How it happened

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In an ally outside of a bar came a sound. It sounded like a struggle, in the ally was three guy's. One was black wearing a black cap, he had a red jacket on and blue jeans. He was in front of the ally struggling with a guy, that guy happened to be Jack. Jack Mercer. Behind Jack was another guy, he was white, and he was wearing a black no sleeve shirt and blue shorts. It just happened to be the middle of winter, in fact it was almost the anniversary of his mothers death. They forced Jack on his knee's, the guy behind him tied his hand's behind his back. Jack had a gag in his mouth.

Two week's earlier.

Jack was in a room, he was sitting in a gray chair. He had on a red t-shirt, and blue jeans, he was also where his black jacket and white shoes. He was looking at the floor. Across from him sat a woman. She had long black hair, blue eyes, she was wearing a black skirt, white blouse and black dress shoes. She was looking at Jack, with her hands folded across her lap and her left leg over his right knee. After a few minutes of this silence she decided to say something. "It's been three months since you started coming here, what has changed since I first met you Jack?" She had a sweet kind voice. He looked up at her and said "I'm no longer scared to leave my apartment."

"How long has it been ever since that night?"

"Three month's and two days."

"What happened that night?"

"I-I was raped by two guy's."

She smiled at him "I'm glad that you can say it, you've come along way. Three months ago you were in complete denial trying to hide from what happened and everyone else. You remember what we talked about last week?" Jack just nodded mutely. "Have you told your brothers yet like we talked about?" She asked, never taking that kind look off of Jack. That's one of the reasons he loves coming to her, she was kind and caring and didn't judge.

"No Miss. Barlow." Jack said after a couple of minutes.

"Jack, call me Sue, or even Susan, not Miss. Barlow." He nodded. "Are you still having the nightmares."

"Yes, and no. I have them every so often, when I don't talk to Bobby."

"Okay, and what do you talk to Bobby about."

"Everything, what I've been doing, what I've been eating. If I've gotten a gig yet."

"But you haven't told him about that night." He shook his head. "Okay." The timer went off. "That's all we got for today Jack, now I want to tell you something. I want you to go home, call your brother Bobby, and tell him that you're coming home for a few weeks. And if they ask you what's wrong just tell them 'I'll tell you when I'm ready too.' And Jack, when your ready to tell them about that night, you tell them." Jack stood up and so did she. "But what if I'm never ready, and what if they look at me different, like I'm dirty or something." She walked over and stood by him, she put her arm around his shoulder's and said "If they're the brother's you say they are, then they will not care, they will love you no matter what." She let him go.

He walked out the door and said "Okay, I'll go home. And I'll spend sometime with my brother's. But I'm still scared."

"That's okay, it's normal." Jack said goodbye and left for his apartment. When he got home he took off his jacket and went to pick up the phone. He walked back and closed the door locking it. With phone in hand he headed to his room, and started to pack. As he packed he called Bobby. Bobby picked up about the third "Hello." Came the gruff voice of his brother, Jack couldn't help but smile at that sound. Bobby always made him feel safe and protected, even when he teases him or calls him those nicknames.

"Hey Bobby it's Jack."

"Jackie you fucker where you been I've been trying to get a hold of you."

"Sorry, I wanted to tell you that I'm coming home for a visit."

"That's great. Angel and Jerry will love to hear it."

"Yeah, I'm getting on a plane tonight and I'll be there in the morning, could you come and pick me up."

"Sure you little fairy."

"Thanks' Bobby, I'll see you then."

"You too Jackie." They both hung up. Jack finished packing and left locking the door, he told the man who he's renting the apartment from, then took off for the airport. He was nervous, he had never been this nervous. Not ever since he had first come to the Mercer house.