I'm curious as to where the lines are going. I put one up, and it vanishes. Is it just me? Or is this happening to everybody else too? Oh well, I can live without them.

I would also like to apologize to those of you who want to read graphic sex scenes, and aren't finding them on my stories. I want to write them, but my sister likes to read my stories, and while she is also a yaoi fangirl, she isn't quite as...hardcore...as some of us. So, go find my other FP profile, where I post my sex scenes.

Heartstrings91- I'm so glad you're worried for Cain. I hope you like this chapter, and make sure to stick around to see what happens to Miles.

NamieLuvsAllFics- I hope this was fast enough for you! Sadly, it was one of my fastest updates on this story.

GinBrat- I'm sorry! I'm just good at writing sad scenes.

Lovesyoumore- Thank you for reading, and I hope you like the chapter very much!

Also, those of you who want to know what I look like, I'm now on Utube. Not as some fancy youtuber, just some stupid videos me and a friend made. My username is Allenluvable, and I guess the easiest video of mine to find would be, Confessing my love to Matthew Gray Gubler. So type that in.

I'm the one with the long hair.

Dat's me.

Anyway, on with the story.

Chapter 27

I quickly move us into the house after only a few seconds, shutting the door behind us and lock it. I'm not sure why I do that, I just do, incase maybe Miles in hiding in the bushes and is going to jump out and blow the door down.

"Sit here." my mother says, pushing me into the couch, and occupying the space next to me. My dad sat opposite of us, looking at me with a beaming smile that both made me want to smile back, and made me want to cry some more. But I wiped away any left over tears, trying to decrease the puffiness of my eyes. I most have looked pretty bad.

"Cain, it's so...why didn't...do want to..." my mom started three different sentences, clearly full of things she wanted to ask me, but maybe scared of the answers. I was pretty sure the second thing she was going to ask was, "Why didn't you call us?" Or something along those lines. And I didn't want to answer that.

"It's good to see you, son." my father offered, and his words were so genuine that they brought back the guilt, and for some reason, I said, "I can't stay long. I have to-"

"No!" my mother gasped, grabbing my hand. "Don't leave again. Not so soon!"

I bit my lip, and nodded, even though she hadn't asked me a question. But it seemed to calm her non-the-less, and she smiled. She turned to Abel, and smiled at him warmly.

"You're that boy I heard about on the news, aren't you?" she asked, and he smiled back and held out his hand.

"Yeah. I'm Abel. It's nice to meet you."

"Abel, huh?" my father laughed, reaching out to shake his hand too. "That's pretty funny."

"So, uh, how do you know Abel, Cain?" mom asked, and even though she'd worded it different, I knew what she was asking. I looked at Abel, wondering what to do, and he just smiled at me softly, letting me make the choice, knowing it might be dangerous to tell. But his action only made me more determined to tell the truth. Why would I want to hide him, so perfect, funny, nice, smart, and loving, from my parents.

"He's, uh, Abel's my...boyfriend." I said, but the last word kind of came out as a whisper. For a split second, nobody did anything, or said anything. But then my mother smiled a wobbly smile, and started to cry. My first horrified thoughts, were, Oh my God, she's upset that I'm gay.

But she must have realized I would be thinking this when I drew back a few inches and Abel squeezed my shoulder. "I'm sorry, hunny, it's just that..." she wept, "I missed out...I didn't even...I wish..." and then I understood. She was sad that she hadn't been around to even help me on my sexually confused journey, and she was seeing how little she knew about me now.

Truthfully, she knew nothing.

My father started to say something, to cover up the awkward, but at that moment, the door opened. I spun around, terrified that it was Miles, wondering how he could have gotten past the door, even after I locked it. But, to my shock, it was a little boy, kicking off his shoes, and tucking a set of keys into his pocket. He had black hair, like mine.

"I'm home." he said, without even looking up. For a second, I thought some random kid had gotten his house confused with ours, and had wandered in, but my mother and father's guilty faces quickly changed my minds. They'd had another kid? How was that possible? I'd only been gone two years, and this child must have been at least five.

He looked up when he got no answer, and his eyes went to me instantly. They were the same color as mine. He blinked a few times, clearly as confused as I was, but then he said, "O-oh. Cain." Just like that. He knew who I was, but I had freaking clue about him.

"W-who are you?" I asked, suddenly noticing pictures of him hanging up on the walls, family photos of him with my parents, mixed in with the old ones of me.

"L-Logan." he answered, going quickly to my father, clutching onto his sleeve tightly, scared. My eyes were wide as I looked between my parents for an explanation. Finally, my father said my mother, "Hun, why don't you take Logan upstairs for a few minutes, and I'll talk to Cain."

My mother nodded, stood, and held out her hand for the young boy, who quickly ran over to her and grabbed her hand, letting him lead him up the stairs. She turned back and shouted to Abel, "It was wonderful meeting you, Abel. I hope we can talk more later."

He nodded mutely, giving her a small smile as he moved over to take her spot on the couch, sitting next to me, and clutching my hand tightly, knowing I needed his support. When we heard a door click shut, my father sighed heavily.

"Cain, don't think for a second that we ever stopped thinking about you, it's just-"

"You had another kid?" I interrupted, still confused.

"Logan's adopted." my father explained. "Last year, your mother, she...well, she wasn't doing well."

Wasn't doing well? "Like how?"

He shifted in his seat, clearly uncomfortable. "She...she tried to kill herself."

I froze, and my mouth dropped open. My mother, my beautiful, wonderful mother, had tried to commit suicide? I didn't even have to ask why, there could only be one reason. I stumbled to my feet a second later, planning to run from the house, as far away from this guilt as I could, but Abel hadn't let go of my hand, and he stood with me, but pulled me into his chest, clutching me tightly.

"It's okay." he whispered.

"She...she...she..." I whispered back, grabbing his sleeves and holding them tightly with my shaking hands.

"It's okay." he said again, starting to rock me gently in his arms.

"Because...because of...me." I whimpered back to him, stunned. "No Cain." he said simply, and a second later, I felt another hand on my head, and when I turned, I saw that my father was only a couple of inches behind us, and his eyes were shimmering with tears. "No Cain." he said too, hand running through like he used to do when I was a kid.

How could he say that? Even though he didn't know that the reason I'd stopped speaking to them was because of Miles, how could he say that? To him, the only truth he knew was that his only son- well, his only son then- had stopped calling them, and didn't visit them, and even turned away when he saw them for the first time two years later.

So why was he trying to make me feel better?


Why was everybody but me so perfect, and wonderful, and pure, and forgiving?

Because they don't go through what Miles puts you through.

An excuse.

After a minute of silence, Abel was able to coax me back on to the couch, where my father continued his explanation, but now he was sitting next to me, holding my other hand.

"Anyway, after she did that, I thought that maybe if I was able to find her somebody to take care of again, she would be okay. So, we adopted Logan, whose parents had put him up for adoption when he was four. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Are you mad?"

I shook my head. It was mostly the truth. I wasn't mad. Just shocked. But not mad. I mean, how could I be mad at them for trying to fill the hole I'd ripped through their chests? My father smiled, relieved, and asked, "Would you like to talk to him? He's always wanted to meet you. He says he really likes your voice." he added, smiling at me with pride.

I hesitated to answer, but then I nodded. "I'm always happy to make the fans happy." I said automatically, slipping into rock star mode for a second. I could tell that saying it made my father feel weird, but he didn't say anything, just motioned for me to follow him up the stairs. I went, stopping for a second when we reached the door that had once been my room. I wondered if it had changed, or if they'd kept it the same.

"Your room?" Abel asked, smiling at me, and I nodded, whispering to him, "I'll show it to you later."

"Sexy." he said back, reaching over to tickle me. I laughed and pulled away, bumping into my mother, who had just opened the door next to my room, which had been the guest room when I left, but I know guess was Logan's room. He was sitting on the bed, and when he saw me, he smiled at me shyly, lifting his fingers a few inches to wave to me.

"Hi." he said, and I smiled back, crouching down to see him better, flipping the hair out of my eyes. It flopped back into place, and I flipped it again, only for it to flop back into place. He laughed, and reached over to try to move it for me. It flopped right back into my eyes, and we both laughed.

"Thank you." I said, and when I looked over my shoulder, I saw that both my parents, and so was Abel. It was just me and him.

"I saw you on TV." he whispered, looking away for a second before he looked back. Looking at him, I knew instantly why my parents had chosen him. Looking at him was almost like looking at a younger version of myself. It was hard to believe that we weren't actually brothers.

"Really?" I said. He nodded.

"You sing good." he added, and I said, "Thank you."

"It's good you came." he said then, and I asked, "Why?"

"My momma...your momma, she was sad. Your daddy too."

Guilt again.

"They're your mommy and daddy too." I said. "We can share them."

He smiled brightly. "Really?"

"Of course. And if they're ever mean to you, just call, and I'll come pick you up, and you can come perform with me on stage."

"Really!?" he repeated, jumping up excitedly, and I laughed, catching him as he launched himself into my arms. A second later, I was swinging him around, and to my surprise, in the spaces between his wild laughter, he would sing, one or two words, and I realized they were the lyrics to my songs.

I joined him, feeling happy for a few seconds, forgetting the things I'd done to my parents, and the overwhelming guilt.

And then my phone rang.


I shut the door quietly, turning to look at his mother and father. They both looked like him to a degree. He had his father's facial structure, and his mother's hair. They all had the same color eyes, the brilliant, shimmering green. Those ears were on me now, and when they saw that I was looking too, they both smiled at the same time.

"Thank you for taking care of our son." his father said. "My name is Greg, and my wife's name is Carol."

"You already know my name. And it's no problem." I said, smiling when I heard the little boy laugh from inside the room, clearly falling just as hard as the rest of us did for the delicate, beautiful, mysterious creature that was Cain Hart.

"He's...he's not okay...is he?" Carol asked me hesitantly, eyes full or worry. I sighed. It was easy for anyone to see, well anyone who cared about him, that beyond his beauty, Cain was injured, and he needed help. Fast.

There was no point in lying.

"He's hurting." I said simply, knowing that Cain wouldn't want me to talk about him, or about Miles. After all, we'd only just made enough progress for him to admit to me that something was going on between them. Now, I just had to gently get him to crack. "I think seeing you really helped him today." I added, hoping to ease some of their pain.

"Why did he...why hasn't he..." Carol tried again, but again, she couldn't get it out.

"That's something you'll have to talk with him about." I answered, and suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, and Cain was rushing past us, saying something hurriedly into his phone, Logan standing in the middle of the room, looking lost.

"Cain?" Greg called after him. "Cain, what's wrong?"

"Cain!" his mother shouted, and she darted after him, clearly afraid that he was going to disappear from her life again. I followed after them, but unlike them, I wasn't confused. There was only one person who could make Cain act this way, and that person was Miles.

"I'm sorry." I said, pushing past them on the stairs, and stopping in front of them, halting us all. "We have to go."

"What!?" Carol gasped. "Why? He'll come back, won't he? Won't he?"

"Of course." I said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "He made really good progress today. I'm sure he'll want to see you both again, very soon."

I let them go past me then, and when we reached the first floor, Cain was stuffing his phone into his pocket, and he turned around, clearly surprised when he saw us there.

"I'm sorry." he said, echoing the words I'd said on the stairs. "I have to go."

"Why?" his mother asked softly.

"Emergency meeting." he lied, reaching out for my hand. I grabbed it, looking into his eyes, which were wide with fear. We had to hurry.

"You'll be back, won't you?" Greg asked. "And we can...talk more."

He wanted to know what was going on with Cain. We all did.

Cain was staring at them, thinking hard. After a second, his eyes filled with tears, and he smiled, letting go of my hand, reaching over, and pulling them into a tight hug.

"I'll come back." he said. "I promise." he pulled away. "Just don't...don't tell anyone that you saw me today...okay?"

"What? W-why?" Carol asked, confused. He shook his head and grabbed my hand again.

"You just can't. Promise?"

They both stared at him, confused, worried, scared. But, they nodded, clearly deciding not to question him, for now. He smiled at them, and then tried to discreetly wipe away the tears that were filling his eyes.

"Come on Abel." he said, pulling me out. We ran from the house, jumped into my car, and sped away.


I hope you like this chapter! Thank you all for reading it.

Abel- Hey, that was pretty fast updating.

Cain- I know. Pretty unbelievable.

Me- Hey! Enough with the insults.

Kenny- I wasn't in this chapter either!

Me- Shut up!

Cyril- I thought it was sweet.

Me- Thank you Cyril.

Kenny- I did too, I just wanted to point out that I wasn't in it.

Scotty- Don't worry. Neither was I or Misty.

Misty- Yeah.

Me- Don't worry Cain, I love you!

Cain- Huh?

Me- Oh, Belle doesn't really like you very much, so I just wanted you to know that I did.

Cain- W-what? Why?

Me- She doesn't like that everybody likes you.

Cain- But...I can't control that!

Abel- Don't worry Cain, I still love you! *hugs Cain.*

Kenny- Me too! *Jumps into the hug*

Cyril- Yeah, you're a nice kid. *joins into the group hug*

Scotty- Dog pile on Cain! *Jumps on them*

Misty- Hyah! *jumps*

Cain- Get off me, guys! I can't breathe!

Me- Hail, Marisol, Logan, come on! *jumps into the pile*

Marisol- Hell yeah, we love you, you sexy beast!

Hail- Yeah! *They grab hands and launch into the pile*

Logan- I-is it okay?

Me- Of course!

Logan- Yay! *jumps in*

Cain- G-guys! *gasping for breath*