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-Kat-

I was with Joong in his photoshoot room since we were going over a few things when Nine came back. I instantly noticed the hickeys and bruises on him...And Joong didn't seem to have seen them yet since Nine snapped and pushed Joong aside roughly before he walked out. I instantly ran out to follow him and caught his arm, pulling him into my dressing room to talk too him. He didn't snap or  really react to it as I smelled alcohol and cigars on his body. Very very calmly, or as calm as I could be I shut the door and pointed to his jacket and top. He looked confused for a second but knew what I was saying.

Kat: "Off. Let me see."

I had already seen them on his side before when his shirt rode up a little bit from him stretching. I inhaled sharply as his jacket went to the ground and I saw a bruise in the shape of a hand print was left on his upper arm. He crossed his arms and grabbed the edge of his shirt before he pulled it off. When he did it, it made me ball my fists up with my nails digging into my palms as I saw his torso. It was littered with hickeys. Old and new with healing and brand fucking new bruises so I made him spin. White hot anger flashed and was getting worse when I saw LASH marks on his back. The were raw and red. My body was shaking with anger because someone did this to him. Someone HURT MY BABY.

Kat: "WHAT THE HELL?! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!"

I saw his eyes tear up and as very softly I gripped his shoulders and pulled him into a hug. I fet his arms wrap around me while I tried not to touch any areas that would hurt him while I hug him back. He was started crying harder while he clung to me and I felt his fists balled into the back of my shirt while he spoke.

Nine: "I got home late and when I woke up, they they said since I didn't like girls and t-hat that since I modeled for attention that they'd show me sh-show me what I was doing w-wrong."

His body started getting stiff to the touch but I felt the tight pressure of his arms around me while he continued. I didn't speak yet because I wanted him to let it out. He came to me for help and I'd give it to him.

Nine: "I begged for them to stop. They kicked me, whipped me, tied my hands above my head. T-they hired a ne-w girl every night for a month until I, I couldn't do it anymore. K-kat I w-want to die."

My heart felt broken ad it sank deeply into my chest at his words. Then anger rose and took over my entire being. I kissed the top of his head and felt my own tears build up. His family tried to beat and have girls RAPE the gay out of my baby.

Kat; "Don't ever say that again Nine. Got it? I don't give a shit how hard times get baby. You, You are not aloud to die, or hurt yourself do you understand me. I am going to protect you from this ever happening again. If they try to touch you or anything today you call me and Ill be there baby. Now, while I'm talking to my connections about adopting you, go with Joong and don't leave his sight."

Lightly he let go and stepped away from me.

Nine: "Adopting me? Is that possible without parental consent? "

I nodded and pointed to his skin. That was all that was needed really. He was being abused and raped in his own home so yes, it was legal to take the kid into my care because he had no other legal guardians. Even though he was nineteen and technically could leave. I would still win the case and have legal guardianship of him.

Kat: "Stay with Joong. If you do go home, remember what I said. You call me the first time they try to touch you and I'll be there."

He nodded and slowly, very painfully put his shirt back on with my help as well as his jackets. He was red in the face with puffy cheeks from crying, so when we were walking out I touched his cheeks and wiped the tears that were still on his face. I watched him leave before calling my friend, who was a legal attorney and her girlfriend who worked with families like Nines. They said yes he was of legal age to leave but without his parents consent he couldn't yet. Not until he was twenty. Once I explained the situation they both told me that I should be able to take him from them without any problems or needing them sign the form as long as I had proof of their abuse and paying for him to be raped, which I did.