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While in the car I can't focus on anything else besides keeping my eyes to the window as the town passes us. It took a lot for me not to freak out about getting in the car when we got to it. I mean, considering I had been stuffed into a trunk, tied in the backseat, and threatened to be killed along with Spencer in the last one I was in it's amazing that I could get in at all.

When we get home Uncle Byron half carries me up the stairs and I head to the bathroom to take a shower. I know I need to just get in bed and relax but I also need to feel clean. At the moment I feel like I have Mona still touching me, or tape wrapped around my body. Plus I figure that the warm water would calm me down a bit.

Keeping myself standing is one of the hardest parts. Even getting undressed and dressed again is a bit of a pain. But when I open that door when I'm done and see my room across the hall from the bathroom it freaks me out. It's like a movie that when you look at something the whole image grows farther and farther away. However, I take slow and small steps from one side to the other, kind of slamming into the frame of the door when I get too weak to keep standing.

Aria jumps out of her skin from the loud THUD of my body hitting the doorframe and looks over from her bed. "Are you alright?" She has the phone to her ear, she's probably talk to one of the girls or Fitz.

I nod. "Yea, well, no. Can you help me get to my bed?"

She half smiles, "I gotta go, Han. I'll see you tomorrow." She walks over and wraps an arm around my back as I put my arm around her shoulders and slowly get to my bed.

"Thanks." I say as I sit on my bed.

I grab the bag that Uncle Byron brought me at the hospital and get out my dirty clothes. I stare at them for a few seconds, my heart racing as I look at the white Paramore longsleeve covered in blood, and the blue jeans with blood spots and the rip on the knee. Then I turn and chuck them over into the garbage can on the other side of the room in frustration. It hurt my ribs doing that but I don't care.

I take a few deep breaths as I try to stay calm, not wanting the memories to hit me again. Then I turn to Aria and say. "Still got it." with a slight smile, as I got it in with no problem.

She smiles a bit and sits next to me. "Dad said when you got out that he was going to make you some soup. You need to get something in your stomach before you take your sleeping medicine."

I start to look around the room, my mind actually not being able to process that I'm not dead and here right now. "That sounds good."

She nods. "I'll go let him know then." She gets up and walks out of the room.

I decide to unmake my bed and get under the covers. I take out my headphones and iPod from my backpack next to the bed and put them over my ears. I set it on shuffle and the first song that comes on is Fall Out Boy's Sugar We're Going Down, and it drowns out everything for a short while as I stare up at the ceiling.

What feels like seconds later the bed moves and I lower my eyes away from the ceiling, I hadn't even noticed I blanked out. Aria is sitting on the edge of my bed with a plate of soup and sets a bottle of water on my nightstand with my sleeping pill.

"Here." She says and hands me the plate. "It's a little hot."

"Thanks, Ria."

She smiles and watches me eat for a bit. I can see the wheels turning in her head. I know she's trying to figure out how to either ask me to tell her what happened, or to just think of a conversation. So instead I start the convo.

"Spence told me about Maya."

She seems surprised but nods. "Yea, it was hard to watch Em break down like that."

"I couldn't even imagine hearing news like that."

"Me either."

It gets quiet for a few minutes as I eat my soup. Now my wheels are turning, because I rather keep away from the subject of Mona and being taken.

"You okay?" I ask. "I didn't get to talk to you about everything."

She gives me a look like she can't believe that I'm avoiding talking about whatever I went through, but she humors me. "I'm okay. It was crazy to find out that it was Mona..."

I flinch when she says her name.

"Who tortured us." The concern in her eyes grows when she sees that.

I can tell she wants me to say something but I avoid it. "I know." I say as I nod and try to ignore the fact that my voice cracked. "It was shocking when I found out too."

It gets awkwardly quiet again, but this time I'm done eating and neither of us knows what to say. So in the end she just grabs my plate to bring it back downstairs, giving me time to get back under the covers and put away my headphones.

"Did you take your medicine?" I hear her say when she walks back in. "Jessie?"

I hadn't taken the pill but I'm pretending that I fell asleep already without them. I mean technically I need it if I can't sleep but I figure since I'm exhausted enough that I'd fall asleep on my own. Plus I had a good reason not to take it. Mona drugged me to force me to sleep and I wasn't waking up until the drug wore off. Even then I couldn't always keep myself awake. The thought of putting another drug into my system and then not being able to wake up if I want to scares me.

I hear her walk over to my bed and she covers me up better with my blanket. Then I hear her walk away and her bed squeaks as she hops into it.

I wish I could say I went to sleep and stayed asleep, but I didn't. I had an odd nightmare that mixed the accident and being taken by Mona. One minute I'm flipping around in my dad's car and then the next Mona is sitting in the driver's seat when it stops. She's staring at me with those eyes like she wants to kill me. A tarantula is visible in her hands as she stretchers her arm out to put it on me.

I sit up in a sweat, my breathing picking up and the feeling of a spider on me. But what really freaks me out is when I see nothing but the pure darkness. "No!" I yell in fear, remembering me sitting tied in a dark bathroom.

I hear some noise come from somewhere across the room to my left and I move to my right, hitting my arm against a wall. I lean my back up against the wall feeling trapped and start to hyperventilate.

Mona's playing with me isn't she? I think. She let me out of the tape just so she can continue to play her game and do something more horrible.

I pull my legs up to my chest and hold them with my arms. I see a lamp turn on from across the room next to a bed and Aria's face comes into view. She leaps off her bed and runs over to me, jumping onto mine.

"What's wrong?"

I try to talk but I can't. I'm having a panic attack and can't breathe.

"Relax." She says and reaches out to touch me.

I shake my head and jump, backing up into the wall so hard that my ribs are in pain.

"You're okay." She puts her hands gently on my knees. "Just breathe."

I take a few deep breaths and start to look around. "It…it was too dark."

"We always sleep in the dark." She says with a concerned voice.

I shake my head. "It's too dark!"

"Okay." Her eyes sadden, "Calm down." She gets off of the bed and goes to the closet.

I hear the door open, "What happened?" Mike's voice comes.

"She's having a hard time sleeping." Aria says from the closet. "I got it."

If he's looking at me I can't tell you. I'm too busy keeping my eyes on the lamp by Aria's bed.

"Are you sure?" Now it's Aunt Ella.

"Positive."

"Okay." Uncle Byron says.

"Goodnight." They all say and I hear the door click behind them.

When she comes back she has the old travel nightlight we used to use as kids that has a switch on the side to dim it how we want. It can be as bright as a flashlight or as low as barely seeing it. She turns it on and then hands it to me. It's the size of my hand, circled and flat so it can fit anywhere.

"How do you want it set?" She turns her lamp off so we can check.

I look at it and turn it to the side so I can dim it. When it seems to be right she takes it back from me and puts it on my nightstand.

"Okay?" She asks, still standing by my nightstand.

I nod and take a deep breath.

"Alright. Now…"

"Ria."

She looks at me in concern.

"Can you lay with me?"

"What?" she sounds shocked.

"Can…can you lay with me." Tears are sliding down my face now. "And ch-check for spiders?"

"Uh…" she nods. "Yea. Yea of course." She looks under my bed, the way my dad and her dad used to when we were kids when were afraid of everything. "No spiders." She says. Then she goes over to her bed to grab her favorite stuffed animal that her dad gave her as a kid and hops into bed with me.

I take the wall because I don't want to face it. I want to be able to see the light, but I also want to make sure that Aria is still there so she takes the edge of the bed. She's facing her bed but turns to look at me a few minutes later. I see the concern in her eyes as I shake in place so she turns all the way around now and lies on her side. I'm not looking at her anymore though as I start to stare at the light. I'm not for how long but she eventually grabs my hand from under the blankets and it brings me back. I look at her and she slightly smiles at me. I squeeze her hand, trying not to think so much.

"Tell me why you had me look for spiders." She says slowly. "Why are you all of a sudden afraid of the dark and don't want to sleep by yourself? You haven't been like this since you were like ten."

I start to shake as my mind races through the memories of Mona putting that spider on me and when I woke up to darkness when she locked me in the bathroom. Just everything in general has me afraid to close my eyes or be by myself. I feel safer with her next to me.

"Jessie." She squeezes my hand to get me to come back from my daze, "Talk to me."

"I'm scared, Ria." I whisper and feel tears coming down my face.

"What did she do to you when you woke up from the drug, Jessie? You have to tell me so I can help."

"You…saw what she did." I say in between sobs.

She shakes her head. "There's more to it. I know she took you and I saw how she bound and gagged you, but I know she did more than just that." She watches me, as if waiting for me to answer her. But I don't so she keeps going, "Yea anyone would be afraid after being like that for hours but you are so traumatized, Jessie. The same way someone from the military would come back after seeing horrible things in the field. That type of reaction shouldn't be coming out of you if you were only tied up for some hours and then got rescued. Scared, yea that's understandable. But terrified to the point where every little thing scares the hell out of you? What did she do to get you this bad?"

My eyes dart around the room and tears slide down my face more. "I want to forget."

"Look." I stare back at her as she continues. "If you don't tell me now you'll have to tell us as a group tomorrow."

"I want to forget."

"Jessie."

"I want to forget." I turn around to make her stop.

My body is shaking so bad that she has to wrap her arms around me for comfort. It scares me for a second, but then I feel her chin on my head. "It's okay. You're okay. I'm sorry."

I eventually fall asleep with her arms around me.