Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I just want to say that Troy cheating on Gabby won't be part of the story. - It doesn't fit. Sorry.
So 18 reviews to the next one please. - It's already planned, just needs to be figured out.
Ly Mitchi

I shook my head and returned my attention to Troy as he opened his eyes again, just as the door opened…

Troy

I opened my eyes as the door opened. I didn't know who else would visit me, since the gang was already gone. Gabby still held my hand and I began squeezing it tight. When I saw who came in I let go of it slightly. The doctor stepped in and I sighed – so nothing bad would happen, but then another man wearing a police uniform stepped in.

My eyes widened as they walked over to me and sat down. I followed the doctor's movements. He looked up and met my gaze. "Well Troy, you knew, I think, that this moment had to come." I shifted uncomfortably but stopped the moment I felt my chest protest against my actions. I closed my eyes for a second.

"This is Officer Retort, he needs to ask you some questions." He looked at the policeman, who nodded and looked at me. "It's urgent that we get your statement. We couldn't keep your dad any longer since his wife got home with her two babies. He has the right to be at home and help her. They're currently under police watch, but we don't know how long the court will allow us to watch them. So, we need you." I bit my lower lip. I didn't want to tell them, but the thought of my dad being free again wasn't helping my decision.

"I don't have to…" I whispered – they couldn't make me.

"Well, since you're not eighteen, this means that you have to give me your statement." Mr. Retort looked at me intently, trying to persuade me to talk about all the things that happened. I looked at my hands, saying nothing. "If you want, we can get your mom, since she's the one responsible for you now." I looked up and slowly nodded – it would give me time.

"But she's at work…"

The officer shook his head. "That's no problem. I'll go and call her."

He stood up and left the room, the doctor following him. I turned my head to the left side and my eyes met Gabby's – she was worried and sad. She bent down to me and asked, "Why won't you tell? If you do, he can't come near you anymore." She whispered and looked deeply in my eyes. I bit my lip and wanted to turn my head away, but she already had taken it with her hand and kept me in position, her eyes piercing me.

"You never know…" I whispered.

She shook her head furiously and took my hand again. "Please, no one knows what happened except for you…" She had a pleading look on her face and some tears glistered on the edge of her eyelids. I sighed and closed my eyes, turning my head away from her again. She didn't let go of my hand and I tightened my grip on it as we waited in uncomfortable silence for the officer and the doctor to return.

15 Minutes Later

The door opened and three people stepped inside, one of them, with the doctor closing the door behind him. The police officer and my mom sat down. Chad stood up, so my mom could sit on my right side. Gabby sighed and took my hand, slowly moving her finger over the skin. I sighed – my mom would get mad if she found out I went back on my own free will just to get my razor. I turned my head and saw her studying the police officer, who was getting a block to write the things I should say.

"So Troy, I'm going to ask you some questions and I want you to answer honestly." He emphasized the word and his eyes were fixed on me. I looked at the wall behind him, once again biting my already sore lower lip. I slowly nodded, but didn't look at anyone in the room.

"So when we found you and got you to hospital, your dad said you came back by free will. Is this true? Or did he come and get you?" I swallowed the huge lump that had formed in my throat and continued nibbling my lower lip. It hurt, but I didn't care. If my mom knew I really went there on my own… I didn't want to imagine what she'd say – she'd definitely get angry.

"Troy?" The officer asked again, and I felt someone squeeze my hand –Gabby. I turned my head and saw her smiling reassuringly at me. I sighed and slowly nodded my head. I turned my head toward my mom looking at me worriedly, but not mad or disappointed.

"It's okay Troy, nothing's going to happen. You didn't do anything wrong."

I looked up. "I didn't?"

He shook his head and I felt a large weight being lifted off my shoulders. "If you had a reason to go there…"

I shifted. "So I have to say why I went back?" I bit my lip again as I felt it getting even sorer.

The officer nodded once again. "That would be one of the purposes of this questioning."

"I – I…" I didn't know what to say.

"Troy, just tell us. Everything will be fine, nothing can happen to you."

My eyes darted to my still heavily bandaged forearm. Should I tell them? They already seemed to notice what I was staring at. "You wanted to get something that belonged to you, something that was at your dad's house?"

I nodded slowly. "The razor," I whispered, barely audible, but everyone understood. The officer wrote something down, but I didn't care what it was. I turned my head to my mom and saw her looking at me. When my eyes met hers she lifted her other hand and brushed some of my hair back. "I'm sorry," I rasped out, looking down again, beginning to bite my lip again.

"It's okay, don't worry," she smiled.

Gabriella

1 Hour Later

The officer asked Troy a thousand questions about what happened before the police found him, but he didn't ask questions about the past two years. For now, it was important to get Jack back in jail. Officer Retort and the doctor left, but a nurse was in Troy's room with Chad, Lucille and I, while Nick was at a friend's house.

I sat in the same position for over an hour and watched as the nurse sanitizied Troy's lower lip. It had already been busted by his dad and Troy had been biting and chewing it all the time during the questioning. It started bleeding again and needed stitches.

I held Troy's hand when another doctor, whom none of us knew, started stitching his lip. He hissed in pain every time the doctor brought the blue synthetic through his lip. After a few minutes and six stitches, the doctor stood up. "Don't bite down on your lips for a few days now, otherwise it'll get worse." Troy slowly nodded and the doctor left again.

Troy settled his head back in the pillow and closed his eyes, sighing. "You've done all you could," Lucille said to him, smiling slightly. Troy just nodded – he seemed tired. His body still needed to recover and he was awake nearly all day. After his breathing evened out, Lucille stood up. "I'm going to ask the doctor something." Chad and I nodded lazily, then he looked at his watch. "It's already late and tomorrow we have to go to school. We should leave soon." I nodded and looked at the sleeping Troy.

"So we have to face everyone tomorrow again, hoping they won't ask about Troy?" I said slowly.

"I don't think he wants the whole school to know." After a few more minutes, Chad and I stood up. I brushed some of Troy's hair back as he lay there. "Bye," Chad and I said.

Lucille

I went outside to talk to Troy's doctor. He told me that he wanted to talk to me. I stepped into his office and sat down opposite of him. "Ms. Bolton, you may have noticed how Troy acted during the whole questioning… I wanted to tell you that some of the other doctors and I need to get a look at his back. Since he's been admitted, we haven't a chance to."

I nodded. "And what do these two things have in common?"

"Well, I could give him another sedative and we could examine his back now. It would be the last time since we can't always keep him drugged, and we'll stop giving him painkillers." He looked at me, expectantly as I hesitated. "Ms. Bolton, nothing will happen. He'll get the sleep he needs, and the doctors and I will get the exams done.

I nodded. "If you say so."

He nodded as well as we stood up and walked back to Troy's room, to see him already asleep.

"I'll get the sedative to make sure he won't wake up." I nodded and sat down beside Troy's bed. Troy started coughing in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. He was shaking badly and began stirring as I brushed some of his hair back, attempting to calm him down again. I stopped as I realized he wouldn't stop. I sat there watching him worriedly, waiting for the doctor to return and explain things. Finally, the doctor returned just as the coughing died down again.

"Yes, that's the other thing I wanted to tell you – his lungs are regaining their proper function after his coma. The coughing should stop completely in a few weeks. It's probably coming from his rib cage, but we won't know for sure until we perform the examination."

I nodded and watched as he took Troy's right arm and slowly pierced him with the syringe, getting the sedative into Troy's body. "So, he won't be able to wake up now," I said. "How long do I have to wait here?"

"About half an hour." I nodded as he started to push the bed Troy was laying in out of the room and closed the door after he exited the room.

Troy's Dream

I sat on the hospital bed fully dressed as the door to my room opened. My dad stepped in, smiling at me. "Come on boy, we have to go, you're mom told me to get you to my house again since you stayed there all those years. She's not used to having you little brat around." I couldn't even react and he pulled me up by my arm.

Suddenly I was at his house, in the room I've learned to fear – where so many painful and horrible things happened. I rested against the wall as the door burst open and two little people entered the room. I recognized them: the twins. They walked toward me, a razor and a belt in their hands, grinning evilly at me as they got closer. I had no way out. I crawled back toward a corner, where I knew they'd get me.

They raised their hands and threw the belt through the air. I closed my eyes and put my arms up to defend myself. I crawled back a bit further and fell down. I didn't know where I was falling – it was all black.

I opened my eyes and found myself on the kitchen floor in my mom's house. I looked around – it seemed safe. Suddenly my mom pulled me up and threw me against the kitchen table. "Since you live here you should do the dishes, I can't do everything for you. Now get the dishes done or there will be consequences!" She glared at me and left.

I walked over to the sink, wondering why my mom was like that. I picked up a pan, and just as I touched it, I let it fall again. It burned me. I tried picking it up again, but I got burned. I couldn't touch a single dish – everything burned my skin. I looked at my hands and saw how red and swollen they already were. Then I heard my mom re-enter the room.

"I told you to do the dishes!" She walked toward me in a rush. "I should've let you stay with him!" She took a pan and pressed it to my hand and I started screaming as the pain increased. Slowly, I felt a tear escape my eye. It turned black again as she continued to press the pan in my hand.

I opened my eyes again, standing on the basketball court outside the house. My brother stood opposite of me with a ball in his hands. "Will you play with me?" he asked, his eyes wide. I nodded and walked past him, to the other side of the court and turned around. My eyes widened as I saw him turn around as well. It wasn't my brother anymore, he had turned into my dad, who was grinning at me viciously.

I gulped as he began appearing numerous times around the court and walking closer, encircling me. "YOU BRAT!" It replayed in my head as they stepped closer. I took one step back, ready to hit the basket, but once again I fell myself fall. This time was no black. I hit my head on the ground, opened my eyes again and found myself in a black room.

I looked around. On the right side were my mom, my brother, Gabby and all my other friends standing, looking at me sadly as if I wasn't with them anymore. My eyes darted to the left side as well – faded and far away were my dad and Sarah. I gulped and looked down as my eyes caught the numerous razor blades lying on the ground. I raised my hand, slowly picking one up.

Then I saw how my mom and the gang faded away and my dad and Sarah became a sharper image and moved closer. My breath hitched in my throat and I didn't know what to do. It meant life with my friends and my mom, or dead with my dad and Sarah.

I closed my eyes and threw the razor away. I opened my eyes just to see that my beloved friends and family were fading away even more, their eyes staring into space. "NO!" I shouted, but no sound escaped my lips as Jack and Sarah moved closer. They each grabbed one of my arms and pulled me up while dragging me away. "NO!" I kept on struggling but I already felt that I had chosen the wrong side…

I turned around and looked up, fear visible in my eyes…

The exam was finished. Troy hadn't woken up at all, which was good for the doctors. However, it forced him to stay with his nightmares – the sedative prevented him from waking up and escaping the mind that played tricks on him.

Lucielle

I watched as the doctor pushed Troy's bed back into the room. He nodded at me. "His ribs are sprained. Three are broken and are slightly pressing against his lungs. It's not dangerous, he will just cough from time to time." Just as he finished his little speech Troy started coughing again. I looked at him worriedly. "Just wait until it dies down, it's not bad. Tomorrow we should try to get him eating again, since he's been on an infusion for over a week now." I nodded as he left. Before he exited the room, however, he turned around once more. "Ms. Bolton?"

I looked up. "Yes?"

"Well, after Troy's regained his strength and, finally, his weight again, the police will have to ask him questions about the last two years when he wasn't with you. So they have enough evidence to get both his dad and stepmom punished the way they deserve it."

I looked at my son. He wouldn't be happy about this, but he needed to be. I nodded and heard the door close again. I brushed his hair back as his coughing died down.

Dum dum dum...well talking again won't make Troy happy, will it?
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Ly Mitchi