A/N : There's only one more chapter after this, but there will definitely be a sequel. Also, this is a really long and dramatic chapter. Don't hate me! ;)

Chapter 27

Sunday night...

Nick POV

Alex was in her uncle's office right now, trying to negotiate with him about buying her a laptop. And I was all alone in our dorm room, waiting to see if Jeff would be coming back tonight. I really wanted Alex to come back soon so I wouldn't have to be alone with Jeff. I just felt awkward around him now since we were sort of in the middle of a fight. And I didn't really know what to do...

And it was just my luck that he did happen to come back before Alex did.

I heard the door open, and I looked up to see Jeff standing there, slightly bent over. He walked into the room weirdly, and gently laid down on the bed, looking stiff as a board.

I was in my bunk, so he was below me. I was staring down at him, contemplating what to do when the door opened, and I saw Alex. Thank god!

"Jeff! You're back!"

She ran over, and sat down next to him. She started lightly rubbing his back.

"What happened? What did your dad do?"

I heard him burst into tears. I tried to concentrate on my homework instead.

"Jeff, come on. You always tell me. What'd he do? What hurts?"

Alex POV

I was staring down at Jeff. But he was turned face down into the pillow.

"Jeff, please tell me what happened."

He started trembling. I hugged him from behind as lightly as I could. I could feel how tense and stressed he was. 

"Do you just want to go to sleep?"

He nodded.

"Ok. How about you go change into some pjs first?"

He shook his head no.

"No?"

He shook his head no again.

"Alright."

I pulled the covers over him.

"You ready to go to bed too, Nick?" I asked.

"Sure, whatever..."

Nick and I took turns changing in the bathroom. I slid into bed next to Jeff after shutting off the light. He was still sobbing into his pillow. I couldn't imagine why he couldn't tell me this time. He always tells me. But... He'll probably just tell me tomorrow or something.

My phone buzzed. It was my stupid uncle who won't buy me a stupid laptop.

"What?" I asked, annoyed.

"I need you to come down to my office."

"Why?"

"There's been a complaint about you."

I sighed.

"Fine. I'll be there in a few."

I hung up, and didn't bother changing into other clothes. I walked down in my slippers and pjs, not even caring.

"What?" I asked, throwing the door open.

I saw Sebastian fricking Smythe sitting across from my uncle. He smirked at me.

"Sebastian says you stole something from him."

"What?" I asked.

"My phone."

"I don't have your freaking phone, Sebastian. Why would I even take it? I hate you!"

"Lower your voice," my uncle said.

"I didn't take his damn phone!"

"Well until we find out where it went, you're going to room with me," my uncle said.

"What good is that going to do?"

"First thing tomorrow morning, I'll search your room. And I can't let you go back now in case you hide the phone or something. You can go back to your room tomorrow after breakfast."

"Fine. But you're wasting your time. I didn't take his phone."

Sebastian left, and I followed my uncle to his room. 

"If I have to sleep here tonight, I want another chance at that laptop," I said, putting my hands on my hips.

"If I don't find his phone in your room, I'll buy you a laptop. How about that?"

"Fine."

My uncle got into his bed, and I got into mine across the room.

"Goodnight, Alex."

"Yeah, whatever."

Middle of the night...

Nick POV

I woke up, hearing very screechy cries coming from below me. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly, trying not to be annoyed about it. But Alex will deal with it, right?

But I didn't hear anything but the screeches. So I took my phone, and shined the flashlight on the beds below me. And I didn't see Alex. I only saw Jeff. 

I sighed. Well here goes nothing...

I climbed down to the floor, and sat on the edge of the bed. I turned the light on.

"Jeff, what's wrong? Nightmare?"

He shook his head no quickly.

"Then what is it?"

He pulled the covers off of himself. He wet the bed.

"Jeff, it's ok. Here. Why don't you go take a shower? I'll change the sheets and bring you some new clothes, ok?"

All I got in response was some more screechy cries. I helped him up, and walked him to the bathroom.

Where in the world is Alex!? She should be here helping me deal with this!

I stripped the sheets off the bed, and threw them on the floor in the corner of the room. I'll deal with them in the morning. I put new sheets on, and then went to grab Jeff a change of clothes.

I knocked lightly on the bathroom door and got screeches in response. 

"Alright, well I'll take that as a 'come in'."

I opened the door. Jeff was in the shower. 

"Jeff, I left your change of clothes on the sink counter."

He screeched at me. I guess if he doesn't calm down by the time he's out, I'll have to try something...

I grabbed his dirty clothes, and left the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

I was about to put his clothes in his laundry basket when I noticed something. Something red. There's blood in his underwear.

I dropped his clothes on the floor, and my hands started shaking. I don't know what to do.

Where's Alex!?

I suddenly remembered that she had written a whole bunch of stuff down in a notebook about Jeff. I dug through her stuff until I found it. I skimmed through her pages of notes until I found exactly what I was looking for. 'Trouble walking' and 'Blood in underwear'. These are both signs of sexual abuse. What if that's why he didn't tell Alex what happened earlier? 

My mouth felt so incredibly dry, and I sort of felt like I was going to pass out. I felt so nervous inside because I literally didn't know what to do. 

The bathroom door opened, and Jeff came out, still making his screechy crying noises. He did this weird walk over to the bed, and flopped down on his stomach, not bothering to get comfortable or get under the blankets.

"Jeff. Hey. I need you to tell me what happened. What did your dad do?"

He started screeching even more.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down," I said, putting my hand lightly on his back, which he flinched at.

I sighed, not knowing how to do this. 

"Jeff. Please, can you stop crying. Just calm down, ok?"

I started rubbing his back.

His cries got quieter, but he wouldn't stop crying. He was mostly hyperventilating and crying now.

"Jeff, please tell me. I need you to tell me in order for me to be able to help you."

"W-want A-Alex!"

"You want Alex? I have no clue where she is!"

"W-want A-Alex!"

I sighed.

"Ok. You stay right there, ok? I'm going to go to her uncle's room, and see if he knows where she is."

I ran out of the room, and I ran down the hall to her uncle's room. I knocked on it loudly. I was becoming more and more anxious by the second.

The door opened, revealing Alex's very sleepy looking uncle.

"Do you know where Alex is!? It's an emergency!"

"She's in there," he said, pointing behind him.

I ran into the room. Alex was sitting up in bed.

"What are you doing in here!? Things are happening!" I shouted.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why are you in here!?"

"I got blamed for taking Sebastian's phone, so they're searching our room tomorrow and I can't go back until they search it."

"Well this is an emergency, and you need to come back right now!"

I grabbed her arm, and pulled her out of bed. Her uncle was snoring in his bed, so I just shut the door quietly, hoping this wouldn't get Alex in trouble.

I stopped outside our door. 

"This is what happened," I whispered.

"What?"

"With Jeff. He peed the bed. I changed the sheets. He took a shower. He walks weird. There was blood in his underwear. I looked it up in your notebook of notes, and I think he got sexually abused. He's in there, screeching and crying. Please fix it!"

Alex just looked at me, sort of confused. But the girl was like half asleep, so I didn't blame her.

"Wait. What?"

"I think he got sexually abused! By his father!" I whispered.

"Jeff?"

"Yeah! Who else!?"

"We need to tell someone."

"No! We need him to tell us first so we know for sure."

"Why'd you have to get me? Why can't you get him to talk to you?"

"Because he won't, ok? He wanted you. You're his girlfriend, and he trusts you. Please just help! I don't know what to do, and I'm shaking, and Alex, please!"

My voice cracked, and I was literally on the verge of tears. Alex was studying my face.

"You care about Jeff!" She said, like she was realizing it or something.

"Of course I care about him!"

"You act like you hate him and all his nonsense but you actually care about him, don't you!?"

"Yes, I do! Now please go help!"

I opened the door, and pushed her inside. I shut the door, standing out in the hall. I want them to be alone so Jeff feels as comfortable as possible, telling her.

Alex POV

"Jeff. It's ok. Can you please tell me what happened?" I asked, sitting down next to him.

He started crying harder. And Nick was right. He was making all these screechy sounds.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's alright, Jeff. You can tell me. I can make everything all better."

I picked up his hand, and held it between both of mine. He was trembling.

"Jeff, come on. I can only help you if you tell me. I know you trust me. Please tell me what happened with your dad. What did he do to you?"

"C-can't s-say i-it!"

"Why can't you say it?"

"H-help m-me!" He screamed.

"Jeff, what'd he do? Did he abuse you?"

He nodded, making even more tears go down his cheeks and fall onto the pillow. His head was turned towards me, but he was laying down flat on his stomach, not budging.

"How?"

Jeff tried to say something, but I couldn't understand.

"Jeff, I can't understand you. Did he sexually abuse you?"

"Y-yes!" He screamed.

"Ok. Jeff, I need to tell someone-"

"NO! YOU CAN'T! HE SAID HE WOULD KILL ME! I DON'T WANT TO DIE! PLEASE!" He screamed.

"Jeff, I'm going to tell my uncle. He's going to tell the police. And the police are going to arrest your dad, ok? We should've just told someone in the first place. We could've avoided all of this. Your dad won't be able to hurt you anymore."

"HE'S GOING TO KILL ME!"

"No, he's not."

I got up, but Jeff grabbed onto my hand tightly, keeping me there.

"YOU CAN'T TELL!"

I pulled out of his grip, and he didn't make another attempt to grab my hand. He just turned his face into the pillow, and screamed.

I opened the door, to find Nick standing out there, leaning against the wall.

"Well?"

"He was sexually abused. We're telling someone. This ends tonight."