DISCLAIMER

Belongs to CBS and Top Kick Productions. I only own the plot and characters you don't recognize. As far as I know, I made up the name of Tracey's school. I realize things have been rushed, and I apologize, but that's just how it worked out. I also realize that the rest of the Malloy family has been ignored, but that was because I was focusing more on Trent's/Johnny's relationship with his biological family. I use a line from The Lost Boys 'cause it was just perfect for the fic.

A few days later, Trent pulled up the driveway to Connie and Peter's house.

"What's he doing here?" Peter wondered.

"Stop it, Peter," Connie chided. They walked to the driveway.

"How'd you find this place?" Peter wondered.

"Map Quest," Trent answered.

"All right, so what do you want?" Peter demanded.

"I told them the truth, Con--about everything," Trent told them.

"Everything?" Connie questioned.

"Everything," Trent emphasized. He drew his younger sister into a hug. "I'm sorry, Connie. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry that I didn't get you and the others out. I'm so sorry," he continued emotionally. Peter looked at his siblings and exhaled shakily.

"Finally. You've--you've admitted it," he said. "Thank you," he continued.

"I'm so sorry, you guys. I'm so sorry," Trent said again. Peter walked up to them and they took him into the hug.

"I'm--I'm sorry, Johnny. I should've known you had your own reasons. I can't believe I--" Peter began to apologize.

"It's okay, little brother. It's okay," Trent interrupted. "I gotta know though, did--did Tracey have to--" he began to ask.

"No! No. I made sure of that," Connie interrupted.

"Good. Good," Trent said in relief. Peter looked at his older siblings in confusion. What were they talking about? Trent saw Peter's puzzled expression and pulled away.

"I think we all got a lot to talk about," he stated. With that, they all went into the house and then sat on the living room couch.

"Pete, you know how Dad made us play those games?" Trent questioned.

"Yeah, I'm scared to death of knives know thanks to him," Peter said bitterly.

"And I can't even watch the Indiana Jones movies because of the whip he used on me," Connie added.

"I need to know two things that are very important--one: Connie, did you and Peter have to--" Trent began.

"No, after you left, he seemed to lose interest," Connie interrupted.

"Thank God for small favors," Trent sighed. Then, "The games--did he play them with Tracey?"

"Yeah, he played them with Tracey. She told us everything and then she told Officer DiNardo," Connie confirmed.

"And then we told her what happened to us," Peter added.

"So that's it. She knows that he went through the whole family," Trent commented.

"So, what do we do now?" Connie wondered.

"I guess we wait," Trent said. Meanwhile, at Eastman High, Tracey walked along the halls, not looking at anybody. By now, her father's arrest had made the papers. She got her books out of her locker and headed for history class.

"Hey, Tracey!" a girl shouted. Tracey turned around.

"Oh. Hi, Shelly," she grinned. "What's up?" she wondered, as they kept walking.

"Oh, nothing much," Shelly answered. "I do have a question though," she continued.

"What?" Tracey wondered.

"Your father--did he really do what the papers are saying he did?" Shelly asked. Without a word, Tracey nodded and Shelly blanched. "Ugh. How horrible. And I always thought he was so nice," Shelly commented.

"Yeah. He had everyone fooled," Tracey whispered as they entered the room and sat at their desks. The teacher began the lecture, but Tracey couldn't even say what it was about. Her mind was only focused on the upcoming trial. The rest of day was the same. After the final bell, Tracey and Shelly walked towards the entrance. To their surprise, Connie's car was already there.

"Wow. She got here fast," Shelly commented.

"Yeah," Connie agreed. I wonder if anything's wrong, she thought. "I'll see you later," she said, and then hurried to the car.

"Hey, Trace," Connie greeted, as the younger girl got in.

"Hey," Tracey acknowledged. Then, as they drove off, "What's going on?"

"Pete and I have got a surprise for you when we get home," Connie answered.

"A surprise?" Tracey asked in confusion.

"Don't worry. This is good," Connie assured. Tracey looked at her older sister in confusion, but received no answer. Finally, they were home. Connie parked, and the two went in. Tracey stopped when she saw Trent.

"What's he doing here?" she asked bitterly.

"I told--everything," he answered.

"You--you did?" she questioned. "But I thought you didn't--"

"I didn't. But I realized I had to," Trent interrupted.

"I--I don't understand," Tracey stammered. Trent sighed as he raked his hair with his hands.

"You were so young when I left. I--I had to get out. I was gonna tell, but--but the things--that he made me do to--to Connie, he threatened--" he began.

"That's why?" she interrupted. "Because he made you have sex with me? That's why you kept quiet?" she questioned. Peter and Tracey looked at each other, and then walked up to the two. "Johnny, that wasn't your fault," she told him, taking his hand into hers.

"If I connected him, he was gonna connect me," Trent confessed.

"Johnny, it wasn't your fault," Connie repeated.

"I'm sorry, Con. I just didn't want anyone that I had hurt you like that," Trent said emotionally.

"Johnny, it wasn't your fault," Connie told him, throwing her arms around him.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, little sister. I shouldn't have been so weak. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry," Trent apologized again, pulling her close. Feeling wetness on brother's face, Connie looked up, and then wiped them away.

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault," she assured him. Peter and Tracey joined them and wrapped their siblings in a hug, just standing there. Several months later, the Harding family sat in a courtroom, having just revealed their whole ordeal, including what the man had forced Trent and Connie to do to each other.

"Has the jury reached a verdict?" the judge asked.

"We have, your honor," the spokesperson answered. Then, they stood up and read the verdict: guilty on all accounts.

"YES!" Trent, Connie, Peter, and Tracey shouted together. They laughed in shock and relief as the man was led away.

"Thank you. Thank you," Trent said emotionally.

"It's over. It's over," Connie said in the same tone. Everyone was dismissed and they all walked out.

"Johnny, uh--Trent, thanks for everything," Connie told him.

"It's no problem," Trent said.

"Jo--Trent, are we going to see you again?" Tracey wondered.

"Yeah, you guys can come by any time," Trent assured. He sighed. "Look guys, I know I acted like a jerk about being a Harding and everything, and I'm sorry. I spent so much time trying to forget everything that had happened to me, that I lost sight of all of you. And I won't let that happen again. I promise," he continued.

"Welcome back, big brother," Connie commented.

"It's good to be back, little sister," Trent stated. With that, the four siblings walked down the stairs.

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE

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