Drake woke the next morning to his step-brother's snoring, right in his ear. He felt safe, though, and warm. It was, a nice feeling. He could tell that Josh really cared by the arm around his chest and the warm form behind him, keeping the covers over his body. He smiled a bit to himself and sighed. His friends, former friends… How could he have been so wrong about them? He shuddered in memory of things he saw the night before.

Oh he knew that places like that existed, that people were into the booze and drugs and anonymous sex with multiple partners and whatever else went on… but Drake, didn't want that.

Yes, he'd had a couple of beers at parties and he'd tried some shots and such as well, that's normal in his eyes, trying a couple of things, there and there is not the same as constantly getting plastered. But drugs and sex, no. Not what he wanted. He'd not had sex with any of the girls he'd dated, oh they might have said they did, but he didn't. Making out and a grope or two, that was one thing, but sex? No.

Honestly? Before that night the thought made him blush and shudder. And not entirely in a good way. He could appreciate the softness of a woman, her curves, her pretty face and perky higher pitched voice, but in all honesty, when he was alone and touched himself for pleasure he more often thought of broader flatter chests and long thick fingers with slightly roughed pads, of voices more like his rich tone, of slight stubble, of sharp angles. He thought of men. And he was ashamed to completely admit it and therefore kept it to himself. He didn't want to think about much of what would happen if others found out.

If Josh…

Tears pricked his eyes. His world was crumbling, the world outside their room at least. His friends were monsters in disguise, his music, he didn't want to think of touching the guitar, as if his touch would now somehow make the music less pure. He wanted to feel clean again, to feel whole. He felt this large gaping chasm in his chest that was going to swallow him up like a black hole.

And the only thing that he could see to reach out, the only thing he could think of that could save him, keep him afloat in this deep darkness…

That one thing to bring him back into light…

Josh.

But if Josh knew the truth, he'd be…Gone…

AN: Another chapter done, a really really short chapter done. XD So sorry about that. But classes have started and things are just, ugh. I started a job too and I don't have time at work to write really. Sucks, doesn't it? I know…

Anyway. There are two things that can happen in this story and I'm going to let you all have a chance to tell me.

Drake can have been raped (I will not write a scene where he is. I refuse to actually write it)

-OR-

Someone could have tried to rape him, but it didn't actually happen.

I'm leaning more towards the second. Or if you have a better idea, let me know. Thanks!