Jon P.O.V

I yawn as I sit up, and look down at Craig, snuggled up with his pillow. I cant help but have last night on my mind. That was the most amazing sex of my entire life. I rub Craig's head with my hand, running my fingers through his pink hair. He mumbles a little, then slowly opens his eyes. I smile at him, and kiss him. "Morning, love." I say, and he grins. "Mornin'." He says groggily. "Hey, Craig, Im gonna go take a quick shower. I'll be back in no time, okay?" He nods, and I hop out of bed, grabbing my towel, and a pair of clean boxers. I walk down the corridor. It's still pretty early; almost noone is up yet. But as I pass Brian's cell, I look in and see him and Moo making out. I stop and smile, then I whistle loudly. They both jump, and I laugh. Moo snickers, and Brian gives me a look. "That was not funny, Jon." He says, and Moo shakes his head. "Yeah, it was. You jumped, like, a foot in the air." Brian looks over to Moo. "Brock......." He says, and I wave and let them continue their kiss. I head into the locker room at the end of the corridor, and open the metal wire door. It squeaks on its hinges, and I close it behind me. Tossing my stuff on the bench next to the showers, I strip down. Then I walk over to the long row of shower heads, and I turn the water on in the farthest one. The steam rises to the ceiling. Stepping under the nice hot shower, I sigh. I grab the soap and start to wash myself down, letting the hot water pour over me. I cant get last night out of my head. I smile, and as I think about it again, my dick gets hard. Then I hear the door creak open, and slam shut. I stop. "Craig? Is that you?" I call out, but no reply. I shrug, and turn the shower head off. I take my towel and wrap it around my waist, but just as I'm about to walk out of the showers, Evan comes out of nowhere. He tackles me to the ground, and I kick and hit him, but he pins down my arms and legs. "Evan! Vanoss! GET OFF!" I yell, and Evan smiles at me. That weird smile he always has when he looks at me, as if he were undressing me with his eyes. He sighs. "Jon, Jon, Jon. Dont you see that we were meant for each other? You were never supposed to hook up with Mini. It should have been me this whole time." I frown, and shake my head. "Evan, you still dont fucking get it, do you? I AM NOT INTO YOU. AT ALL.  So just LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE." Evan frowns, and looks deeply at me with his his dark brown eyes. "Jon, please. I just want you to understand. Why cant you see it?" He pleads, and I try to push him off of me. "Why cant you? I dont like you, Evan. I love Craig. Mini Ladd. And you cant change that. So get off of me, now!" I yell, and Evan smiles at me. "But Jon, we're just starting to have fun." He says, in a really sinister voice I do not like. Evan pins me down completely, and I try to squirm out, but he weighs more than I do, and I cant move. Then he slides his hand under the towl wrapped around my waist, and I tense up. "Evan! No! Stop it!" I yell as he wraps his fingers around my cock. I gasp, and he smiles. "Come on, Jon. You cant tell me that doesnt feel good." He says, and I try to resist him. He slowly and gently jerks me off, which I wouldnt mind, if he wasnt trying to get me to be his bitch and if he was Craig. "Evan! PLEASE! STOP!" I scream, and Evan giggles. "No, Jon. Im not going to stop. You love this." He flips me over, and then lifts the towel up. I hear his zipper unzip, and my eyes widen. "Evan...." I say, and then I feel him thrust his dick into me. I scream, and he laughs. He still jerks me off, but now harder, in rhythm to his thrusts. I cry as he rapes me, and I try to get my hands free, but Evan holds them down. He sighs as his dick moves farther into me, and I hold back a scream. I dont want him to think this feels good. Because it does. But I dont want it to. I sigh, and Evan grins. "It does feel good, doesnt it, Jon. See?! We would make one hell of a couple. I can fuck you to your heart's content." He says, and I shake my head. "NO! NO, EVAN, NO!" I scream, and Evan smacks me. "Jon, just let me fuck you. You know you like it. I know you like it." He says softly. I whimper as he pushes harder, and then he smiles as he cums into me. I flinch at the warmth of it, then he pulls out. I sigh in relief. Evan flips me back over onto my back, and he leands down. "Jon, you know you loved that. I can be more to you, Jon. Please." He whispers, and he plants his lips on mine. As he kisses me, he snakes his hand under my towel again, and gently strokes my cock. I try to wiggle free, but he presses his lips harder. I frown, and then I lean my head back and bring it up to hit him. "Get off!" I say, and Evan frowns. He looks hurt. "Jon. I thought we were getting somewhere." He says softly, and I roll my eyes. "NO! Not even close! Im not ever getting somewhere with you!" I manage to get one of my hands free, and I punch Evan across the face. Blood drips from his nose, and Evan's sadness turns to anger. "Jon.....I wouldnt if I were you." He threatens, and I snicker. "Why? What the fuck are you gonna do?" He glares at me, and removes his hand from my dick. I sigh. Thank god. But then he grips my hair, and slams my head down on the floor. I see stars, and he frowns at me. He slams my head down again, and a headache follows suit. "Evan.....Owwwwww...Stop.." I manage to say before he slams my head into the floor again. I see a stream of blood running down the shower floor, tainting the tiles, then circling the drain. My head is pounding. Evan grabs me, and flips me over onto my stomach. He holds my head back by my hair, gripping it harshly. My eyes widen as I look at the floor, and see the multiple blood stains from my head. "Evan...please, dont.......Evan...." I plead, and he smirks. "This is what happens if you turn me down, Jon." And he slams my forehead into the linoleum floor, and I black out.

Craig P.O.V

I sit up. Jon's been gone a really long time. 'Maybe he's just taking a long shower, and lost track of time.' I think to myself. But no. Jon doesnt do that. He keeps himself well on a schedule. Sort of. He said he'd be back in a few minutes, and it's been almost twenty. I cant help but feel something's wrong. So I pull on my jumpsuit, and my sweatshirt, and run down the corridor, my bare feet making almost no sound on the cold floor. I reach the end of the corridor, and slowly push open the locker room door. "Jon?" I call quietly. I open the door all the way, and look around. Jon's clothes are still on the bench, in a pile. I look around again, then something catches my eye in the shower stall. A small drop of red. I walk over, and as I round the corner, I gasp. Jon lays on the floor, blood dripping from a gash in his forehead, and many others. The floor around him is stained red, and his blood slowly runs down to the drain. I run over to him. "Jon?.........Jon, please....." I whisper, as I hold him in my arms. I look towards the door. Im pretty sure I saw Brock awake. He was making out with Brian. I look back to Jon, then yell down the corridor. "BROCK!!!!! PLEASE!!!! HELP!!!!" I turn my attention back to Jon, who still hasn't moved. I stroke his face with my hand, and I feel my heart breaking. "Jon, please be okay." Blood runs down his face from his forehead, and by now his hair is tainted red, as well. Then I hear the locker room door open, and Brock comes running in. "Over here!" I yell, and Brock comes running around the corner, then stops. "Jeezus." He kneels down beside me, and lifts Jon's head up. "How did this happen?" He asks, and I feel the tears in my eyes. "I dont know. He was taking a really long time, and I got worried, and when I came in here, I found him all covered in blood." I sniffle, and Brock looks down at Jon. "We need to get him to the infirmary, ASAP. He's lost a lot of blood, and I fear that the injuries may have instigated some head trauma." He looks up to me. "Grab me his clothes, will you?" I toss his clothes to Brock, who looks at me. "I need you to dress him, at least his bottom half, but do it quick." I nod, and Brock leaves for a minute. I unwrap Jon's towel, and slide his boxers up his legs. Then I grab his jumpsuit, and slip it on him over his boxers. I zip it up half way, so that he's still shirtless. I call Brock back in, and he and Brian come in with a stretcher. Brian picks him up, and Brock puts his hand out, cautioning us. "Mind his head." He says, and Brian and I look at each other. We slowly lift Jon onto the stretcher, and I step back. Brock and Brian grab the stretcher, and lift it up, carrying it out the door. We walk down the corridor quickly, and Tyler pokes his head out of his cell groggily, wearing just his boxers and his t-shirt, smiling at me. But his smile quickly fades when he sees Jon. "Mini, what happened?" He asks, and I stop while Brock and Brian keep moving. "Jon was attacked in the locker room. I dont know by who or why, but he's seriously hurt. Will you come down with me to the infirmary?" My voice cracks, and I look at Tyler, pleading. He nods. "Of course, Mini." He grabs his jumpsuit, and hastily pulls it on while we walk, stumbling as he puts his legs through. I push open the infirmary doors. Brock kneels next to Jon, stitching up his forehead, and having Brian hold his head while he turns him. I see three more gashes on Jon's head, and I gasp. Tyler puts his arm around me, and we walk over. "What's the prognosis, Brock? You got anything for us?" He asks, and Brock stands up, wiping Jon's blood from his hands. "Well, he took some serious hits. Whoever did this majourly slammed his head into the floor. I mean, really hard." He looks at me, and sees my wide eyes. I feel tears running down my face. Brock sighs. "Craig, he will need you to watch over him until he wakes up." I nod, glad to do so. "If he wakes up." I turn my head back to Brock. "What?" He shrugs, then looks at Jon. "Craig, with the amount of damage he took to the head, honestly, he should be dead. But since he's so thick-headed..." He looks at me and smiles, " I think that's the reason he's still alive. Or, he's holding on for a special someone. His Guardian Angel." He grins at me, and I wipe away a tear. Tyler looks over to Jon, where Brian is wrapping his head. "Brock, what do you mean, 'If he wakes up'?" Brock looks us in the eye. "Guys, again, with the severity of his injury, its a wonder he's still alive. But because of that, there is a chance he may not wake up." Tyler and Brock meet eyes, and they frown. I clench my fist. "No." They look at me. "What?" Tyler asks, and I look at him. "I said no. Jon will wake up. I know it. He's a fighter, and he wouldnt go down like this. He'll pull through. I know he will. And in the meantime, I will take care of him. I will live in this fucking infirmary if I have to, but I am NOT letting him die!" I yell, and Brock and Tyler smile. Brock places his hand on my shoulder and grins at me. "Then there's hope for Jon, yet." He says, and I wipe away my tears, and sit down next to Jon. I caress his cheek lightly, and bend down to kiss his head. "Jon, you need to hang on. For me. Please. Just dont leave me. Dont you dare. I love you far too much." I gently pet his hair. "Just keep remembering last night. Hold on to that." Tyler clears his throat, and I turn to look at him. He smiles and raises his eyebrow. I narrow my eyes and smile at him. "Shut the fuck up, Tyler." He laughs, and I turn back to Jon. I move my hand down his face, stroking his cheek, and then I lean down and kiss him. I look to Brock, Brian, and Tyler. "Thank you. Try and find out who did this. Please. And let people know that if I dont find out who did this, I will personally interrogate every single fucking person here." Brian's eyes widen, and the three of them walk out. Tyler stops at the door, and smiles at me. "Take care of our psycho, Mini." Then he shuts the door, leaving me alone with my dying boyfriend.