Justin's POV:

I sat there with Christy thinking about my relationship with Cameron and my feelings for both of them. I know down in my heart that I don't love Cameron nearly as much as I do Christy, if at all. But my head keeps telling me that I haven't given Cam enough time. I sighed as I looked over at Chris. I smiled, seeing her sleeping peacefully.

"What the hell is she doing sleeping she should be worrying about our kids." Cameron said, walking in and kicking the bed, before planting herself in my lap.

Christy jumped awake, looking around quickly, before looking down at her stomach.

"You should be worrying about our kids instead of sleeping." Cam repeated.

"Way to go Cameron, she needs to be resting and relaxed right now, and they are not OUR kids, they are Christy and MY kids. They don't belong to you at all." I growled, pushing her off my lap.

I reached out and took Christy's hand in mine. "I'm sorry about her waking you up. Go back to sleep honey."

"Justin can I speak with you outside?" Cameron said, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the door.

"I'll be right back Chris."

"What the hell was that shit in there?" Cameron yelled.

"What shit?"

"About them not being our kids. About me not having anything to do with this?"

"You don't. You had nothing to do with their conception and you will have nothing to do with their birth or raising."

"The hell I won't. As soon as those kids are born you are going to California and you are filing for full custody of those kids. By the way, you better not even think about taking those kids off that waiting list. You'll be sorry if you do. Now go back in there and kiss her ass and make her think that you're on her side. I want her to be totally caught off guard when we file for custody."

"I'm not doing anything until you get your ass on a plane and go back to LA."

"Oh you think your a big man now? Just remember who you are talking to. Don't make me punish you."

"I'm sorry Cameron, I'm sorry. Just please go back to LA, you are not helping anything here."

"I don't know if I can trust you alone here to behave."

"I'll be good I promise. My mom is here, she'll watch me."

"Yeah right, that bitch hates me. She'd love nothing more than for you to go back with that slut in there."

"Don't call my Mom a bitch. You can do whatever you want to, to me but you will not call my Mom or Christy names."

"You're right I can do and will do whatever I want to, to you. And you will pay for that comment. You are going to go back in there and tell her that you are taking me to the airport. That's all you will say to her and you will walk out of here with me and you will get what's coming to do. And don't even think about saying anything else to her, because I will hear and I will punish you for that too." she said, pushing me back into the room.

"Hey Chris, I have to go take Cameron to the air port. I'll be back in a bit, just relax and get some rest okay?" I said, trying to act normal.

"Okay, drive safe." Chris smiled.

I forced myself to smile, before walking back out the door. The feeling of dread filling my stomach. I know what's going to happen. I can't believe I let myself get into this. She seemed like she was perfect, but I was so wrong.

I followed Cameron out of the hospital, making sure not to look at anyone. She lead me into the condo she rented and back to the bedroom. I try to shut off my emotions so that I don't show weakness, fear, or the tears that I can already feel filling my eyes.

"Take your clothes off and get on the bed." she demanded.

The last thing I want to do is follow her directions, but I know better. I slowly take my clothes off before climbing on the bed.

"Face down and put your arms over your head and you better be moving faster than that."

Once again, I followed her directions, burying my head in the pillows.

She quickly hand cuffed my hands to the bedposts before tying my legs down. "Do you like this? Do you like being punished?"

"No."

"Well you could fool me. If you would learn to do what I tell you to and keep your fucking mouth shut, we wouldn't have this problem. But you can't be good like I tell you to be can you?" She yells as the paddle hits my bare ass for the first time.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again I swear. I'm sorry please don't." I cry out as she continues hitting.

"You say that every time Justin, but you never do it." She screams as she continues hitting and the tears begin to fall from my eyes.

I bite the pillow to keep from screaming, knowing if I do she'll paddle longer if I do. When I'm to the point where I'm about to pass out from the pain or my skin is going to fully break open she stops. But I know she isn't done, not anywhere near done. She puts the paddle down and grabs the whip, giving me a few lashes across the back, she doesn't do this long though, as she doesn't want to leave scars where they can be seen. When she's done with this, she slaps my ass again before untying my arms and legs and tells me to get up.

"I'm sorry Cam." I whimper, as I move to my feet.

"You will be sorry when I'm done with you." She spat, before pushing me into a chair, laughing as I cry out from the pain, before she crawls on my lap, thrusting against me until I cry out again. "Do you know what I'm going to do to you now?"

"What?" I ask, as she stands and begins removing her clothes.

She walks over and kneels down between my legs and grabs my dick. "I'm going to fuck you so hard your going to scream so you better get hard."

Tears fill my eyes again, as I think of the pain to come. I know that if I don't get hard, it'll get worse. I close my eyes and think about Chris, about making love to her so many times. The feel of being inside her, the way she looks when I please her. I works, as I begin to harden in Cameron's hand.

"Good boy." she smirked, before impaling herself on me.

I whimper as tears fall down my cheeks as she bounces as hard on me as she can, knowing how much it hurts. That's what gets her off, knowing that I'm in pain. Thankfully she seems to be really turned on after that beating and she came quickly.

"Get dressed, I have a plane to catch. You better not say a fucking word to anyone. After you drop me off, you're going back to the hospital and your going to sit there all fucking day on that fucking chair do you understand me?"

"Yes." I whispered, quickly grabbing my clothes.

I pull them on as slowly as possible, trying to get them on without anything rubbing against my sore, raw skin.

"You better fucking hurry up or I'll make it worse." She spits. "You better not be a fucking baby and walk right too."

I just nod my head as he slip my shoes on. I drove as carefully as I could to the airport, trying to reduce the amount of bumps.

"Okay, well this is where I need to be, so I love you and I'll call you later." She smiles, kissing my cheek, before getting out of the car.

I allowed my tears to fall as I drove back to the hospital. I can't believe what I got myself into.

Christy's POV:

I woke up to someone whimpering in my room. I looked over to see Justin sitting as softly as possible in the chair, tears pouring down his cheeks.

"J, what's wrong?" I whispered softly.

"Nothing I'm fine." He whispered.

"Justin, baby come here."

"What?" He asked, coming to stand next to the bed, as tears poured down his cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't tell you."

"Then show me honey." I whispered.

"You're not supposed to be stressed."

"Then show me what's wrong?"

He looked at the floor before slowly, carefully pulling his shirt up.

"Did Cameron do that?"

He just nodded.

"There's more isn't there?"

He unbuckled his belt and pants and carefully slipped them and his boxers down his legs, allowing me to see the bright red, angry welts that covered his entire ass. I tears filled my eyes, as I saw some of the welts beginning to bleed and seep.

"Oh baby, oh Justin. Is this because of me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"I talked back."

"I won't let her hurt you anymore."

"After the babies are born she wants me to go to LA and file for full custody. I won't do it. I won't I don't care what she does to me but I won't."

"Your not going to have to and she will do nothing to you. I'm going to stop this right now."

"You can't, she'll hurt you and the babies."

"No she won't." I said, grabbing the phone and calling Lynn, telling her to get in here.

I moved over and made room for Justin to slid into the bed naked on his stomach so that he wouldn't have to put pressure on the wounds. I gently laid the covers over his skin causing his to jump and cry out. "I'm sorry baby, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was trying to be gentle."

"I know."

"I love you Justin and I'm not going to let you get hurt again."

"I love you too ChristyAnna. I love you so much." He cried, burying his head in my neck.

Lynn sobbed as she held Justin when she saw what had happened to him. She immediately called the police and head this documented and charges drawn up against Cameron. Justin sobbed the whole time as they brought the doctors in the photograph his wounds for evidence. When they were done they cleaned and put salve on his wounds, all without pain medicine. He wouldn't allow them to give him anything because he'd have to be moved to a room of his own, which they tried to get him to do anyway.

"Are you okay?" I whispered, when everyone had left and Justin was tucked at my side, the blanket, draped carefully against him.

"I don't know." He whispered.

"Are you mad at me?"

"No, not at you baby, never at you. I'm just mad at myself, that I got myself into this situation, that I should have been able to stop her, but I was too damn scared." he said, crying again.

"Don't cry anymore Justin. I promise I'm not going to let her get to you again. I love you and I'm sorry that I didn't put more effort into our relationship."

"I'm sorry that I didn't put more effort in either. I'm sorry you thought that I didn't love you. I love you so so so much Christy. After she was done beating me, she made me sit in a chair as she had sex with me. I always have to think about you while this is happening."

"Why?"

"Because unlike me, the beating turns her on, and I have to think of something to make me hard, so I think about all the times we made love and the look on your face when I pleasured you."

"We're gonna be okay Justin. I promise you." I whispered, kissing his forehead.

"How can you look at me?"

"What do you mean?"

"How can you look at me after what she did?"

"Because I love you baby. I love you."

"I love you too Christy, I love our babies too and I'll do anything I have to, to keep them safe."

"You're not going to have to go through what you did today again."

There was a knock on the door and Justin tensed. "Who is it?"

"It's Jenna." The nurse said, walking in.

"What's up?" I asked, starting to worry about my babies again.

"I know that the doctor said Justin couldn't have anything for pain without going to his own room, but I know how badly it hurts, so I brought him a gift." She said, walking over to him.

"What?" He asked, not looking up.

"Justin first of all I've been there and done that and I know what you're going through. I just wanted to say that I'm a nurse and a professional and I will not tell a sole what happened to you. But I want you to have this."

Justin turned to look at her to see her holding out a large white pill. "What is it?"

"Vicodin. It will help you sleep and take the pain away."

"But the doctor said I couldn't have anything."

"This is off the record. Please take it." She said, putting the pill in his hand.

"Thank you." He whispered, as he quickly swallowed the pill.