A/N: Hey guys! I AM SO SO SO SO SOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY IT HAS TAKEN ME SO LONG TO UPDATE! My laptop was infected with a horrible virus that basically wiped out my entire system. It took my dad and I several hours at Micro Center's Knowledge Bar to fix it, as well as many dollars spent on Anti-Virus software! But I'm back now and ready to write! I hope you all haven't left me while I was absent! Please consider leaving a review when you have finished reading! Have fun:-)

I DO NOT OWN HOUSE OF ANBUIS. I DID NOT GAIN A VIRUS ON MY PC BY TRYING TO BUY HOUSE OF ANUBIS.

WARNING: THERE IS A LOT OF SWEARING IN THIS CHAPTER. JUST FYI.

(Eddie's P.O.V.)

"Eddie, it's for your own good. Please go! For me?" Patricia whines.

I sigh. My first therapeutic appointment with Dr. Jennings is tonight, and I am not looking forward to it.

"It's just…I barely know the guy, and he's going to want me to tell him all of my secrets and personal problems. I don't feel too comfortable doing that." I explain.

Patricia sighs, and wraps her arms around my neck. "He's not going to make you tell him everything, and you don't have to answer absolutely every question he asks you. But remember, he is a therapist- it's his job to help you and talk to you about your problems."

I nod. "I know that…but I just don't think talking with him will help me out that much. I'm perfectly fine talking to you and Fabian and-"

She cuts me off by pressing her lips to mine. I kiss her back for a moment, but then she pulls away.

She cups my face and stares into my eyes. "Eddie, listen to me. You need help- professional help. I don't mean that in an offensive way, I'm just saying that you need someone with professional experiences to help you cope with your issues. Seeing Dr. Jennings doesn't make you crazy, it just means that you're getting medical help for some problems that you have. That's all."

I nod, as if I agree with what she just said. I want to tell her that going to a shrink does make me crazy, and that I'm too fucked up in the head for anyone to fix me completely; I know that she'll just scold me if I tell her that.

I kiss her one more time, and pull away quickly. "I gotta go. I'll see you in a couple of hours."

She nods. "Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." I smile at her, and exit the house. When I'm outside, I see Dad waiting for me by his car.

"Are you ready?" he questions.

I shrug. "As ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

He nods, and I climb into the car. To be perfectly honest with myself, I'm not ready for this appointment at all.

(Willow's P.O.V.)

"With all due respect, Ms. Miller, this plan just doesn't feel right." I say

She sighs, and places her hands on my shoulders. "Willow, you care about Eddie, right?" she questions.

I nod my head slowly. Eddie is Alfie's best friend, and a friend of my own; how could I not care about him?

"That's what I thought. Willow, if you truly care about him, you will do this for me. You and I both want to serve Eddie justice by bringing Todd down. With this plan, we can do so. Just think about Eddie, okay?" she says

I nod. Patricia comes running down the hall. "He's gone- I watched him and Sweetie leave." She announces.

Ms. Miller nods, and pats my shoulder. "I'm counting on you Willow. I know you can do this." She says.

I sigh, and step towards the door. "Good Luck!" she exclaims.

"Yeah, and don't mess up!" Patricia adds

I look over my shoulder and watch Ms. Miller scold Patricia. I take a deep breath, and exit the house.

I don't like this plan. It's not honest, and it's an invasion of privacy. I don't want to record Todd and his friends talking! What if they're not even talking about Eddie?

"Just bide your time." Ms. Miller had said.

"They'll talk about him eventually. I know they will." Patricia added.

I shrug, and keep walking towards my old house. I texted my former roommate- Amy- and asked her if we could hang out today; she said yes. But Ms. Miller wants me to excuse myself from her after a while, and listen to Todd and his friends talk about Eddie through his bedroom door, and record whatever they say.

I'm nervous. I'm afraid I'll get caught in the act, or that Todd won't be with his friends to talk about Eddie. What if they don't mention him at all? What if Todd isn't even there?

Isis House finally comes into my view. I shrug my shoulders heavily. Here goes nothing, I guess…

(Todd's P.O.V.)

Mason and Nathan pace anxiously around my room. We've figured out it's a distinct possibility that we can be arrested for what we did to Eddie; we don't want that to happen to us.

"Can't your mom say that we were just expressing our feelings, or demonstrating freedom of speech?" Mason asks

I shrug. According to my mom, we will more than likely be tried in court for "physical and mental abuse" against Eddie. Now the three of us have to come up with ways to prove that we are innocents.

"I think that's what she's going with. I mean, we destroyed any evidence of what we did to Eddie online…so the jury can't use that against us."

"Yeah, but Eddie can still tell them what we did to him physically. And KT can explain our relationship…" Nathan murmurs.

"But they can't do much with their words against ours. Look, we know what we did to Eddie. We don't regret anything we did or said to him. But I am not going to be put behind bars because he's too much of a pussy to handle the truth." I say

"Yeah, and he hurt you worse! You should explain that!" Mason exclaims

I nod approvingly, and then we stand in silence. Eddie hurt me, and disrespected me- I don't regret anything we did to him as payback. Honestly, I think we could've done worse to him! When I first learned he attempted suicide, I laughed; he's such a coward! But then when Mr. Sweet accused me of being the reason behind his attempt, and then that idiot friend of his attacked me…I started to feel some remorse. Not much, but a little bit. I won't regret anything as long as I don't go to jail…

"Where are Zeke and Jim?" Mason asks, breaking the silence.

I glare at Nathan. "You didn't tell him?" I hiss

He shakes his head. "I haven't had the time to."

"Tell me what?" Mason questions.

I shrug. "Jim and Zeke actually feel bad about what we did. I told them that they either sided with us or Eddie, and they picked him. They think we were being too harsh and that 'our actions were wrong.'" I say, lightly laughing.

Mason raises his eyebrows. "Really? Hm. Are we going to get back at them?"

Nathan and I nod. "Tell him, Nate." I say

He smirks. "Well…when Jerome finds that diamond for us, we won't give them any of the money we sell it for. Believe me, they'll be devastated!"

Mason grins. "Excellent."

I nod. "So in conclusion to our meeting…we don't feel ANY remorse over what we did to Eddie, we think his attempt of suicide is pathetic, and we don't let the situation arising get to us. My mom will do everything and anything to show how rightfully innocent we are, so we really have nothing to worry about."

"Yeah, and our special…"friend" will help us keep our cover too. As well as his own."

Mason and Nathan smirk deviously. I almost forgot about our, "friend"...

"That sums it all up." Mason mumbles.

"Yeah. I'm hungry, let's go grab a snack!" Nathan exclaims

Mason and I nod excitedly, and hurry out of the room. But as we're rounding the corner of my bedroom door leading to the stairs, I catch a glimpse of curly, dirty-blonde hair sprinting away. The three of us look to each other in confusion.

"Um…who was that?" Mason mutters

"Yeah, no one in this house has dirty-blonde hair…" Nathan whispers.

I shrug. "Meh, someone probably has a friend over. Now c'mon, let's go grab some food!"

(Eddie's P.O.V.)

"Ah, Eddie! I'm so glad you were able to make it today!" Dr. Jennings exclaims as he leads me into his office.

I nod. I want to tell him that my friends and my Dad are making me come here and that I would rather by anywhere else, but I decide to refrain.

We enter his office. It is large: the carpet is grey with black swirls, while the walls are a lighter grey, and there are two large windows with crème colored curtains on opposite ends, revealing the parking lot of the facility. He has many medical certificates hanging on the walls in gold frames, as well as pictures of him and his family. His wooden desk sits in the back corner of the room, and is clattered with various papers. Against the back of the wall is a large, plush, red couch with gold trim. Across is a chair identical to the couch.

He gestures for me to sit on the couch, as he sits in the chair. I sit.

He reaches down, and pulls out a yellow pad of paper and a pen from a side pocket on the chair.

"So, Eddie, how have things been lately?" he asks.

Patricia's words ring through my head; "It's his job to help you and talk to you about your problems."

I fidget anxiously on the couch. I don't want to talk about what I'm going through…it makes me feel too uncomfortable.

I clear my throat. "Uh, fine, I guess."

He nods, and jots something down on his paper. "Well, that's good to hear. Have things improved since you went home from the hospital? How are your relationships with your peers?"

I stare at him. Why does he need to know all of this?

"Um…it's good. My parents are always around, and my friends are there for me…it's just good."

He sets his notepad down in his lap, and folds his hands. "Eddie, this is a safe place. Whatever is said in here stays in here. I want you to be completely honest with me. Okay?"

He saw right through me; he knows I'm lying to him. Shit.

I sigh, and start tapping my foot against the ground for comfort. "Okay…um….in all honesty…things aren't too great."

"Really? How so?"

Panic sinks within me suddenly. My hands are shaky and sweaty, my head is pounding, and my heart is racing- I feel like I'm going to pass out.

I shift uncomfortably on the couch cushion. "Um…I don't like the medication I'm taking because it makes me feel too tired." I start.

Dr. Jennings nods, and scribbles something down on his notepad.

"I just feel like such a mess, I guess. I have so many problems, and I feel like I'm burdening everyone around me by being so…useless."

I don't mean to tell him that, but the words escape my mouth before I can stop them.

"It's understandable to feel like that, Eddie. Depression, Anxiety, and Bipolar disorder are all very complicated disorders to cope with. But everyone around you loves you, and supports you. I'm sure they would be willing to help you in any way that they can." he says

I nod. My fingers dance along my kneecaps, and my foot continues to tap against the ground. He goes on and on about how Depression isn't as dramatic of a condition as people make it out to be because it can be cured easily through therapeutic sessions. He then goes on to tell me that my "antsyness" is part of my Anxiety Disorder, and how he will help me cope with both conditions. I try my best to focus on what he's telling me, but I feel so far out of my comfort zone; all I can do is think about it how excited I am to leave this place.

(Patricia's P.O.V.)

I'm talking to Lucy in the hallway about Eddie's recovery so far, when Willow suddenly runs into the house. She is waving the tape recorder that Lucy gave her around, smiling widely.

"You'll never believe what I got!" she chirps.

Lucy and I hurry over to her, and then she plays what's on the recording.

So far it's all that I would expect Todd to say. He hates Eddie, he doesn't regret anything…ugh, he's such an asshole.

But one line does catch me off guard; "Our…friend will help us keep our cover too."

"Do you have any idea who they're talking about?" Willow questions.

Lucy and I look at each other, and we both shake our heads. "No." we say in unison.

She nods. We listen to the rest of the recording. After it ends, I feel so much hate and anger towards Todd and his group of idiots I could fill up all five sarcophagi in the tank room.

"What does he mean by their "friend" I wonder?" Lucy questions.

Willow shrugs her shoulders. "I have no idea."

"Maybe he, or she, was some kind of assistant? You know, to help them the torment Eddie as much as they could." I suggest, shuddering at the thought.

"Like someone to do all of the dirty work?" Willow asks

Lucy scoffs. "Yeah, as if they weren't doing enough of it already."

The three of us discuss what this secret friend-person could have been doing, and who he or she is. But all I can think is whoever they are, if I find out what exactly they did to Eddie, I will kill them.

(Anonymous P.O.V.)

I feel horrible.

Guilty.

Dreadful.

What I did to him was wrong. I shouldn't have made those fake messages and sent them to him. I shouldn't have made that Lucy Thompson account.

I feel so much remorse.

Todd and the others are so proud of me. I was proud of myself at first, but when Eddie attempted…it shattered me.

I wasn't a star, or a hero as Todd made me out to be: I was a monster.

I am a monster.

The guilt from my actions is eating me alive.

I have to confess. I have to tell the truth.

It isn't going to end well for anybody, but I can't carry this weight on my shoulders any longer.

I have to set myself free.