A/N: Okay some how one I posted this first it did not get all of it. So I uploaded the finished one. Hope everyone one likes this chapter. R&R And check out my story Balance!

The trial was set and everyone was ready to see Allen punished for his abuse on Cam. Cam though, was having an upsetting time. The hearings had taken a great toll on him and he was sick of telling his story to everyone. When he saw his father at the hearing he almost lost it. Allen looked as if he was ready to kill Cameron, and Cameron feared that he would find himself dead if his father did not get convicted.

Cam had taken residence with Bree and Quinn, and was sleeping in one of the spare rooms. Living with the two had its pro's and con's. Cam was not ignored anymore and had someone to talk to face to face, instead of through a telephone line. Living with a teacher though was hard. Cam was forced to do his homework every night, before he even stepped foot out of the house, or his room for that matter. Cam briefly wondered just how Bree snuck out to go to parties with her father always right there.

It was two weeks before the trial, and Cam was sitting in his room in the dark. The blinds drawn and the lights off. He felt alone, even though he was surrounded with people. None of these people had gone through this, they had no idea what it was like to fear their own father. Bree was best friends with her father, and Jon and his father took camping trips every summer based solely on the purpose of bonding. Bonding with a father must be nice, it was something that Cam would never know. Bonding with a parent for that fact. Cam had been thinking a lot of death and how it would be better if he just ended his life. There would be no more fear of his father, and no more pressure from everyone else to tell his story. Death was better then life, he was sure of that. In death he would not have pain and remorse anymore. Picking up his backpack he pulled out the small silver razor that he had placed in the small pocket. Such a small thing to end such a huge thing. It was strange really. Holding the metal to his wrist he looked to his door before he decided that it was the right time. Pressing down he prepared himself for the initial pain that would come. Though the pain never came. Opening his eyes he saw Jaykob looking back at him and holding the razor in one hand, and Cam's arm in the other. Without a word he pulled Cameron into his arms. Cam felt horrible. He let the tears flow freely from his eyes not caring that he was showing emotion.
"Death is not the answer, Cameron." Jaykob said once Cam had stopped crying and had calmed down.
"Then what is the answer"
"Not giving up and not turning your back on your problems. If you give up then your father knows that he won. That is not something that you want Cameron. You don't want to give him the pleasure of knowing that he caused you to take your own life. You want to show no fear when you see him and make him think that he has lost. In the end he is going to lose Cameron, not you." Jaykob said forcing Cam to look at him.
"I know what you are going through Cameron. It is almost scary how much our teenage years have become alike. I too was picked on for being gay when I was in school, I too had an abusive father. I never let him get to me though, I stood my ground and told him that if I was not man enough for him then that was his problem not mine"
"Bet he didn't like that." Cam said surprised that someone did know what he was going through. He thought he was alone.
"No, he didn't. I got quite the punishment for that, but I learned to let it not bother me. No matter how many things he did to me he could not break me. I was not going to change for him, and I sure as hell was not going to let him win by dropping out of the race"
Cam sniffed and said he was sorry.
"There is no reason for sorry Cameron. I know how hard this is, but you need to be the better person. When you see him again you look him in the eye and you tell him that you are not scared of him and that he is the one that needs to learn how to be a man, not you." Jaykob said standing from Cam's bed. "Can I trust that you will not try and hurt yourself again? I really don't want to lose my trust in you"
Cam nodded. As Jaykob made his way to the door, he heard a faint 'thank you' from Cameron.

As the trial progressed so did Cam's feelings of hatred towards his father. Allen denied that he had ever touched his son. Though the pictures of the bruises told the judge otherwise. Cameron kept his tears inside while telling the judge and the jury what had happened to him. He was proud of himself when he was able to leave the stand and not feel a single tear in his eye or on his cheek. Allen was sentenced with twelve years in jail, no chance of probation. All in all Cameron was grateful when the ordeal was over. The month long trial had taken it's toll, once again on Cameron. So it was no one's surprise when Cam slept half the day away and did not eat much for a few days after the trial.

Jaykob had not told anyone of Cameron's suicide attempt, and tended to keep it that way. It was not his place to tell others. It was late and Quinn was saying good-bye to Jaykob. The air had started to turn cold already, it was only late September. Everyone knew that they were in for a harsh winter.
"Well, once again I had a wonderful time tonight." Jaykob said once he had Quinn stopped in front of his door.
"That's good. I don't know what I would do if you told me that you had a horrible time and never wanted to see me again"
"Like that would ever happened." Jaykob said turning from Quinn to unlock his front door. "Come on in, and warm up a little before you go home." "Warm up huh? What would the warming up deal with?" Quinn asked stepping into the warm home and closing the door.
"Oh just a little bit of this." Jay said giving Quinn a small kiss on the lips. "Maybe some of this." He said repeating the same action as before, though turning his kiss into a much longer and more intimate session.
"I've been meaning to ask you something." Quinn said between kisses as he pushed Jay towards his couch.
"What's that"
"Would you like to move in with me"
Jay pulled back and looked Quinn in the eyes. "Are you serious"
"More serious then I ever have been." Quinn said moving his mouth to Jay's neck to continue the make-out session. "What do ya say"
Pulling Quinn's mouth back to his, Jay gave him another small kiss. "I say yes"
"Why does I suddenly feel like I am getting married?" Quinn joked.

"Oh my goddess! Tell me you are not joking!" Bree yelled, waking Cameron from his blissful sleep. Another scream from Bree had Cam fully awake and standing at the foot of the stairs. Bree was jumping up and down like a school girl who had just been told her crush felt the same way about her.
"Oh god, what did you do? Buy her a porn with Heath Ledger and Orlando Bloom starting as the main characters?" Cam asked rubbing sleep from his eyes. Quinn chuckled, and Bree smiled. "That would be so hot, oh my goddess, now I am going to have great dreams"
"I do not need to know that." Cam said walking towards the kitchen.
"Neither did I." Quinn said shaking his head.
"Aren't you going to ask what I am so excited about?" Bree asked following Cam to the kitchen.
"I was under the impression that I just did." Cam said grabbing some cereal from the cupboard and moving into the game room to sit down.
"My dad asked Jaykob to move in!" Bree squealed.
"That's great." Cam said still have asleep.
"You bore me." Bree said turning on the television. No sooner had she stopped it on 'First Comes Love', the door bell rang. "I'll get it." She yelled, causing Cam to jump and spill his cereal over the floor. "Great." He said standing up to gather the falling food from the floor.
"I must say that I really love the sight." Came a voice from the doorway. Cam jumped again, causing him to spill what he had collected.
Turning around he glared at Jon.
"I love that one too. You look so cute when you glare." He teased walking over to help Cam clean up the mess.
"Well since I ruined, or Bree ruined your so called breakfast, you want to go and get something"
"No I am not really that hungry." Cameron said turning towards the stairs.
"Where are you going?" Jon asked trailing behind him.
"To my room, you are welcome to join me though"
"It would be my pleasure."

"Stop Jonathan." Cameron said through small pants of air.
"What?" Jon asked stopping his hand from unbuttoning Cam's pants.
"Um, I need to get something to drink." He said pushing himself from Jonathan.
Things were getting to intense between Cameron and Jonathan and Cam was scared. He was not ready to have sex, but he could tell that Jon was. He didn't want to tell Jon this. He knew that Jon thought they had been together long enough t engage in such task, but Cam did not think so. It had only been close to two months. Every time that Jon would start to unbutton Cam's pants, Cam would come up with some excuse as to why he was stopping Jon's advances. He knew that Jon was getting suspicious. He also knew that he had no choice now. He would have to go back to his room, and then Jon would start again. Taking a deep breath Cam re-entered his room. Jon was laying on his back, with his shirt removed, looking at the ceiling.
"Your back. Come here." Jon sitting up on his knees and motioning Cam over with his finger. As soon as Cam reached the bed, Jon pulled him into a kiss, and his hands instantly went to Cam's pants. There was nothing that Cam could do now. He was just going to have to go with the flow and hope that it his first time was no as bad as he thought it was going to be.
"Relax, baby. I am not going to do anything to hurt you. Believe me all you will feel is pleasure. This is all for you." Jon said finally sitting down on the bed and pulling Cam in between his legs. Dropping Cam's pants and boxers to the ground his smiled to himself.
Cam took another deep breath, trying to calm himself. Closing his eyes, he waited until Jon removed the rest of his clothing. Though his shirt was not being touched. Opening his eyes he looked down just in time to see Jon take a hold of his half hard cock and start to stroke it. Jon kept his eyes on Cam, refusing to break contact.
Cam's face was flushed, and his eyes had taken on a glassy look. His mouth half open, trying to conceal his moans. Though Cam was unable to conceal his moan when felt Jon take his cock into his mouth.