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"Are you sure you'll be okay?" Tiffany inquired of the speechless Justin after her father pulled up outside his parents' house. Justin only nodded, and let go of her hand that he'd been clinging onto for the past half an hour. Justin could see all of the lights were on in the house and the curtains in the living room were closed.

"Thank you, Mr. Hawkins. I appreciate the lift home," Justin spoke for the first time since he sat in the car. His voice came out a little different than how it usually sounded. He smiled at Tiffany. "Thank you for tonight Tiffany; I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Let's never find out," Tiffany comforted him, looking behind him to the house. "I think your parents are happy you're home."

Justin looked over his shoulder in Tiffany's direction. His overprotective mother and father ran out from the front door, moving faster than they should have in the icy conditions that barricaded the front path. Justin's mother grabbed hold of his muscular father to keep her standing. She was obviously more worried about her son than banging her head off the ground.

"I'll see you later. I am so sorry for today," Justin gave Tiffany a hug. Tiffany didn't usually like any sympathy for herself, but after the night she'd had, she allowed Justin the kindness to give her the best comfort she'd had all night. Justin eventually let go when Henry Rutherford opened the back door. Rebecca Rutherford scrambled in to throw her slender arms around her son.

"Oh my God, my baby, we have been so worried," Rebecca cried, her silky brown hair covering Justin's face. Tiffany felt a little uncomfortable with what was happening in front of her.

Phillip Hawkins rolled down his window where Henry, tall and toned, bent down to talk to him. "Thank you." Henry struggled with the words like they kept blocking in his throat, "for bringing my son home. We really, really appreciate it." Henry's words sounded awkward. Phillip just nodded.

"I'm sure you would have done the same for my girls," Phillip replied bluntly. Henry nodded before walking back around the car to where Rebecca had pulled Justin out. Henry threw his arms around them both in a suffocating group hug. Henry was double the size of Justin, his biceps almost covering Justin's head from view.

Phillip drove away when Henry and Rebecca supported a weak Justin into the house. They had kept the fire on for hours, making Justin melt the moment he stepped through the threshold. Justin was eternally grateful for the pair of them; he didn't want to face going to his and Hunter's apartment alone that night. His old room was more than welcome.

"How are you honey, do you want something to eat or drink?" Rebecca's sweet innocent voice asked, not letting go of her son's hand. Henry had his arm around him, holding him up, until they reached the sofa and sat him down.

"Anything you need son, we're right here," Henry's deep voice assured him. His family's support was always welcome, if not a little overpowering.

"I wouldn't mind a drink," Justin murmured loud enough for his parents to hear.

"One piping hot chocolate coming right up for my brave little boy," Rebecca kissed his cheek before taking Henry out of the room.

Justin looked around the living room. It had been a few weeks since Justin was last there. It would partly explain his parents' overjoyed reactions that he was finally home. Sometimes he regretted leaving the comforts of the house he grew up in, but moving in with Hunter was a step he was glad he took. He was finally growing up, but now, he felt like a child again; a defenceless, poor little child that needs to be looked after by his parents.

Justin noticed movement from the corner of his eye. Thinking it to be his parents, Justin casually looked in that direction. Instead he saw a young boy covered in blood. Justin shot up from the couch and moved back in a jolt. Then the fear sunk away.

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