guess you are smart after all."

Ty chooses to ignore that comment and let's the incoming paramedics deal with his wounds. They were transported to the hospital for a more through check up. No serious injuries but Rhys felt like shit. Hell, he just nearly got raped again. But, all his thoughts couldn't get over this question.

'Am i truly free from Oscar?'

The thought would have to wait as his hospital door opens. He was expecting it to be anyone. Malik, Jordan or even Eli. But no. The person who eneters is the last person he ever expected to see. 

He was tall, just like Rhys with a head full of long red hair. Thick black rimmed glasses covered his light blue eyes. He was older. Most likely in his mid thirties he pushed back his hair with a nervous twitch in his hand. When he finally looked at Rhys good and beautiful smile erupted all over his face. 

"Hi Rhys. It has been long time."

"Yes it has Uncle Harvey."

A/N: Question: If I were to ever write a sequel do you think it should focus on Jordan or grown up Eli and why?