Incest/Taboo Unbelievable

"You okay, Johnny?" Bill asked, seeing John's uneasiness in being in large crowds.

"Yeah, just wish guys would stop trying to pick them up like I'm nonexistent," Johnny grumbled over the noise.

"They're hot, bro; of course, every guy here is going to try and woo them away from you," Ray stated in a joking brotherly tone.

"Not going to happen," Johnny stated firmly as his arms wrapped around Annie and Janus, who had rather large grins on their faces at his action.

"That's right, Johnny, no one's ever going to take me away from you," Janus whispered into his right ear as she nuzzled his neck.

"I have the man I've longed for; those others are inferior specimens. Why would I ever give you up?" Annie sighed, snuggling closer to her brother to show those men at the party that had been eyeing them that she was taken and they were better off looking elsewhere.

"But you are having fun, aren't you, Johnny?" Ruth asked in a friendly tone as she rested her head against Bill's arm. Rubbing her hand along his chest, knowing they both needed this night out given how their exams were two months away, and they all have been working hard in studying while keeping up with their college work.

"I'll give you that," Johnny admitted with a nod.

"Good; maybe when you feel like it, you'll join us more often. It's nice to see you out and about," Wanda said with a warm smile before taking a sip of her drink.

"So, have the two of you chosen a wedding location yet?" Janus asked, knowing how much the two of them have been looking into places when they were nose-deep in their text books.

"Mmmhmm," Ruth hummed, nodding vehemently. "Mom and Dad reserved this nice church for us just on the outskirts of the east side of the city. Enough room for all our family and friends that want to attend," she stated happily. So very pleased that their wedding was moving forward. Before then, she had felt like Bill was stalling and stringing her along.

"Johnny, I have a question; say no if you want. I know what I'm about to ask might not be up your alley, okay?" Bill spoke, looking at John, who was staring perplexingly at him. "What would you say about being one of my groomsmen?"

"A what?" Johnny asked, confused. His brow furrowed as Janus whispered to him what the word meant. "I don't know, Bill; you know how I get paranoid with everyone looking at me. I don't want to be a distraction."

"It's okay, Johnny, I understand, but you will be there, right?"

"If I'm not, Annie will cut me off, so yes, I'll be there," Johnny answered, noting the wicked grin on his sister's lips when he said that.

"So, any thoughts about the honeymoon?" Janus inquired.

"We're thinking of this little island resort off the coast of Vancouver; it's a reasonable price and remote enough for just the two of us to enjoy ourselves. What about the three of you? Surely you want to have your own. After Johnny's out of school, of course," Ruth replied, flashing the three of them a smile.

"We really haven't thought about it," Annie admitted. "With so much going on, we just want to ensure Johnny was going to be okay through the trial and maybe, if he agrees to do it, help him recover from the operation. So if we do decide to take one, we know we can't fly anywhere, at least for some time."

"I can totally understand that; Johnny's health comes first," Ruth stated with a firm nod, noticing the arched eyebrow that got out of him.

"What about the Wallowa mountains, I know there are some great hotels and resorts up there, and it's so beautiful this time of year there. Plus, it's not too far of a drive from here," Wanda stated, offering her two cents.

"That's a wonderful idea," Janus mused. "We'll give it some thought; it depends on how this little one behaves until then," she muttered down to their daughter as her hands roamed along her belly.

"Can I?" Wanda asked, wondering if she would have that same look on her face whenever she got pregnant with her's and Ray's first child when they got to that point.

"Of course you can," Janus responded happily.

"What's it like?" Wanda inquired as she laid her hand on Janus' stomach as she sipped her water.

"Hungry, horny," flashing John a smirk, "hormonal, bloated, sore, swollen feet, but I wouldn't change it for the world," Janus said sweetly as she laid her hand over John's. "So you boys ready to become uncles to our sweet Julia?" she teased, flashing Ray and Bill a smile.

"Not really, but we have to be; boys will be hounding her in no time," Ray joked, seeing the scowl on John's lips at the thought of that.

"Oh, don't let him get to you, Johnny," Wanda stated, leaning against Ray, lightly patting his chest. "He won't admit it, but he's all giddy about being an uncle. You should have seen him at the college library looking up ways to be the best uncle to a little girl. It was adorable." Grinning madly at the look Ray shot her, hearing the others just joining in on the mirth.

"I'm excited, not giddy," Ray grumbled into his drink, which only got another round of giggles from the ladies.

"And I am so looking forward to being an aunt. You can count on me," peering at John and Janus, "if you two need a babysitter, I'm your gal; we'll be happy to watch her while the two of you do whatever it will be," Ruth stated in a friendly smile.

"Remember you offered," Janus mused with a coy smile. Noting from the corner of her right eye, another would-be suiter approached her. "I'll handle this, honey," she said, squeezing John's hand, noting the hardness of his eyes.

"Excuse you?!" Wanda snapped when the man brushed his hand along her ass. "Does it seem I want your filthy mitts on me?"

"Relax, honey, I'll get to you later," the man stated with a cocky grin on his lips.

"You need to leave now," Ray stated, putting himself between Wanda and the man.

"Chill, cupcake, I'll take care of your woman right after I'm done with this little hot piece..." Only to have his voice cut off as John snuck around Janus and reached up, and clamped his hand around the man's larynx.

"I will only say this once, you worthless piece of shit who takes liberties that are unwarranted," Johnny hissed darkly into the man's ear. "You will leave this table, you will never come near my wives or me, or my brothers and their girlfriends while we are here, or so help me, I will rip out your throat and enjoy doing it. Nod, if you fucking understand. Good, trust me, I have no qualms about putting dogs like you down. Society will thank me for getting rid of someone like you, now leave," he ordered, releasing his hold on the man and pushing him away from their table.

"John..." Bill started to speak, only for his voice to fail when those eyes, those same eyes he had seen when his brother had his first episode, glanced over towards him.

"I'm fine; they need to understand who's the crazy one here is; that will keep them away," Johnny uttered, retaking his spot. Looking over at Annie, who whispered in giddiness that he had said wives loud enough for all to hear.

"Thanks for the backup, bro," Ray saluted with the tip of his glass, noting the dreamy eyes Wanda was giving him. Squeezing her into his side, making sure every man there knew who she was with. Seeing Bill whisper something to Ruth, watching how his brother twisted his glass counterclockwise as he did. Knowing that was the signal, they had worked out beforehand. Growing a little nervous about what was to take place. Sure he's danced in public before; however, not like he was about to. All to show Ruth and Wanda the skills he had helped them master in secret. The only reason they had chosen this party was because one of Bill's friends was DJing it; it was how he made some extra money while in college. The man was also going to be the DJ at their wedding after working out an affordable price between them.

"Bill?!" Ruth sputtered.

"Ray?!" Wanda spoke, confused.

"What's going on?" Annie and Janus asked as the three Masters men led their dates away from their table to the dance floor.

"Wait and see," Johnny said with an amused grin on his lips at their confusion as they left them at the edge of the dance floor. Noting how his brothers were getting the people on it to give them space, which they did begrudgingly. Nodding to his brothers when he stepped between the middle of them, seeing if they were ready for this. After all, they had better be given the hours they had practiced these moves for just this moment. Noticing Ruth's and Wanda's shocked expressions as Bill and Ray seamlessly mirrored his movements as they danced to 'Uptown Funk,' seeing them just smiling away as their hips swayed to the beat of the song. Watching how their eyes lit up as he took the lead, mimicking Bruno Mars' movements that he did about at the two-minute mark of the video his brother's had shown him. Smirking at them as they pressed their fingertips against his chest, displaying their bodies to his eyes as they pushed him back onto the dance floor.

The soft touch of Janus' hand as it brushed lightly along his chest brought John out of his wandering memory. "Something is troubling you, Johnny; want to tell me what has you still up at this hour?" Janus whispered so as not to wake Annie up.

"Would you still love me if I'm not me anymore? If I lose my memories again and can't remember a thing about us, our baby, everything up to this point in time?" John inquired, still gazing up at the ceiling, wondering if he should try it. What Janus said was right; he didn't want to have a seizure while he had Julia in his arms. He knew if he woke up in the hospital and she was harmed because of him, even if inadvertently, he would still hate himself for causing pain to his child. His eyes glanced to the left of him as Janus rose up, her blonde hair dangled over her right shoulder as she leaned over him. Who noticed Annie wasn't as asleep as she appeared to be.

"Of course, we would. We took a vow together, in sickness and in health," Annie spoke, forgoing the illusion of slumber as she, too, lifted up. Her heavy-hanging breasts swayed as she loomed over her brother.

"That's right, baby, no matter what happens, we will still love you. If on the off chance, something like that happens, it just means I get to woo my man all over again," Janus stated, smiling down at him in the weak light of the room. "Johnny, why do you ask this now in the middle of the night?"

"Thinking about what you said in the coffee shop," Johnny answered truthfully.

"Oh? Have you made a decision on whether or not to go through with it?" Annie asked, glancing at Janus, knowing the conversation they were talking about since they had spoken about it once she had gotten home from college that evening. Recounting how the professor that's been trying to get her alone in his office was not too pleased at the sight of her wedding ring. Hoping that her threat of reporting his unwanted advances to the school would stop his constant hounding of her. She had seen the look in his eyes when she flat-out told him that she would never disrespect her husband by sleeping around on him.

That if he didn't stop, she would tell his wife and question if she would like to know how her husband was pressuring college girls into sleeping with him for a better grade. Pulling out her phone, hitting stop on the voice recorder she had installed on it the moment he started with his flirtation. Playing him what she had recorded of his latest attempts to get her into his office. Telling him, she had every single time he's tried this on her; she knew it would just be her word against a tenured professor if she didn't have proof. With that, she left the man white as a ghost as she went off to her next class. Praying that the man was smart enough to leave her alone. Her eyes went wide when John nodded that he had.

"Whatever it is, baby, we'll stand with you," Janus whispered in a loving tone as she leaned down, pressing her bare breasts into the left side of his chest. "Now you just still that mind of yours and get some rest; you can tell us all at breakfast," she cooed, placing a light kiss on his lips and retaking her spot beside him.

"Wake up, Johnny; time for you to go to school," Brandan spoke, leaning against the door frame, watching his youngest son in his slumber. Noting how peaceful John appeared to be when he knew his wakening mind troubled him so, wondering if his dreams were pleasant to escape the reality that he had to live through because he failed to listen. A soft, warm smile graced his lips as John sat up in the bed, noticing how he looked around and found the bed empty as he ruffled his hair in his grogginess. "They're in the kitchen helping your mother make breakfast for all of us." Seeing John nod in understanding as he cupped his hand to his mouth as he yawned. Wondering if there were other forms of memory that the body remembers, given how before he went in and how he acted, waking up hasn't changed. Was it unintentional? Some sort of muscle memory? An act repeated over and over throughout all his years that no matter what that man did to his son, he couldn't destroy that part of his son. It was something to ponder, to say the least. "Don't take too long; you know how your brothers are in the mornings," Brandan joked, getting another nod from his son.

"Dad?" Johnny finally spoke as his father was nearly out the doorway.

"Yes? Something the matter?" Brandan asked curiously.

"If something happens, don't forget me, okay?" Johnny uttered cryptically.

"Never going to happen, son," Brandan stated firmly. Wondering what that question was about, knowing John would tell them when he was ready. There was no use in trying to force it out of him; he and Kathrine had learned that the hard way over the past five years. Still, that didn't mean he wasn't curious about what his son meant by those words.

Yawning loudly as he walked towards the kitchen, wondering why he had to go to school. Given how, with his disorder and seizures, he doubted Annie or Janus would let him work. Plus, then he wouldn't have to deal with people that he didn't want to deal with. Stopping in his tracks as his mother peered intently at him. Noting the sneaky grins on Annie's and Janus' faces as they sat at their normal spots at the table.

"Johnny, your wives," struggling to get that word out of her mouth, "have told me you have something to tell us," Katherine spoke, waving towards her daughter and Janus as she stood by the end of the table like she's always done to greet her son every morning just to reinforce the belief that she and the rest were there for him.

"Can't it wait?" Johnny grumbled, sighing when his mother shook her head vehemently. "I've decided."

"Oh?! And what have you decided, sweetheart?" Katherine asked, her heart raced, knowing this could mean either she would get some of the boy that was taken from them back or let her hope fade into the wind.

"I've decided to go through with it," Johnny stated, wincing has his mother howled in excitement before throwing her arms around him, crushing him in her warm embrace.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that not because of what you might think because it might help you, help you deal with what that man took from you," Kathrine said in a loving tone as her hand brushed along the back of John's head. "I'm going to be with you every step of the way. I'm not going to let you go alone in this," she stated in a protective motherly voice. "I'm never going to let you go anywhere with doctors alone, never again," Kathrine whispered low, holding John just a little tighter, knowing how difficult this decision was for her son to make. "Now," pushing away from her son, the light of hope burned in her eyes as she gazed at the face of the man her son had grown into, "come eat before you have to leave for school," Kathrine spoke in a motherly tone as her hands rested on John's upper arms. Knowing once she got him off to school, his doctor would be the first person she was going to make a call to. She just hoped John didn't get cold feet between now and then. Not that she could blame him if he did, this was brain surgery, after all.

John felt a tad uncomfortable with how his father was looking at him, along with his brothers. He ignored Annie's antics as she wiggled in her seat at what this would mean. Personally, John wasn't totally convinced that this whole thing would work. If it did, he was under the assumption who he was at that moment would cease to exist. Something he hoped wasn't true, yet the procedure was experimental; no telling what all could happen during the operation and long afterwards. He just hoped they didn't mess up his head any more than what Dr. Mott had already done. He didn't want to come out of it as a drooling vegetable.

John was in the school's library surfing the web on one of their computers that were free during his lunch period. What he should have been doing was gathering research for his senior project, which was due in a little over a month. Instead, he was looking up resorts and hotels in the Wallowa mountains. He might not be able to work to bring in income to help with providing for their baby girl. He could at least ensure he gave the both of them the time of their lives while there. So he was looking for the best place he thought the two of them would enjoy and where he could join them at that didn't have age restrictions like bars and clubs. Not that they've gone to any of them since they've formed this odd relationship of theirs. Still, he didn't want Janus to think he was freeloading off of her.

"What do we have here, hmm?" John fought from shivering at the sound of Hana's voice from behind him. Although that didn't mean he didn't roll his eyes, which he did, he couldn't stop that.

"Someone that has a sick perversion to being covered in men's spunk?" Johnny retorted as he turned in his seat to look at her. "Oh, you meant me; you should be more specific next time; you might want to work on that," he taunted with a cruel grin on his lips. He didn't care if anyone liked him at the school. To his mind, they were irrelevant. They wouldn't matter to him in a matter of months. Watching how that remark peeved her off, something he was all too happy to do. "Do you have some fascination with me or something? Is that why you're constantly harassing me? Hey, I get it, I'm a catch, but sorry, well, not sorry, I'm taken, and really, no way am I touching that," John stated, gesturing his hand up and down her body. Noting how those that were there working on their own projects were fighting to keep from showing off that they were eavesdropping on them as they fought back their mirth. "So, how did the idiot take his two days of suspension for sexually harassing my wife, hmm?"

"What are you talking about? He had a stomach bug, no way he would sink so low to go after that woman," Hana sneered.

"Oh?! Interesting. He doesn't even trust you enough to tell you the truth. It kind of makes one wonder what future there is for the two of you. If he would lie about something like that, you have to ask yourself what else has he lied about," Johnny mused, tapping his finger against his chin. "Personally, I think the two of you suit one another. A slut who can't be pleased with one man, so she has to takes on the whole baseball team and the boy who doesn't know what the word 'No' means. I do see Ra*e charges in his future."

Hana felt her blood growing hot at John's taunts. There was just no way her boyfriend would do something like that?! Just no way?! He might not be the greatest thing in the sack, yet she would do whatever he wanted if he needed release. There was no reason for him to do what John was alleging he did. "You're lying?! There is just no way Blake would go after some washed-up old hag when all he has to do is take me out, and he gets to see all of this?!" Hana stated, her hands running up and down her body. Her nostrils flared at the snort that got out of John.

"Are you blind or something? My wife is ten times hotter than you on her worst of days. What you think you have pales in comparison to what that exquisite body of hers looks like in the nude, in the shower, on our bed... well, generally everywhere. So, can I ask, is this like some self-punishment thing you're into? Seeking me out, listening to me put you down, it is the truth, after all, so I don't know if it's such a putdown. Now, if that upsets you, I would suggest you work on that slutty reputation you have. It might be too late to change what you're known for here, but who knows some community college you get into, you might just try not having a circle jerk in the men's bathroom every Tuesday and Thursday like clockwork, but that's just me," Johnny stated with a shrug of his shoulders. "Where's your gaggle of friends that so can't detach themselves from you to save their lives. Sort of reminds me of leeches. Might want to work on that too."

"Hmpf?! Like I'd take friendship advice from someone who has imaginary friends," Hana uttered, waving off his statement. "What would you know about friendship. No one here wants to be your friend, freak."

"You sure about that? Maybe I rather not degrade myself by involving myself with self-centered people like you."

"Please?!" Hana muttered, rolling her eyes. "Like I'd ever soil myself with having some crazy person near me."

"And yet, here you are? You might want to have a chat with your conscious mind and your subconscious. You know, there are people that can help with that. For all our sakes, do seek help," Johnny said with a wicked smirk. "So, tell me; obviously, you're upset, rightly so, after all, I am speaking some harsh words to you, but they are truthful words, nonetheless. Does it get you aroused taking this kind of abuse? Does it get that worn-out thing you have between your legs all hot and moist at being degraded by someone like me? Is it some kind of fetish you have? If it is, that would explain a lot."

"In your dreams, freak!" Hana huffed, her face heated as she noted how he visibly shuttered at the thought.

"Why would I ever want to dream about you? You're not even on my radar, as the saying goes. You have seen my wife, yes? Tell me, why would I picture that," gesturing to her body once again, "when I sleep beside her in the nude every night?" John asked with a pointed look.

"So, have you gone full blown end of the world kind of crazy and moving to the mountains to save all of us the task of sharing the same room with you?" Hana asked in a cruel tone as she crossed her arms along her chest. Noticing how the computer screen displayed the mountain range a few hours from their city.

"You know I didn't choose to be like this; I was born like this," getting to his feet once he had hit the print button to printout the list he had complied for their honeymoon, "you, on the other hand, chose to be a slut, chose to be a detestable person. Is your home life so bad that you have to lash out at someone that never will give a shit about what you say or think?" Johnny asked, standing inches from her. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have better things to do with what's left of my lunch break than trading barbs with someone like you," he stated, slinging his bookbag along his right shoulder before walking off towards the printer. Noting the eyes that were on him as he walked around the computer section of their library once he had retrieved the printouts. Smirking when he noticed Hana stomping off in the other direction.

"You asshole!" Blake barked as he and his buddies stormed into the boy's locker room after their teacher had told them to change.

Grabbing his house keys, slyly placing them in-between his fingers in case it came to blows before John turned to face him. Eyeing the four at Blake's back, who was steaming mad. "I'm the asshole? Interesting. Given how you just love sexually harassing women that don't want a thing to do with you. Be glad you're still in high school because I have the impression that once you're out of it, you'll be seeing the inside of a jail cell," Johnny spoke, noticing the other male students that were in the locker room were starting to gather around them.

"You didn't have to tell her that?!"

"Oh? Were you under the impression I was going to lie for you? Whatever gave you that idea. I wonder," Johnny mused, feeling his anxiety rising at being ringed in by everyone.

"Since you so had to fuck with my relationship, I hear you have a sister, and that wifey of yours so needs to have my cock..." Blake was a little unnerved by how fast John got in his face. He did not see the headbutt coming; the sudden pain that seared through his mind was nothing compared to the wild look he noted in John's eyes that he saw through his watery eyes. So taken aback by the attack, he didn't see the left hook John threw, landing squarely on his jaw, causing him to stumble into his friends.

"I will end you! You hear me!" Johnny growled, his fist raining down on Blake's chest. John's mind was elsewhere while his more primal, more volatile side of his brain was in full control. It was not about to allow anyone near the two of them, even if it meant he had to sacrifice himself in order to achieve that end. He knew somewhere in the back of his mind that the other boys were chanting, 'Fight! Fight! Fight!' Yet to him, it was just a distant sound as he kept raining blows down on Blake. "I warned you, you fucking stupid idiot! You should have heeded my warning?! But no?! You just had to push your luck," he snarled like a wild beast as he had Blake on the floor.

His face was bloody, feeling his friends struggling to pull him off of Blake. "You want to blame me? I'm not the one with a slut of a girlfriend! You should visit the men's bathroom in hallway 'H' during lunch since your so-called girlfriend enjoys entertaining every guy here! Ever wonder where she is during it? Well, you should ask your buddies since they know what her mouth feels like as she sucked them off!" John shouted as his friends, along with the PE teacher who had pushed himself through the crowd, who had been retrieved by another of the students when it looked like it was going to get physical, finally managing to pull him off of Blake.

Brandan and Kathrine sat glaring at their son as he sat beside Janus in the Principal's office half an hour later. Their disappointment was evident on their faces once they heard what John had done. Janus, too, sat unnerved by what the man was telling him and how John was wearing a cruel smirk throughout it all.

"Mr. and Mrs. Masters, we have a zero tolerance for fighting here at this school, as you should know if you read the handbook we hand out at the beginning of every year. Blake Harkens might have instigated the altercation, and he will be dealt with, I assure you. Yet from, all the witnesses to the event has stated that your son was the one that threw the first punch, or headbutt in this case. No matter the difficulties your son has, I simply can't overlook this."

"What does this mean for Johnny?" Kathrine asked in a worried tone, lightly squeezing her husband's hand.

"Since this is his first offense here, I would lean towards two weeks out-of-school suspension. However, due to the ferocity of the attack and from the eye-witness reports," waving to the stack of papers to his left, "I'm inclined to expel your son for the rest of the school year. He can return at the beginning of the next school year to finish out..."

"No," Johnny said sternly, cutting the man off.

"Johnny, what are you saying?"

"Mr. Masters, I don't think..."

"That's your problem, you don't think," Johnny retorted, eyeing the man wearingly. "I will not endure another year in this place with these idiots that can't comprehend the warning I give them. So, no, I will not be returning to this place. If I have to finish my senior year, then I'd rather be homeschooled than to deal with people who can't speak the name I have stated numerous times to be called."

"Johnny? Are you sure this is what you want to do? Once you drop out of school, you just can't be reenrolled in it, not without some difficulties," Janus said in a soothing tone to ease whatever had caused this side of him to surface.

"I'm sure of it. I've been done with this place three years ago," Johnny said truthfully.

"Son," Brandan sighed, rubbing his temples; after this morning, he had thought the day would have been great. He did not think he would be sitting in that room, listening to his son throwing his high school diploma away. "I can understand your frustration, but do you really think just acting out on your emotions is the right thing to do?"

"Yes, if you don't like it, that's fine; I've had to deal with your failed actions for two years. If you can't get behind me, then get out of the way. This is happening whether you like it or not. I am eighteen. I don't need your permission any longer. If you can't, then we'll just expedite our move sooner than I had planned on," Johnny stated in a cold, matter-of-fact tone as he peered at his visibly shocked parents. "I will no longer subjugate myself to people who can't understand a simple request so as to not to be called that name," he said, glaring hatefully at the man. "Now, what do I need to sign?"

Once the paperwork was filled out, and being escorted to his locker to clean it out. Handing his textbooks over to the Principle, stuffing what items he had in there into his bookbag. Taking his lock off the latch and closed the door. The RO escorted the four of them through the hallways towards the front of the school. Only to be accosted by Hana on the way out.

"So the freak finally went off the deep end, huh?" Hana gloated with a cruel smirk on her lips.

"What did you just call my son?" Kathrine snapped.

"He's a freak..." Taking a step back at the swift movement of Janus as she got up in her face.

"Be glad you're still suckling on your wetnurse. Otherwise, I would snatch out your hair and bitch slap some sense into you for speaking like that of my man. If this is the kind of treatment my husband had to endure here, then I am glad he no longer has to see your nasty face any longer," Janus spat, peering behind her as she felt a hand gently taking hold of her arm.

"Come, she isn't worth it, Janus," Johnny said indifferently. "None of these people are; she's just a slut that's mad because her soon-to-be former boyfriend now knows what kind of a whore she is. Isn't there like some law against sexual acts on school grounds or something?" he asked; if he was going out, he might as well take as many as he could with him, at least, John thought so. "It's not her fault she has a crush on me that I'll never return. Already got a hot wife, so let's go home, mmmkay?"

"Mmm... yes, home, and I know what we can do with all this extra free time on your hands," Janus cooed, already feeling her body, more importantly, her pussy heating at the thought of the hours of sex they could be having after he was done with his homeschooling. She had known dealing with the students at his now former high school was wearing thin on him. So she didn't see this as a setback; as long as he was sure this was what John wanted to do, then she would just ensure that he got the best tutors that she could buy so when the time came, he would be able to get his diploma. Regardless if she was going to let her man work when she could easily provide for them and their daughter and any future children.

Something she hoped would come to pass. When she went back home to wait on the electrician that was two hours late from when the man's company had told her he would be there. Which turned out to be a bad ground that caused the switch to fail. When she visited her doctor that Wednesday before returning back to John's side. She was very happy to tell him what the doctor had said. If she went on fertility meds, her chances would increase to thirty percent. Given how he had no trouble getting her pregnant the first time. Janus was very hopeful that she would be with child once again after she's healed and their little Julia had grown some.

"Well, I guess this is a good thing in a sense," Kathrine sighed as she stood beside her husband at the four of them stood on the curb between Brandan's and Janus' cars. "Now we don't have to worry about you missing out on too much of your schooling. There's something I was going to tell you when I got home, Johnny," seeing John's perplexed look on his face and feeling Brandan's eyes on her, "your doctor has informed me that the FDA has expedited the approval of the trial. Instead of three months from now, it begins next week, and they want you to be the first one that under goes the treatment," Kathrine spoke, reaching out, lightly holding onto John's upper left arm when she noted the slight fright in her son's eyes. "I understand you're scared, Johnny, and I didn't want to spring this on you. Yet when I called him to inform your doctor of your decision, he was so elated to tell me the good news."

"W-when?" Johnny asked, his voice breaking as he did.

"He said: you'll have to fly out next Tuesday, then we'll rent a car and drive back once they release you," Kathrine stated, knowing she had already told her boss where she was going to be. Whether she got fired, which she highly doubted, it didn't matter to her; all that mattered was being there for her son. Didn't matter; it would be over a day's drive from Ohio to Oregon. She was not ever going to leave her son in another doctor's care, not if she could help it. She's learnt that lesson the hard way, as well as did John.

"It's going to be okay, Johnny," Janus reassured him, pouring her love into the gentle squeeze of his hand. "Annie will be there with you every step of the way. I might not be able to fly right now. That doesn't mean I won't be video-calling you every day. You will not be alone in this, I promise you."

"We'll discuss this later tonight after dinner; we need to head back to work," Brandan stated, hoping that this news didn't set his son off. "Johnathan," he stopped in his tracks as he headed towards his car, seeing the very odd look on his son's face at the use of his given name. "I am sorry for everything; I hope you know that. I do hope someday, I'm not saying it be now, tomorrow, just someday you'll forgive us." Seeing the understanding in his eyes as he nodded before heading off with Janus. Wondering if this was what he had to look forward to as the years progressed. His son moving on while he remained behind. He would like to say it didn't hurt, but that would just be a lie.

Brandan wished he could take his frustrations out on the man that sent John to that place as he kissed his wife goodbye. Yet he couldn't, due to the fact that the man was dead and buried going on two years. Wondering if the man was getting kick backs from Dr. Mott for every patient the man sent him, just like how Julia's mother was blackmailing the man to remain silent. Sighing as he started up his car, pulling out behind Kathrine, waving to Janus and John as they past him heading for their house. He tried not to tear up; nonetheless, he wasn't ready for his little boy to leave his shadow. Yet he knew as he pulled onto the street to head back to work that if he tried to force John to stay with them, that would only make things worse. Hoping that John would allow them some part in his life going forward.

"Johnny, Janus, what are the two of you doing here so early?" Bill asked, coming out of the kitchen with a plate in his hand for a quick lunch before he had to cram for the test in his next class, which was in two hours.

"Got expelled, so I quit," Johnny stated truthfully. "Don't you have class today?"

"Yeah, but it's an afternoon class; what do you mean you got expelled and quit school?!" Bill spoke very shocked to hear what his brother had stated so emotionlessly.

"Some jerkoff didn't heed my warning I gave him yesterday, so he thought to push me, so I pushed back. Don't think he thought I would do such a thing, showed him," Johnny nodded firmly. "You don't mess with my women and expect to get away with it."

"So what are you going to do now?" Bill asked, looking between the two.

"Hire someone to tutor Johnny so he can get his diploma," Janus answered, trying not to allow her cheeks to heat at what John had just said.

"Ah, well, I'll let the two of you get settled while I woof this down before I have to study for my test. You might want to let Annie know before she finds out from someone else," Bill warned as he walked towards the stairs.

"He's right, you know, this will affect her too," Janus said in a loving tone as she peered at John. A smile formed on her face when he showed her the text message he had sent Annie on their way home. Something he was reluctant to take from her, yet when she told him it was for emergencies, i.e., their baby, John quickly took it from her. Granted, Annie hadn't responded, given how she was still in class and wouldn't answer her phone until she was out of it. "Speak of the devil," she chuckled as Annie's caller ID appeared on the screen.

"Hello, Annie," Johnny answered as he and Janus walked hand in hand to their bedroom.

"Johnny, what's this about you getting expelled and that you quit!"

"Kind of self-explanatory, Annie," Johnny stated, glancing down at how Janus' ass swayed in her jeans as he followed after her into their room. Wondering if it was okay to get excited by it. He was still struggling with the kind of feelings that went along with any relationship, or that was what his doctor had told him. Yet, he knew they were not like the men that raped him over and over again. Still, it was very hard to separate the two, at least in his mind, it was.

"Well, explain it like I'm an idiot?!" John bit his lip to keep from snorting at what his sister had just called herself. Wondering who were the other voices in the background.

"Who's with you?" Johnny asked, tossing his bookbag into the corner now that he no longer needed it.

"Ruth and Wanda, who else?! Don't change the subject; tell me why you were expelled and why you just up and quit school?" John heard the heated tone of his sister's voice over the line.

"Well, some dingleberry didn't heed my warning I gave him yesterday, then he comes mouthing off when I was changing after gym class, boasting what he was going to do to you and Janus, so I taught him a lession," Johnny said, over the sounds of hammers wailing away on the roof of the connector as they hung the singles on it. The only thing left to do now was insulate it, hang the sheetrock, and lay down the carpet since it was cheaper than tiling that small of an area.

"Oh? Johnny, you know violence doesn't solve anything."

"Uh-huh." John didn't buy it. He had seen first-hand that violence did solve some things when the police killed Dr. Mott as he peered out of the little window of his cell door. "So, what you're saying is I should have done nothing and allowed him to do whatever he wanted to do to the two of you?" he asked heatedly.

"No. I didn't say that, so don't you go putting words in my mouth!" Annie snapped.​