Author's note: YES! I finally updated! Ok, I don't own them. On with the story. Here we go. R/R!

Sean grabbed J.T. and took him over to where to others were sitting and staring at the two. He then threw J.T. on the ground with the rest of them and sat down after him. "Now spill everything." Sean simply said, making J.T. know that he was totally serious about this.

"I guess you guys know everything because Emma already told you." He said, trying to hold back tears.

"Why don't you just tell us about your dad." Manny said, sadly. J.T. looked at her. He had a crush on Manny since about three years ago. Sooner or later, that crush turned into love that he had trouble containing. Looking at her made him break into tears. Just as he stopped crying, Ashley and Ellie came running down the hall.

"Oh my god J.T. Toby told us what's been happening to you and we are so sorry that you're going through something like this." As Ashley said that Ellie's eyes grew wide showing that she knew Ashley shouldn't have said that. J.T. stood up quickly and began running for the doors before anyone could stop him. As soon as he left those doors both Emma and Manny began to cry, and Toby looked as if he were about to.

J.T. hung down his head. He had nowhere to go. He was afraid to go home. Wait. His dad wouldn't be home from work for a couple of hours. He probably had enough time to get some of his things and start traveling to his mother's house. But that was in New York. As he pondered this escape, a thought crossed his mind: His friends. But friends wouldn't just blurt something like this out. He shrugged off the sadness that he may not see his friends again and broke into a run for his house. As he got in the door, he notices 3 beer cans lying on the floor, broken. He could have sworn he had picked all of them up this morning. That could only mean 1 thing.

"Son, get over here!" a drunk voice came from the kitchen. J.T. picked up the broken bottles and slowly walked into the kitchen to find his dad sitting at the table drinking another beer. Mr. Yorke turned his head to look at his son.

"Dad, I-"

"Don't say anything, you little bastard!" He picked up an empty beer bottle and hurled it at J.T., neither of them realizing they had a terrified audience outside. The beer bottle missed J.T, but he crawled under the counter. Covering his head.

"Mom, do something!" Emma whispered, as her mom picked up her cell phone and began dialing the police....

Oooooh! Ok ill update soon! I promise!