Chapter 15 is up! I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I will sadly never own That '70s Show.

This chapter is based off a lyric from the song "Ordinary People" by John Legend

Thanks to my Beta Reader, Lavedovanera!

Kitty looked up to see a distraught Jackie standing in the doorway, crying as much as she and her son were. She wiped her tears and started to get up out of her seat. Should she leave them alone? Should she stay in case...something happened?

She suddenly felt disgusted of herself. He would never do that, especially after what happened.

Of course, she also never imagined Eric doing what he did to Jackie before it happened.

She decided to leave them alone, while she contemplated what to do. She was very confused at this point. Should she call the police? Should she be the one that sends her own child to jail? Hell, at this point, she didn't know whether to tell Red that it was Jackie that was raped.

Jackie snapped out of her sobbing and looked at Kitty. She couldn't just leave Jackie like this.

"No...No, don't leave, Kitty. I'm just going outside." She didn't want to be left alone with Eric. She didn't want terrible memories to start coming back.

Meanwhile, Eric closed his eyes as he saw the fear in Jackie's eyes. He wanted to take everything back. Everything. He wanted to take back all the times he had called Jackie a bitch, or made fun of how she treated Kelso, or even talked bad about her behind her back. Hell, he even wanted to take back the time he volunteered Jackie to give away her ticket when the gang went to the Ted Nugent concert so long ago.

However, he wanted to take back January 10, 1980 the most.

He rested his head in his hands, not caring if Jackie could see how much of a mess he was. He sniffed, wondering why he even came back to Point Place.

Kitty continued walking. As she brushed past Jackie, she muttered in her ear "You don't have to talk to him if you don't want to, honey. But I need to clear my head. Please." She gave a sad smile at the younger girl and went through the swinging door.

Jackie sighed. She did not, would not, talk to Eric. She couldn't take it. She stole a look at Eric laying his head in his hands. It reminded her of when he was wailing pathetically after he raped Jackie.

He was just as vulnerable as she was.

Jackie remembered the conversation she had with her boyfriend that one day. That talk about happiness. And Jackie being Jackie, she hated him as she finally realized he was right.

"One day, you're gonna look back. You're gonna look back and think 'Wow, I was so happy back then'. But you weren't. Because you wanted more."

People did always want more, didn't they? They worried about the littlest things, not even caring that there were other people dying to be in their shoes.

Jackie wished she had listened to Steven.

Forcing herself to face her problems, not to mention her fears, she walked over and sat at the table and took a deep breath.

She was going to be happy. Even if it meant talking to the man that took that very emotion away from her.

"Get your head up."

Eric looked up at Jackie with sad eyes. He looked at her and immediately felt like he was going to vomit. He messed up the poor girl. He ruined her life and many others as well.

"Please." Eric gave her a look that showed all his pain inside him, all his guilt. His one word signified that he didn't have the audacity to look at this girl, let alone talk to her.

Jackie squinted at the scrawny boy. Really? He was telling her what to do? He would not try shut her up."Please what? I'm telling you to be a man and look at me." Jackie paused. "You owe me at least that."

Eric cringed internally. He wondered if Jackie knew how much she was actually owed.

Jackie held her breath. She was not as brave as she was trying to be.

Eric wiped his face roughly and looked Jackie dead in the eye. He paused, staring into her eyes. "I'm sorry. That's all that I can really say right now." Eric stood up and walked towards the swinging door.

He stopped as he heard Jackie's feminine voice ringing in his ears. "Really, Eric? I came here facing my fears. You should face yours too."

Eric sighed. He felt his eyes sting with angry tears. She was so right. He remembered how he promised to do what ever this girl wanted him to do. As he walked towards the table again, he thought about the word Jackie had used. 'Fears.' He wondered if she was scared of him.

Blinking his tears away, he sat down.

Jackie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She longed for 1979. She longed to not being forced to have these conversations. She longed for so many things.

"I need to know something."

Eric looked up. He was surprised she hadn't screamed at him or sobbed profanities at him yet. That's what he would expect from any girl if he had done something like that to them.

Jackie took a deep breath.

"Why?" Jackie inquired.

His heart began to beat faster. He didn't know why! Did she really expect him to release all of his inner thoughts and motives? He was drunk that night.

"I mean, why did you come here?" Jackie itched her chin nervously.

Eric gave a sigh of relief. She wasn't asking why he had done what he had last year.

He thought over the question, it was a pretty good one. He tried to go to the depths of his brain and look for a reasonable answer. He decided to tell the truth.

"Like you said," Eric bit his lip. "I need to face my fears."

Jackie scoffed and turned her face away from the brown-haired man. "It's so bad here. You should've stayed where ever you came from." Jackie squeezed her eyes shut. She didn't care that Eric could see what he did to her. "Steven and I are gone. The love is gone. And me and Donna- oh god." She put her head down as tears began to roll down her delicate face. She didn't care that she was venting to Eric.

Eric winced as he realized he had done this to the brunette.

Jackie took a trembling breath, trying to regain her composure. She looked up. "Donna doesn't even care. She didn't from the beginning. She just..." Jackie took another unsteady breath. "She just stood there." Jackie collapsed in her hands, letting her tears flow. "She never told anyone."

Eric sat looking shocked at the petite brunette. "Jackie… Jackie I-" He put his hands in front of him and looked down at them. "She didn't know. She thought...she thought we were having sex."

Jackie looked up, shocked, as the news hit her. "What? She…She never told me that." She wiped her eyes while keeping them on the man in front of her. Why didn't Donna tell her? After all the arguments, all the pain, the tension between them, why hadn't she defended herself?

Eric looked at Jackie. "Well then," Eric looked away from Jackie, keeping his eyes on the shelf to his left. "Why didn't you tell? Why...why hasn't Donna told yet?"

Jackie stared at Eric for a few seconds. She stared until he could feel her gaze on him. The few seconds felt like hours.

"Because I promised you I wouldn't. And I forced her not to."

Donna walked out of her house, gently shutting the door behind her. 'Well, it's been a long time since I've seen the sun." She chuckled slightly as she stuffed her hands in her coat pockets and kicked the snow that covered her driveway.

She sighed; allowing herself to take in the warmth of the sun, despite the fact it was the dead of winter. She had to admit, it was beautiful out there and she wished she hadn't been shutting herself in her room for so long. She walked without a destination, wondering if she should go to the basement and risk seeing Jackie again.

It was crazy. A year and a half ago she would have never, ever imagined a point in her life where something caused her to worry about bumping into Jackie. Before the rape, there was no worrying that she would have an awkward or bitter moment and was forced to attempt to avoid her best friend.

But things change, don't they?

Donna laughed bitterly as she walked towards her porch. She'd wait for a while in case she saw Jackie and Hyde leave for their apartment.

Parked behind the Vista Cruiser and the El Camino, there was another car in the Forman's' driveway. It brought a sense of longing as she realized it looked exactly like the car Eric had bought for himself after he graduated.

A 1963 Ford Galixie, in a light powder blue.

She smacked herself internally as she found herself wishing it was actually Eric.

She licked her lips and hugged herself, trying to keep the cold away. She missed Eric. She thought about him all day, every day. The littlest things like imagining him saying "The toast has launched, Leia!" every time her toaster popped her bread up. The bigger things were worse, like seeing his pictures in the Forman's' house that brought so many nostalgic memories.

She hated herself for missing him that much.

Hyde punched Fez in the arm. "If you ever try to throw your girly little "bouncy ball" in that 'area' again, I'm going to shove your head up your ass." Fez shuffled away, keeping his head down as went towards his seat.

"Where is Eric?" Fez inquired.

"Beats me, I heard Red telling Forman that he screwed himself over, but that's all" Hyde grinned. "I hope he already broke something."

Kelso burst through the door. "WHERE IS HE?"

Hyde uncrossed his leg, scowling at his dumb friend for breaking the silence. "Kelso, do me a favor and drink some of Mrs. Forman's detergent behind me. Then I'll tell you."

Kelso flashed his huge, goofy grin. "Aw, man I'm not falling for that one again!" He wiped the small bit of drool with his sleeve and jumped on the couch. Looking between his friends, he asked again. "Seriously, where is he? I just thought of something, maybe if I tell him I'm moving back to Point Place, he'll want to move too!"

Hyde rolled his eyes. "Don't make the poor kid move even farther away."

Kelso squirmed in his seat, attempting to get comfy. "Gilligan's Island again? We've seen this episode twice." Kelso rolled his eyes. "Nothing ever changes around here!"

"Sorry Kelso, not everyone has a life of nailing every girl in Point Place." Fez rolled his eyes sarcastically, before his demeanor changed to excited, "Although I myself would enjoy that." Fez stood up. "I'm going to find Eric. Unlike you Hyde, I think Eric will like Kelso's news. So good day."

Jackie gripped the phone tightly as she waited on hold. 'How long does it take to get a hold of the freaking guy?'

She absentmindedly twirled a curl with her pointer finger and forcefully blew air out of her mouth impatiently. "Come on!" Jackie rolled her eyes.

"Ms. Burkhart?"

Jackie straightened and held the phone more upright. "Yes, yes. Um, Dr. Berry, correct?"

"Yes, this is him."

"Hi, like I told your nurse, I have a few, um questions, and I would like to schedule an appointment." Jackie held her breath.

"Yes. She was very vague. Could you explain to me what's going on again?"

Jackie rolled her eyes. She didn't want to explain it again.

"There's a pain. Down...there."

"Excuse me?"

Jackie had lost her patience. "It feels like I have a freakin' knife in my vagina!"

She waited. There was silence on the other end.

Jackie sighed. "Listen, I'm sorry. I-I just have had a really bad day."

She heard the doctor clear his throat. "It's fine. How long have you had it?"

"For about a year." Jackie took a deep breath. "You see, Doctor I..." She had to let it out.

She closed her eyes. Jackie never would have thought she would have to have this conversation. She had never thought she would have to deal with a pain in her most private area.

She never thought she would ever feel so scared.

She took another deep breath. She had to do it. Had to.

"I was raped a year ago."

She laid her head in her hands. There. All better, right?

No.

Meanwhile, a foreigner stood in the basement doorway in shock, with eyes bulging out, as orange popsicle juice ran down his trembling hand.