A/N- Huge trigger warning. This chapter basically starts off with an attempted sexual assault, so proceed at your own risk.
I'm hoping to get a few happier chapters after this dramatic one.
Thanks guys!

Everett's POV

I knew that I was making Micah worry. I just didn't know how to tell him everything. I wanted to trust him. I really did. I liked him. A lot. 'Like' and 'trust' are two very different things though.

At that moment, however, I was more concerned with entering the home undetected. I hadn't had as many problems with Jason since the night Ren had stood up to him. I think he was more angry with Ren for getting involved. I could hear them fighting sometimes at night.

I took off my sneakers and headed up the fire escape as quietly as humanly possible. My stomach started to churn as if it was warning me. I continued up though. I just wanted to go to sleep.

The house was awfully quiet... Maybe Jason raged himself to sleep? I hoped so.

I reached the window and carefully looked in. The room was dark. I cracked the window and began to climb in.

All of a sudden the light was flicked on.

My head turned toward the door. Jason stood against it smirking. This was bad. I immediately tried to climb back out the window.

He caught my leg before I could get fully out. "Oh no you don't. Not this time." He laughed a sinister laugh. "Don't you want to stay and have some fun Evy?" He pulled me the rest of the way into the bland dormitory style bedroom.

My mind went to shut down, like it always does. NO! I can't let that happen this time! I need to fight back! I thought to myself.

I clawed at his hand that now had my left arm held captive. "Let me go asshole! What's your problem?" I could feel the tears coming, but I refused to let them slip out.

He came up with his other hand in a lightning fast motion and slapped me hard across the face. It stung. Bad. I fell back a few steps while he still had ahold of my arm.

"Let's forget you said that for a moment shall we? Why have you been coming home so late? This place does have some rules you know?"

"I- I- I've been working late..."

"Bullshit!" He said with a smug smile. "I know that's a lie."

"I won't break curfew again. I'll even find another place to live. Just let me go!" I went to kick him but he avoided it and used the momentum to throw me back onto my bed.

"I know a way you can repay me." He said, climbing on top of me while pinning both my arms to the bed. I tried to fight back but it was of no use. This fucker was AT LEAST 60 pounds heavier than me and had me pinned down good.

In the back of my mind I thought I heard banging on the window, but my fear wasn't letting me process anything other than the position I was in at that moment.

The banging continued and got louder. I looked toward the sound and thought I saw something, but before I could make sense of what it was, Jason grabbed my face and suddenly his lips were on mine. A tongue that tasted like alcohol was being shoved into my mouth forcefully. This can't be happening! Not again!! Flashbacks of my father's face as he took advantage of me time and time again, surged into my mind like a strong wave. I could no longer stop the tears.

His hand was trying to pull my pants down now and I believe he was trying to undo his own when I heard a big crash.

Within a few seconds, Jason was no longer on top of me and I could hear him strongly cursing at someone. Someone else picked me up with gentle arms and carried me toward the door. I was in a state of shock and only vaguely knew what was going on. My body was still in panic mode and I could barely breathe.

I thought I heard the person carrying me say "Shhh, it'll be alright. Just breathe." However, my body could no longer fight the darkness that had been threatening, so I gave into it.
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Micah's POV

I followed him up to a dirty grey colored house that basically just gave off the vibe of unhappiness. Not the place that I would imagine this precious person living. The siding looked like it should have been redone... about 10 years ago. There was an old fashioned fire escape on the side of the building.

I watched as Everett climbed cautiously and quietly and peered into the window. The whole situation just looked and felt so... wrong.

Suddenly, the light flicked on before he was even in the window. "Oh shit...." I cursed under my breath while quickly putting the car into park.

As I got out of my car, I was approached by the kid who I took on as a new patient a bit ago.

I finally put two and two together. This was indeed the same Ren. Great. That explains quite a bit.

"What are you doing here, Mr. King?" He sounded out of breath.

"I just gave a... friend of mine a ride home, but things don't seem right at all."

Renry  immediately looked toward the window at the top of the fire escape. Seeing the light on, his face lost all color. "Fuck!" He started running toward the building. He looked back at me while still running and said "I'm going in the front with my key, you see if you can get to him faster by using the fire escape."

I didn't have to be told twice.

My feet carried me instinctively. Up the fire escape and to the window. What I saw when I looked in, left me crushed. A male who was much bulkier than Everett was pinning him to a thin mattress. Dread filled my heart and mind as I desperately tried to open the damn window just to find that the assailant had locked it after Everett had entered. This can't be happening.
Everett's beautiful face flashed through my mind. No one had the right to touch him. To harm him. No one.

I found myself bashing at the window like a mad man. Kicking hitting. Anything to get inside. I hoped with all my heart that Renry would make it up there quickly.

I finally cracked the window with one of my kicks. Next thing I knew I was able to bash through the old glass window. My arm stung and I felt some warm blood run down my arm, but I had gotten in at the exact same time that Renry was able to kick in the locked bedroom door.

In just a couple of seconds, Renry had pulled the asshole off of Everett. My Everett was inconsolable. Just a mess of tears. I picked him up and held him in my arms as he hyperventilated.

Renry was still struggling with the guy who was still yelling and cursing. Ren looked like he wanted nothing more than to kill him. I think back to our one and only session. This has to be the one he mentioned. His link. I feel so much sympathy for him in that moment.

I carried Everett past the scene and toward the door. I heard sirens outside and they sounded like they were getting closer. I looked at the boy in my arms. His hair was covering his face, but he was still whimpering and simultaneously breaking my fucking heart into pieces.

"Shhh, it'll be alright. Just breathe." I whispered to him. He went limp in my arms not even a minute later.

I kept walking until I was at the front door. The police were just getting out of their cars.

I assumed either Renry had called on his way to the upstairs bedroom, or a neighbor had heard all the commotion, either way I was beyond thankful.

And that was it. The moment I decided I was going to take this man in. He was not going to be stepping foot back into that house if I had anything to say about it.

The cops looked at his unconscious body and my bloody arm and immediately called for an ambulance.

What happened next was kind of a blur. I just remember not being willing to let go of him at first. I finally had to but continued to hold onto his hand with my good side as they bandaged my bad side.

I looked at the frail body of the boy in that ambulance and wondered how I got myself into this.

How could I care for someone this much without even previously realizing just how in deep I really was? Damn, this man is taking my heart and I'm.... Ok with it?