Trouble Times 4 {On Hold, Again. Sorry.}

"You've Overused The Abuse Dealt To You." ~ Chapter 30

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Jacky's p.o.v.

Once Xavier calmed down for the fifth time of turning hysterical, he was wrapped in a blanket and was cuddling with our Daddy, Derek. "Jacky Casey Ficarro-Jones! Explain now!" Ron snapped.

I sighed. I'm already in trouble. Guess I have to tell the truth. "Well, I got to the the party and saw Jack and ran off, leaving Xavier by himself. He may have had a couple drinks and when I found him-"

"I WAS ABOUT TO BE RAPED BY FIVE FUCKING GUYS!" Xavier screamed, cutting me off.

Derek held Xavier even closer. He had a pained expression on his face as he stared at me. "How could you be so irresponsible!?"

"I'm sorry!" I yelled. I didn't mean to yell like I was the one in pain. I just didn't like being yelled at. I knew I was in the wrong.

"No, you're not! You left me alone! I got drunk! Someone wanted me to do fucking cocaine! And it ended up with me almost being fucking raped!" Xavier shouted at me.

Derek kissed Xavier's head. "Go upstairs, get dressed and try and sleep it off."

Xavier stood up with the blanket covering him as he went upstairs. It was clear some alcohol was still taking it's course.

"Bed over the couch now!" Ron growled as soon as Xavier was gone. I didn't bother fighting it. I deserved this. I did so, without a word. "You're getting fifty. All with the paddle." Ron informed me. I didn't speak. Yes, I did deserve it. I knew I did. I can't believe I did what I did. I didn't protect him. I basically fed him to the wolves. Derek gave Ron the paddle that had holes in it, wrapped in leather. This is gonna hurt. "If you speak at all. I will restart." Ron said. He pulled my jeans and boxers down. I just nodded slowly, trying to brace myself but before I could, he landed five smacks at my ass. "How could you-" He started and swung three more times. "-be so-" He added another three. "-stupid and-" Another three harsh swats to my ass. "-irresponsible?" He finished. I knew not to speak yet. Even if I wanted to, he was quick to swing another four on my bare ass. "You will-" He started another rant with two harsh swats following. "-never and I mean-" He spoke as three more landed down. "-never go to-" He swung four more before continuing his sentence, "-another party-" Plus three more smacks. "-again. You will-" He quickly swung three more. "-apologize to Xavier-" I swear I couldn't feel my ass anymore, but nonetheless less he continued with two more. "-and beg for-" Three more. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. I refused. "-his forgiveness!" He concluded with another four. Just when I thought it was over he started again, "Am I fully understood?!" He asked swinging the paddle at my, no doubt, bruising ass two times in between each word he spoke. He concluded with two more final swings.

"Yes! Yes! Yes, sir! I'm sorry!" I yelled. Ron helped me up and gave me a look of betrayal. It's the same look Xavier gave me before going upstairs. I was quick to pull my boxers pants up. I didn't say anything to my Dads, I just went upstairs.

Ronnie's p.o.v.

I saw Xavier rummaging through mine and Andy's stuff. "What are you doing!?" I asked as I leaned on the door frame, crossing my arms.

"I am looking for a fucking cigarette!" He snapped at me.

"May I ask why?" I asked with a brow raised. I couldn't help but let my eyes roam and stare at his body. He was only wearing black sweats and no shirt.