The two adolecests sat in silence as Jason manouvered the car around the streets of Springwood, pulling up in the drive way of his house.

Sean opened the car door and put a foot outside.

"Thanks, Jason."

Jason looked up from the steering wheel, a frown of confusion on his face.

"Thanks for what?"

"Driving, I guess, I don't know. I'll see you around, eh?"

Jason nodded and grabbed the keys from the ignition before stepping out of the car and locking it. He watched as Sean disappeared into his own house, before letting out a sigh of frustration and kicking the kerb. If this wasn't happened to himself personally, he wouldn't have believed it possible. Who ever heard of people being murdered in their dreams? Another sigh and he entered his own house, bracing himself for the inevitable yelling that would commence.

Sean's mother was frantic. School had finished four hours ago and Sean hadn't even text to say he was out, this behaviour was unusual for her son. She gasped and jumped up as the front door clicked shut.

"Sean! Where the hell were you?"

Sean looked up from the ground with dull eyes.

"I...I was visiting a friend."

"Why didn't you call?"

"In hospital. My phone was off."

His mother visably backed down.

"Oh. Are they okay?"

"They died. I'm going to bed." Without waiting for his mothers response, Sean ascended the stairs and closed his bedroom door behind him. He was tired. Extremely tired. The day had been physically and mentally draining and all he wanted to do know was close his eyes and drift into slumber. However, he knew he couldn't. If he fell asleep, there was a good chance he'd run into that Freddy Krueger guy again. And that wasn't a risk he was willing to take, especially seeing how Jacobs encounter had turned out. He sighed and turned on his iPod as loud as possible, this was going to be a long night.

Jason lay in bed, a new bruise forming under his right eye. He'd taken his beating in silence, with no struggle. He learned that pissed Steve off this most. Retaliation was exactly what he craved and Jason wouldn't give him the satisfaction of letting him know he was hurt. Pain had become a numbness to him. He looked at his arms, tracing the now faint scars that adorned them. Between self-harming and beatings, pain and himself were well aquinted. He was begining to reminescne once more, when he stopped himself and answered the text that had just come through on his phone. Thankfully, it had distracted him, memory lane was not a road he liked to travel down. The text was from Sean, reminding him not to fall asleep. He grumbled and threw his phone onto the bedside cabinet, before thinking twice and picking it up once again to reply, he couldn't take his frustrations out on Sean, none of this was his fault. He froze as heavy footsteps trudged up the stairs. Another beating wasn't something he wasn't sure he could handle. The door creaked open, thankfully it was only Chris. He glared at Jason, smirking slightly at the mark on his face, before getting into bed.

"Hows your face?" he asked sarcastically.

Jason grunted a reply and got up from his bed.

"Where you going?" Chris sneered.

"Out." Jason replied, without making eye contact.

"Out where?"

"Somewhere where I won't have to be near you." Jason left the room without another glance and slammed out the front door, he stormed down the street before sitting on a garden wall and putting his head in his hands. He had no idea where he was going to go, all he knew was he wasn't going back home. The chiming of his phone made him look up. The caller I.D flashed Sean's number. He accepted the call and raised the phone to his ear.

"Uh, Hello?"

"Jason, I was just making sure that you hadn't fallen asleep. You didn't reply to my text so ..." Sean trailed off.

"I didn't fall asleep, I had some..issues I had to deal with."

"Oh."

Jason sighed, shivering as a cold wind blew. He pulled his hooded zip-up closer around him.

"Yeah, no worries, man."

Sean nodded before remembering Jason couldn't see him.

"Cool, cool. So, what are you going to do to keep yourself awake? 'Cause I have no clue. It's going to be a long night."

"I'm pretty sure the cold will keep me awake, so I have no problem there."

"The cold? Do you have a window open?"

"Nah, I'm out."

"Why in the world are you out at this time?" Sean asked bewildered.

"I told you, I had some issues in the house, so I walked out."

"Well, where the hell are you going to go?"

"I don't know." Jason replied with a shrug.

Sean bit his bottom in lip, before telling Jason to give him a second and ran down stairs.

Jason raised an eyebrow, and waited for Sean to return, listening to the backround noises of Sean's home. A rustling came from down the line as Sean picked the phone back up.

"Hey, sorry. Jason, why don't you come round to mine, if you've got no where else to go? My mother doesn't have a problem with it."

Jason contemplated Sean's offer before accepting. They bade each other goodbye and Jason got up from the garden wall, the tops of his legs name from the cold seeping through his jeans. He pocketed his phones and rubbed his hands together as he made his way to Sean's.

Sean sat nervously waiting for Jaosn to arrive. He haetd the feelings he got, even from the slightest thought of Jason. It wasn't normal for him, especially since he hadn't even known Jason that long. He felt like a stalker of some kind, although he knew that was a ridiculous thought, it didn't stop him thinking it. He jumped to his feet as the doorbell rang, and rushed down stairs, throwing the door open.

"You took your time." Sean smirked, leaning against the doorframe, hoping he sounded cool, calm and collected and not as nervous as he felt.

"Yeah, yeah." Jason muttered, looking down. Sean moved to the side and allowed Jason to move into the warmth.

"I'd take your hood down if I was you, man, my mam'll have a shit -fit. She's very keen on good manners."

Jason hesitated, before dropping his hood, now revealing the mark, which was becoming more and more prominent on his skin.

"Jaysus, Jason! How the hell did you that?" Sean asked, motioning towards the bruise on his friends face.

Jason muttered something inaudiable.

"Sorry, what?"

Another mutter.

"Jason, speak up."

"I said, my gurdian did it. You happy now? 'Sake!"

Sean stood stunned. He'd have never thought Jason as a victim. He always seemed to be a fighter.

"I, uh, I-"

"Forget about it, it's nothing."

Sean nodded, deciding to drop the subject for now and showed Jason upstairs to his room after calling to his mother. At least now he had some company to help him through the night.