A/N – Alright guys, sorry I didn't update yesterday, I had a bad day. I saw Chris Cornell died and I'm a huge grunge fan and that really broke me up. May he rest in peace. Anyway, here's an long update, it's very angsty and Hyde makes an appearance. Yay! Thanks for the reviews, I'd respond to them, but I've got to help my mom out with some packing. I might update this once or twice before I leave for vacation for a week, but who knows. So, when I don't update this week, don't panic, I'll be back next weekend.

I hope you enjoy this new chapter. :)

Disclaimer – Read the first chapter's.

His parents were coming today, Julia had called them and told them it was urgent. Of course, they were worried. They thought something happened to Eric, and of course something did happen to Eric, just not what they think. The police would want to talk to them, they'd want to hear their opinion on Eric's behavior as of late. Eric tried telling them that he barely talks to parents, but because he had just a little contact with them in the past four months he's been here they wanted to talk to them. They'd probably ask him some other people he's associated himself with, too. Like Hyde, who'd also know about all of this sooner or later.

Eric was dreading today. He didn't want to see the looks on his parents faces when the police explained to them what just had happened. His parents didn't even know the police were here, they didn't really have too much of a clue what was going on.

"Eric, you'll be fine," Jackie was trying to calm him down as they waited for his parents to arrive.

Eric was very fidgety, his feet were tapping, he was scratching at his knees with his chewed back fingernails. He's been a basket case all morning.

"What are they going to think?" Eric asked, really wanting answers.

"They're going to be worried about you, like I've already said," Jackie said, looking down at his hands that were flapping, "Eric, calm down. You're going to send yourself into an anxiety attack."

Eric shook his head, "I think it's too late for that."

Jackie quickly grabbed Eric's hand, which was a bad move, because he yelped and jumped, not expecting the sudden contact. Jackie kept her hand on his though, even though she was regretful, "Hey, it's just me… See?"

Eric looked down at her hand resting on top of his trembling one, his hazel eyes wide with alarm as he pushed his gaze towards her eyes, but he stayed silent. Jackie sighed and pulled her hand away, both of them breaking eye contact with each other.

Eric looked down at his hands in his lap sadly, "Sorry…"

Jackie shook her head, "Eric, it's fine. I understand."

"I'm trying to be more comfortable with it, but…" Eric tried to explain.

"Eric," Jackie said sharply, gaining his attention, "Just take your time. There's no rush."

Eric nodded and looked down at his shoes now, feeling awkward about the whole thing. He feels like he's scared her off.

"Eric?" His mother's voice suddenly caught his attention and jolted him out of his thoughts. He looked up and saw both his parents rushing toward him, a look of worry on both of their faces.

"Mom, Dad…" Eric said, his shoulders tensing as he sat up a little.

"Honey, what happened?" Kitty asked him, her eyes showing concern, "Are you okay? You aren't hurt are you?"

"No," He lied, a sad look in his eye, "I-I'll explain later, I just—"

"Good, you're both here," The policeman suddenly said, stepping out of the empty room. He must of heard all the commotion, "Mr. and Mrs. Forman, I'm Officer Chapell, nice to meet you both."

He shook both of their hands, both Red and Kitty looking very confused. Red asked, "What's all of this about? Did Eric do something wrong?"

Officer Chapell shook his head, "No, no, he's done nothing wrong, not at all. If you could just step into the office, we can talk all of this out."

Red and Kitty shared a weird look, then they cast their gaze towards their son, who looked as nervous as can be, then they looked back to the police officer.

"Okay," They both said.

"Right this way," Officer Chapell said, moving out of their way and looking down at Eric, "Come on, son."

Eric released a tense breath, his heart beating so hard he was sure someone else could hear it, "You'll do fine," Jackie assured him, "I'll be right out here waiting for you, okay?"

Eric nodded, but stayed silent before he stood. He then followed the officer to the office, giving Jackie one final look before he stepped through the door and it was closed behind him. He went over to sit with his parents, in between them actually as Officer Chapell went to sit on the other side of them, facing them all.

"Alright, Mr. and Mrs. Forman," Chapell said, looking between the two, "How are you two this morning?"

"We're fine. What's going on?" Red asked, still so confused.

"There's been an incident," Chapell said after a brief moment of silence. They noticed there was a folder on the desk in front of him.

"What kind of incident?" Red asked curiously, getting annoyed with this confusion and waiting.

"Well, it seems your son had been involved in a little something with one of the nurses here," Chapell said, Eric's heart beating faster and faster it seemed, "Something happened."

"What did you do?" Red suddenly accused, sending his son a sort of glare.

Eric flinched and avoided his father's stare, trying to keep himself calm, his fingernails digging into the palms of his hands, drawing blood.

"He didn't do anything, Mr. Forman," Officer Chapell assured, "It's more of what she did."

Now both his parent's faces fell, "What?"

The police officer looked over at Eric now, "Eric, is there anything you'd like to interject?"

Eric looked up at the officer nervously, but he quickly looked away a moment later, "No…"

The officer frowned and looked over at Red and Kitty, his face having gone from friendly to saddened and sort of stern, "Mr. and Mrs. Forman… Has Eric acted odd to you lately? Over the phone I mean. He says he calls you sometimes. Did you ever notice anything out of character for him?"

Kitty looked at Red for a moment as she thought, "Well… We just found out he was here not that long ago… Over the phone he always did seem sort of… Different."

"Different how? How is he usually?" Chapell asked curiously.

"I don't know… Funny, witty, cheerful," Kitty said, shrugging, "When we would talk on the phone he sounded, well… Depressed."

"Did it seem to get worse over time?" Chapell asked.

"Well, now that you mention it… Yes," Kitty nodded, looking over at Eric in worry now, "Eric, what's going on here? What won't you tell us?"

Eric adjusted in his seat awkwardly, refusing to speak.

"Mr. and Mrs. Forman," Chapell garnered the couple's attention again, "The nurse involved in this incident, Nurse Shaw, Eric here says she did some things to him, and we have some other people backing him up, as well as some newfound evidence."

Newfound evidence? What was he talking about? Eric was concerned now.

"Would you just spit it out, already?" Red snapped impatiently.

Officer Chapell looked at Red and Kitty solemnly before he said, "Mr. and Mrs. Forman, we have reason to believe that Nurse Shaw raped your son."

Kitty gasped, the tears immediately forming in her eyes and Red just looked shocked, his entire body going stiff. Eric tried to keep himself together, his eyes were watery though as he forced himself to look at his parents.

Kitty looked over at him, a small hand covering her mouth as she sort of reached out to him with her free hand, "Eric… Is that true?"

Eric bit his bottom lip, trying to stop his eyes from burning. He nodded, "Yes, it's true."

Kitty broke down crying then, "My poor baby!"

She leaned over and hugged him, which he pretty much expected. He put his hands on her back and closed his eyes tight, hoping maybe that'd stop the tears from falling. He opened his eyes a moment later to look over at his dad over his mother's shoulder; he still looked in shock.

"I know this is hard on all three of you," Officer Chapell went on a minute or two later, as he grabbed the folder from the desk and opened it, not yet letting the family in front of him see the contents inside, "We looked into Shaw's criminal background, and we found some very revealing things."

Kitty finally pulled away from Eric, wiping her eyes, her hand holding her son's trembling one.

"For one, her name isn't Shaw," Chapell said.

"What?" Eric said suddenly, looking just as surprised as everyone else.

Chapell shook his head, "Her real name is Samantha Oliver and her record shows she's been arrested twice. Once about ten years ago for sexual harassment, and another five years ago for sexual abuse on a minor... And now, we have claims that she's abused several patients here at this hospital in recent months, one of them your friend, is that correct, Eric?"

Eric was quiet for a minute, then he nodded, "Yes sir."

"He claims that Oliver tried to preform sexual acts on him about a month before you got here," Chapell said, "He also claims his old roommate was raped by her, and then he killed himself a week later."

Kitty and Red were both looking at Chapell now, Kitty's grip on Eric's hand tightening. Eric nodded at Chapell's words, "That's what he told me."

"Is there any evidence to back this up?" Red suddenly asked, seeming angry.

Chapell looked over at Red and then down at the folder in his hands, grabbing something inside of it, "Yes…" He looked over at Eric for a moment, "There's a security camera in the empty hall in the boy's ward. Ms. Julia told me that it's been broken for years, but apparently that wasn't the case… Did she used to take you to that empty hall, Eric?"

Eric swallowed thickly and then nodded, "Yes."

"We watched the footage," Chapell said and Eric's face paled, "We printed some screenshots up for evidence to use in court… You have a strong case against her, Eric."

Eric looked away when Officer Chapell pulled out the suggestive pictures and set them on the desk in front of his parents, who looked away immediately.

"Eric," Chapell said softly, trying to get the boy to look at him, "When did this start?"

Eric shrugged, avoiding the older man's gaze. He swallowed again and released a sigh, "The eleventh of last month."

He remembered it vividly.

Kitty gasped again and covered her mouth with both hands now, "It's been a month and a half?"

"Did this happen every day, or was it more sporadic?" Chapell asked.

Eric didn't want to say it, but he knew he had to, "She did it six times."

Kitty was crying again, Red looked both angry and saddened by this whole thing. Chapell looked down sadly and cleared his throat before he looked back up at the three.

"I've talked to Oliver," Chapell said, "She's very controlling, and very manipulative. She likes to have power… Just by talking to her, I can tell. She seemed happy with what she's done."

"Did she confess?" Red asked.

Chapell shook his head, "No… She tried claiming that…" He released a sigh, as if he didn't believe the woman himself, "She tried claiming that Eric raped her."

Eric snapped his head up in panic now, "What?!"

"No! My baby would never do anything like that! Is she insane?!" Kitty cried angrily, the tears just streaming down her cheeks.

Chapell shook his head, "She doesn't sell a strong case. She has no evidence, and the way she describes Eric is nothing like how he is here before me… But she has a lawyer now. You're going to need one, too."

"How long will the trial last?" Eric asked.

Chapell shrugged a little, "With this evidence and her factually inaccurate story… Hopefully not long."

"I'll get you a good lawyer," Red suddenly said, but he didn't look over at Eric, he was looking down at his hands in shock and anger, "I'll get you the best damn lawyer I can find, and… And we'll make sure she's put away forever."

Eric's eyes were filled with tears, but he somehow had managed to keep them from spilling down his face. He had surprised himself.

"When does the trial start?" Kitty asked curiously, wiping her eyes and trying to stop herself from crying.

Chapell shrugged his shoulders, unsure, "It couldn't start anytime in the next two weeks to the next three months… I'm trying to get this rolling as fast as I can, but I can only do so much…"

"I just want this to be over," Eric said quietly, his emotions beginning to get the best of him.

Chapell nodded, "I know… I know this is hard for you, and I wish this didn't have to drag on so long, but… That's just the way it is."

Eric wiped his eyes with his hands, keeping his tears back. Kitty was still crying, she was desperately trying to stop, but she wasn't succeeding. Red looked angry and nervous and scared, all of his emotions all bundled into one. Eric's never seen him like this.

Chapell grabbed the pictures off the desk in front of him and put them back in the folder surely before he suddenly stood, "I'll leave you three alone for a moment, if you'd like."

Kitty nodded, but both Red and Eric kept their heads bowed. Chapell went around the desk, straightening his tie, before he went to the exit and left the room, closing the door behind him.

Kitty looked over at Eric, the tears still rolling, but more controlled now, "Eric… Honey…"

Eric flinched when his mother grabbed his hand gently, but he let her keep ahold of it as he looked over at her. She searched his face for the exact emotion he was feeling, and she figured out that it was fear.

"This is going to get all sorted out," Kitty said nervously, giving him a sympathetic look, "Everything will be fine, you'll be fine…"

"I can't believe this," Red said, standing finally, angrily. Both Kitty and Eric looked up at him curiously, "I can't believe you let her—"

"Let her?!" Eric cried, standing suddenly, his mother letting go of his hand. Eric glared at his father, but there was more sadness than anything in his eyes, "I didn't let her do anything! I was scared, she told me she'd tell everybody that I raped her! What was I supposed to do?!"

"Eric, that's not what I meant—" Red tried, immediately regretting his words. He didn't mean to phrase it that way, it was a slip of the tongue. He knew it wasn't his son's fault.

"Then what did you mean?!" Eric cried, the tears burning his eyes now.

"Both of you calm down," Kitty urged, standing herself now and looking between the two, but her eyes eventually landed on Eric, "Eric, sweetie, you know he didn't mean that. He doesn't think it's your fault."

"Then why'd he say it?" Eric asked, his voice breaking, but his gaze was firm.

"It was just a mistake," Kitty said, holding up her hands to calm him down, "Right Red?"

Red nodded, sending his son a saddened gaze, but he kept averting his eyes, "I don't think it's your fault, son. I want more than anything to lock that woman up for the rest of her life."

Eric finally averted his eyes as well, looking down at the ground irritably. Kitty looked between the two nervously, but there was one thing on her mind.

"Six times?" Kitty asked, looking up at Eric sadly, the tears stinging her eyes again.

Eric flinched, but he nodded.

"How could she do such a thing?" Kitty asked herself in disgust, "And feel good about it?"

Eric couldn't stand this any longer. He had to get out of here.

"I-I got to go," Eric suddenly said, starting towards the door, but Kitty grabbed his arm, stopping him.

"Wait," She said, looking up at him in worry.

"Why?" Eric snapped irritably, his eyes holding nothing but fear and sadness, "What do you want me to stay here for? There's nothing else to say. What, do you want me to explain to you every little thing she did to me?"

"No, of course not," Kitty tried.

"I'm going," Eric snapped, looking over at his father.

"Eric, honey, please stay," Kitty tried again, but he shrugged out of her grasp.

"He won't even look at me," Eric spat, pointing to his father angrily before he turned around and walked out the door, slamming it shut behind him.

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"So… What's this all about?" Steven asked Jackie. He had driven Red and Kitty here, curious as to what was going on himself.

They were both sitting outside the closed office where the family were with the police officer. Jackie shook her head, "I think I should let Eric tell you."

"Is it bad?" Steven asked, "Well, I'm assuming it's bad if the police are involved. Did he do something?"

Jackie shook her head, "No, he didn't do anything."

The door to the office suddenly opened and the policeman stepped out, closing the door firmly behind him. Steven stood quickly and walked over to him, "Hey… What's going on?"

"I'm afraid I can't say, sir," The officer said.

"That kid in there, I'm his brother," Steven said, "I want to know what's going on."

"I think you should just stay patient. You'll find out soon enough," The officer said before he turned and went down the hallway.

Steven sighed and stepped back, going to sit back down next to Jackie, "Well… I tried."

Jackie grabbed his hand, "Eric will tell you soon."

Steven nodded and looked down at his feet. Well, since they were waiting… "So, how've you been? Is this place helping at all?"

Jackie thought for a moment, and then she shrugged, "A little. I yelled at my mom one time."

Steven smiled, "Nice."

"Yeah, that felt good," Jackie smiled proudly, "I've just been hanging out with Eric a lot recently. This whole thing has really gotten the best of him."

"I wish I knew what this 'thing' was," Steven said.

Jackie gave him a smile, "Be patient."

Steven and Jackie then fell into a comfortable silence. They sat there for a few minutes, but not very long, because the door to the office opened once again, but with more force this time, and it slammed loudly. Both Steven and Jackie looked up to see what had happened and they saw Eric had just stormed out the room, looking angry, fearful, and sad.

They both stood.

"Forman," Steven said, approaching him with caution, "What's up? What happened?"

"I don't want to talk to anyone right now," Eric snapped, wiping his eyes of the tears that finally escaped his eyes, "Just leave me alone."

Eric then rushed down the hallway. They couldn't let him go off by himself, there's no telling what he would do. Jackie looked up at Steven and patted him on the back, "You go. I'll talk to Red and Kitty."

Steven nodded curtly and went after Eric as Jackie went to the office to check on Eric's parents. Steven went around the corner where Eric had gone, but he didn't see him. He furrowed his brow and looked around curiously. Where had he gone?

Steven walked down the hall a little, looking for the boy. He eventually came across a bathroom. Maybe he went in there. Steven entered the bathroom and looked around. It was empty. Maybe he was in one of the stalls?

Steven stepped into the room a little further, "Forman? Are you in here, man?"

No reply.

Steven started looking under the stall doors for feet, and he didn't see anything until he came the stall at the end of the bathroom.

"Forman?" Steven called.

"Go away…" Eric sniffled.

Steven sighed and tried opening the door, but it was locked, "Unlock the door, Forman."

"No," Eric said bluntly.

Steven was a bit anxious now. The last time Eric locked himself in the bathroom he was trying to kill himself. Steven remembers it like it was yesterday.

"Forman, if you don't unlock this door right now, I am going to have to kick it down," Steven warned, but Eric didn't say anything back, "Alright, I warned you."

Steven stepped back and released a tense breath before he forcefully kicked his foot into the stall door and it flew open. He rushed into the stall a moment later and looked down at the floor where Eric was. With a piece of glass in his hand.

Steven quickly knelt down and snatched the broken shard from his hand, it was covered in blood.

"Where the hell did you get this?!" Steven snapped in anger and worry as he looked for the area on Eric that was bleeding.

"I broke the mirror," Eric said, his speech sort of slurred, like he was in shock, "Didn't you see?"

Steven then realized that Eric's hand was bleeding from where he hit the mirror and he hadn't cut himself. He sighed in relief and put the glass in his coat pocket so Eric didn't pick it back up.

"You can't do stuff like this, man," Steven told him firmly, "I told you to stop doing this."

"I'm sorry…" Eric said quietly, avoiding Steven's eyes.

Steven watched Eric as he started to break down again. Steven sighed. How had his group of friends ended up this way? He didn't ever talk to Fez, he rarely saw Donna, Kelso was busy with Betsy and Brooke. Jackie and Eric were the only ones that he talked to on a regular basis and they were in a mental hospital for attempting suicide.

"Eric," Steven said his first name. He didn't usually use his first name, he always called him by his last. If he ever used his first name, you knew he was being serious, "What happened? Why are the police here? What happened between you and your parents?"

Eric sniffled and kept his eyes on the floor, "I'm tired of talking about this…"

"What is 'this?'" Steven asked, "What happened?"

Eric wiped his eyes and let out a sob, "I was raped…"

"What?" Steven said immediately, but when Eric didn't reply, he grabbed his arms, making him look up at him, "Who did it? Tell me so I can go kick their ass."

Eric shook his head, "She's not here. The police have her."

Steven shook his head, feeling overwhelmed with anger. He looked down at Eric who was sobbing uncontrollably now.

Steven's face fell, "Eric… I'm so sorry this happened to you. I wish we could go back and… And I wish I could've done something to help you before any of this happened… I wish I would've seen it sooner."

Eric ran his hands down his face, trying to wipe away the tears, "It's only going to get worse, now."

"You're going to be okay," Steven said, and Eric suddenly glared at him, but it was hard to see the anger over the sadness.

"Why does everybody keep telling me that?!" Eric snapped, clenching his fists, "How do you know that? How does anyone know that?!"

"Eric—"

"God! Just leave me alone!" Eric cried, wanting so desperately to be alone.

Steven shook his head, "Now, you know I can't do that."

Eric ran his fingers through his hair, pulling at it irritably. He then pulled his knees closer to his chest and wrapped his arms around his legs, burying his face in his arms. He let out a muffled scream of frustration and Steven even felt himself getting a little choked up. He's never seen Eric like this. So broken. This hospital was supposed to help him, but it seems that he's only gotten worse, and knowing what was done to him here, he'd get no better. Not while he was stuck here.

Eric pushed himself off the wall and tried to stand, to rush around Steven, but Steven acted quickly. He grabbed Eric's arm as he tried rushing out of the stall and he pulled back down, but Eric wrestled with him trying to escape.

"Let me go!" Eric yelled at his friend.

"I'm not going to do that," Steven tried keeping his voice calm as Eric kicked him. Steven's back hit the wall behind him, but he never let go of Eric, he used his other hand now to grab at his sweater, pulling him down now.

Eric gave up, he didn't want to fight anymore. Eric let Steven pull him down and he landed on his side. Steven had one arm around his middle as Eric's head rested in the pit of Steven's elbow as he began to sob again.

Steven was a little taken aback by Eric just giving up so easily, but he figured that the boy's had a lot on his plate today and it's probably exhausted him.

"It's okay…" Steven tried to calm him down, as one of Eric's hand's gripped the sleeve of Steven's coat and the other arm went around his back.

Eric couldn't be alone. Not now. Who knows what he'd do to himself if he were alone.

Steven kept his arms wrapped around Eric, and Eric was clinging to him like a lice.

"I can't do this," Eric sobbed, the side of his head rested against Steven's chest, "I can't go to trial."

"Yes, you can," Steven assured him, patting him on the back, "You have to."

Steven finally looked down at him now as Eric spoke again, "I can't tell everybody what she did to me!"

Steven frowned as Eric closed his eyes tight and sobbed again. Steven pulled his baby brother closer, just wanting him to be better. Why did all of this happen to him? Eric was a good guy, he's never done anything wrong. He's innocent. He's innocent and that's precisely why that woman went after him.

"I'm going to be there for you, okay?" Steven told him, "Whenever you need me I'll be there. Just like it's always been."

Eric tightened his arms around Steven, trying to stop the tears, but it wasn't going well.

"We're going to get you out of this hospital," Steven said, looking around the bathroom they were in, "I think it's just making this whole thing worse."

"They won't let me leave," Eric told him honestly, not wanting to leave this spot. He felt safe.

"They will if they're told that this place is making you more depressed than before," Steven said.

Eric sniffled, clawing at his brother's arm. He hated this place. He never wanted to see it again. This was the place of nightmares.

"I can't walk down the hallway anymore," Eric said quietly.

Steven raised a curious eyebrow, "What?"

"The hallway, the one that wraps around to go to the boy's ward… I can't go there anymore. That's where she… She…"

Steven tightened his arms around his brother and rubbed his arm soothingly, "I know… I know…"

Eric let out a choked sob as Steven continued to comfort him. Steven's never been a hugging type of person, but this was different. He couldn't let Eric go through this alone, he had to be there for him, and he would be. So would Jackie, and his parents, and all of their friends. Eric may have felt alone, but he was far from it.

"I need to go apologize to my parents," Eric suddenly said, and Steven looked down at him.

"What'd you say to them?" He asked.

"I just yelled at them," Eric shrugged, "I was angry."

"You yelled at your parents?" Steven asked, an eyebrow raised, "And Red didn't threaten to put a foot up your ass?"

Eric chuckled at that between a sniffle and Steven smiled. Well… There's something.

"Come on, buddy," Steven said, adjusting his position, "Let's get you up."

Eric nodded and pushed himself into a sitting position. Steven stood quickly and reached out his hand for Eric to grab. Eric grabbed ahold of it and let his brother pull him to his feet. After they were both standing and facing each other, Eric noticed the blood of Steven's coat and then he looked down at his bloodied hand.

"Sorry about your coat," Eric said, pointing to his arm.

Steven looked down at the stain and shrugged, "I need a new coat anyway… Come on, you need to wash that off."

Steven led Eric out of the stall and over to the sink, then he stood back and let Eric wash his hands off. He saw him wince a little at the sting of the water hitting his open wounds, but he relaxed a moment later.

Eric turned off the taps and dried his hands off before he turned back to Steven, who was smiling reassuringly.

"Come on, let's go find your parents."