CHAPTER TEN

"I am so glad Edinburgh has a McDonalds," Taylor sighed in relief as he slumped into a chair at the McDonalds on Princes Street with a tray of food. "I hated that girl at the counter though, she kept giggling, knowing who I was – god I hate that."

Zac sat down very slowly, in a careful manner, Taylor wondered what was up with that.

"You’ve been quiet, son, something bothering you?" Walker asked of Zac, he put a large coke in front of Zac, and Zac stared at it as if it were some sort of drug, he pushed it away.

"No thanks, dad, just tired because of the medication," Zac sighed. Actually, he was very depressed. He knew he was supposed to be. The fact that he’d been molested last night kept playing itself in his mind, he was some guys toy, some guy had been getting off on him, and he hated it. It was so disgusting he didn’t even want to go to the bathroom for fear of having to see the place that Don had touched the most. It sickened him so much. This was actually distressing, Zac desperately needed to go to the bathroom too.

"It’s not like you to turn down a giant coke," Isaac said. "Here, if you don’t want coke you can have my hot chocolate," he offered.

"No thanks, Ike," Zac shook his head, but smiled at his brothers attempt to be kind.

Why couldn’t I tell them? Zac wondered, looking at his two older brothers and his father. The three guys Zac had always looked up to in his life and he couldn’t speak a word of the pain he was feeling inside. Ike’s always been so understanding, Zac thought, he attempted to take a bite of his burger, and put it down wearily.

Zac felt dull and tired – The ValerginP40 had taken effect. The stuff made him very calm and collective, but also very sleepy. Zac had fallen asleep in the car on the way to the McDonalds and was still only half-awake now.

Don stepped over from the counter, he’d been getting his own food, Zac had made sure to take a seat in between Taylor and Isaac so at least Don wasn’t anywhere near him. However, Don had to sit across from him at the table, and he frowned at his own miserable attitude towards it.

"You should go straight to bed when we get back to the hotel," Walker said to Zac. "You want to be bright for the interview at six…in fact…maybe I should call and cancel that interview, you don’t look too good after all…" Walker put his hand on Zac’s shoulder.

It was all Zac could do was to stay still and attempt not to cringe.

There was a look of triumph in Don’s eye when he saw this, and Zac deliberately threw a look Don’s way, and Don threw one back.

Zac suddenly couldn’t contain the need to go to the bathroom any longer.

"I really need to go to the bathroom," he said, he was about to dash off.

"Take Don with you, I don’t want you going into a mens room on your own, you never know what kind of sick weirdos are in there," Walker warned.

If you send Don with me then you’ll know the answer, Zac thought, he glanced at Don, and then didn’t speak, he just headed for the bathroom, Don practically on his heels.

Zac was glad to relieve himself, even if he felt disgusted having to even unzip his pants, thinking that Don was behind him, watching him as he did this.

He’s watching me, Zac thought, he stood at the Urinal, wondering if he was just peeing because he really needed to go or peeing because he was afraid of what Don could do.

"Need any help there?" Don asked in a taunting voice.

"I can take a piss by myself, thank you very much," Zac mumbled.

"What was that, ya little shit?" Don asked, taking his glasses off.

Suddenly, Zac felt the willpower to fight back – if not physically then verbally at least.

Zac looked over his shoulder. "No, I don’t want any help. Just back off!" he said, he zipped himself up.

"Don’t speak to me like that, pretty-boy or I’ll knock you back so hard your head will be spinning…"

"Promises, promises," Zac dared to state.

Don shot over, Zac wasn’t prepared for the speed of him, even if he remembered how fast Don could be. Don held Zac to the wall with one hand, holding him firmly by the front of the shirt. "Now get this straight, Zac. No one fucks with me, understood…"

"But you feel the need to fuck with everyone else, is that it?!" Zac demanded, tears burning at the corner of his eyes. He wished he had the strength to kick or punch or something, but the damn medication had sedated him into almost unconsciousness, just to move felt like he was dragging a thousand weights with his body.

"Why you little—" Don went to slap Zac, but then stopped. "That’s what you want me to do, isn’t it? Hit you and make your pretty face ugly so that when you go out there your freaky family will know what's going on between us!"

"Nothings going on between us, Don. No more than sexual molesting a twelve year old kid! You could get years in prison for what you’re doing!"

Don looked lost for words for a moment, then let Zac go. "You dare go against me like this again, and I’ll make you pay dearly…and you know what I’ll do…"

Zac moved out of the way. "And you better hope I don’t suddenly get a hold of a kitchen knife, because I’ll castrate you for sure, you bastard," he hissed. "You come near me again—"

"You wait until tonight, Zac…you wait…" Don’s eyes were blazing, so odd and creepy, it sent chills down Zac’s spine. "Just you wait until tonight, Zac…because when no one is around…I will fuck you to death! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"

Zac backed up against the doorway, shoved the door open and then shot out like a bolt of lightening.