Hey guys I am so sorry, I say I'll update very soon, and very soon turns out to be very late. I don't know if this story will be continued...

I'm thinking of starting another story, this one wasn't entirely what I thought it would be. Too much drama, and not enough action. I wanted more Troy and Gaby. And it is a bit...of topic. Too much mumbling on my part, and i apologize.

But no worries I'll try to finish it, for my sake and yours.

Thanks for the reviews, and hang in there. Bare with me. Please review!

So it wasn't a nightmare…Chapter Nine

He wanted to understand why exactly this was happening to him when nothing else seemed to make sense at all.

What was wrong with the world?

What was wrong with Fred?

Why would he do such a thing and to his nephew?

The thought was so unbearable, so utterly disgusting, Troy could not bare to be reminded, to remember the terror, the cruelty of what had happened.

If life were to come crashing down, he'd welcome death itself.

But perhaps it was all a dream

Yes…a dream, a nightmare, just a figment if his imagination and who would ever know?

Yes he would forget everything; it would be as if nothing had happened at all.

Nothing.

Nothing!!!

Denial. DENIAL. Did it even matter?

Troy paced nervously around his room, he was expecting his dad to burst in through the door any second now. But he knew what he was going to say. Going to school had been too difficult, so I decided to stay home.

He could not bare the thought of even telling his father, his mom, or anyone else the truth. It was too painful.

"Troy why weren't you in school today?"

Troy had been expecting it, yet he couldn't help but shudder.

"I'm sorry dad, I wasn't feeling well. I should have told…I came...back. I'm sorry," replied Troy a little too rushed. His voice panicky.

Jack couldn't help but soften as he realized Troy was shivering.

"Troy..are you ok?" he asked tentatively. Something told him, Troy wasn't being entirely truthful. The way he talked, the way he moved…something was wrong.

"Did something happen?"

Troy gulped. His mind racing trying to think whether or not he should tell him the truth right then and there.

"Dad…I…" Troy whispered dropping his head. Tears threatened to fall, and his voice choked.

"Troy?"

His dad moved closer to Troy. He put a hand on his shoulder, sensing Troy's emotions.

"You can tell me," he added.

"Fred," Troy managed to choke out.

His mind was telling him to keep quiet, and not to say anything that would compromise…his well life.

But he couldn't, he just couldn't.

His dad was here, parents were supposed to make the pain go away, weren't they?

Troy's father immediately tensed up at the name of Fred.

"What happened? Did he do anything to you?" demanded his father obviously upset.

Troy pointed to his closet, where his blood stained clothes lay.

His father walked slowly to the closet, opened the door as in slow motion.

His hand reached for the clothes in sight. Once he realized what they were, and saw the blood on them he dropped them shocked.

"Troy, what did he do to you?"

"He followed me, I…I didn't see h-him. He cornered me. He…dad…dad…I" Troy stuttered unable to get it out.

He broke down, sobs racking his entire body.

"Troy, Shh…it's ok. It's going to be ok," his dad whispered.

That &()&&$$!! How could he? HOW COULD HE??

Jack's mind was racing, overwhelmed by everything. He was positive, his own brother had...had hurt Troy. How could he?

Right then, Jack felt himself sobbing along with Troy.

Tears rolling down his cheeks, he comforted Troy as best as he could, as best as he should've.

He would make it up to Troy.