*Toby's POV*

        Seth was waiting in the hallway right outside my door as Tom and I walked back. I wiped away tears and avoided looking him in the eyes.
        "Hey, Toby... Are you okay?" Seth asked, sounding concerned. 
        "Can.. Can you help me move my stuff?" I asked sadly. Tom patted my back and stooped down to whisper in my ear.
        "It's all for the best, Toby." He said, then walked away.
        "You're serious? Like, you're for real going to move in with him?" Seth asked, sounding incredulous. "Is Tom making you do this?"
        I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it. If you don't want to help, you don't have to." I said, trying to emotionally deaden myself. I half hoped Dylan had left, because I knew it'd be even harder for me to keep from breaking down if I saw him.
        "I'll help." Seth said, then led the way in to my old room, after giving just one tap.
        Dylan was laying on his bed, looking up at the ceiling with his iPod blaring. I walked to my closet and pulled all of the clothes out, stuffing them into the bag messily. I never thought I'd be leaving this room, but here I was. After half an hour, I had all of my stuff packed. I took one last look at Dylan, who remained impassively staring at the ceiling, then sighed and walked to my new room, with Seth on my heels.
        Evan was sitting on his bed, messing with a cell phone, which was prohibited by the rules for anyone to own, but who'd ever rat him out? He looked up as I tapped on the door, then entered the room. A smug smile curled on his lips and it took all my willpower not to change my mind right then. Seth looked uncomfortable behind me and he set down the two bags he carried for me. 
        "Well.. if you need anything, Toby, I'm right down the hall." He said awkwardly, then slipped out of the room. 
        Without a hesitation, I went to the closet that I noticed was empty, with my bag of clothes, not even bothering to close the door behind me. All of the rooms here were set up the same way and I felt a pang of pain as I realized in my room this would've been Dylan's closet. Ignoring that fact from then on, I went ahead and put my clothes away, only half passing the organization. I saw Evan move through the corner of my eye, and soon he'd shut the door and come up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, like Dylan used to :/ Immediately, I swung around and shoved him, breaking his grip. He smirked.
        "Not feeling so lovey today?" He asked sarcastically.
        "Go fuck yourself." I snapped. "There is nothing between us and if you think there is, you're crazier than everyone thinks."
        "You have no idea." Evan said, his voice a growl. He walked up to me and grabbed my chin forcefully, then pressed his lips to mine roughly. 
        I struggled to pull away from him, but he crushed me against the wall. For a few more seconds of him trying to force his tongue into my mouth, I resisted, then the bedroom door swung open. Dylan stood there, looking guilty at first, then as his eyes soaked in the scene, he looked angry and sad all at once. Evan let me go, breaking the one sided kiss and as I started to speak, Dylan shouted, cutting me off.
        "You fucking whore! I knew it! I can't believe you would do this to me... I fucking hate you!" Dylan was crying and that's what scared me the most. He bolted out the door, and then Seth popped his head in, looking at me in disdain.
        "Toby, I just can't believe you would do this.. He loved you," Seth said, his words stinging more than any razor I've used. He then left too and Evan laughed as Seth slammed the door behind him.
        "Guess you don't like him as much as you thought." Evan said, devilishly. "I can't believe you would cheat on him like that."
        "Shut up!" I shouted, tears now openly pouring down my face. The look on Dylan's face, that look of pain and hurt, it hurt me more than anything Evan could do. I didn't do anything, but Dylan would never believe that. Not after what it looked like. I grabbed the book I'd had in my closet bag and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
        As I heard Evan laughing in the bedroom, I broke the promise I'd made to Dylan, but then again, I did only promise to try.

        For the next week, I kept trying to talk to Dylan, but he and Seth were both avoiding me. Every time I'd sneak away from Evan long enough to find them, they'd slip back into my old room and just didn't answer if I knocked. I kept getting Zoloft at lunch, but found myself stashing it instead of taking it like I was supposed to. I even managed to trick the nurse by telling her I'd dropped it down the drain, or denying entirely that I'd gotten my pills for the day. I don't know why I wasn't taking them, but it just felt wrong to take these pills to make myself happy when I really didn't deserve it. I'd broken Dylan's heart, and despite his attempts to avoid me, I still caught glimpses of his red rimmed eyes whenever I could sneak a peek at him. Seth was trying really hard to cheer him up, but hew never did look happy, not like before. Evan kept forcing me to do things, including my very first full on experience of sex. I found myself cutting more and more, and deeper each time, with no pain great enough to drown the feelings I couldn't escape, thanks to Evan. I was lost in a sea of loneliness, sorrow, guilt, shame, and helplessness, with no method of coping being enough anymore. Adding to the guilt part of my feelings was Evan's possessive behavior. Every time we were out of our room, he'd cling on me and kiss me, and made me hold his hand. Resisting any of this, I soon found out, was stupid, because it caused Evan to hurt me, which he seemed to take pleasure in doing anyway. He'd kick me, punch me, and pull my hair, along with many, many other things :(
        We were sitting in the cafeteria about two weeks after the whole "cheating" incident had happened. I went to grab my peanut butter and jelly sandwich, when Evan, who was sitting next to me, wrapped his arm around me, which had become increasingly common. This time, though, he pinched my upper thigh, by my pocket.
        "C'mon, babe. You really shouldn't eat that." He said. I frowned and just looked at him, not getting it. "Babe, you're getting fat." He said bluntly.
        I looked at him incredulously. He can't be serious. I've never been fat, but now that he mentioned it, it did seem like I'd been gaining weight since the breakup. I frowned and put down the sandwich, which he ended up eating. When we got back to the room and he'd laid down for bed that night, I snuck to the bathroom and stood on the scale. He was right. I'd come to the House weighing 110lbs, but now I was 120lbs. After that, I resolved to lose weight, by eating only every other day, and when I did eat, it was next to nothing. I'd be skinny again soon, I hoped :/

*Seth's POV*

        I was sitting in the empty rec room, waiting for Dylan to get out of his weekly meeting with Tom, about a month after him and Toby broke up, when Toby walked in. I'd hated being in the middle, but Toby really hurt Dylan, and with him cheating with Evan, of all people... that was just low. So I'd taken Dylan's side and helped him cope, but it really wasn't easy. Dylan was still really broken up about it, even crying himself to sleep most nights. So when Toby walked up to me, I didn't dare look up from my book, ignoring him. Evan, I knew, was in visitation, with his parole officer today.
        "Seth?" He said, his voice raspy, like he'd been crying. Still I didn't look. "Please, talk to me."
        I stood, setting my book aside, ready to walk away, when Toby grabbed my wrist. At first, I was ready to deck him, but then I realized he was crying. As bad as he deserved to be hit, I just couldn't hit someone who was crying. "I'm not talking to you, Toby."
        "Then just listen. Please," He begged, still crying. I stood there, pulling my arm from his grasp, and crossed my arms. I raised an eyebrow. "I...I know I hurt Dylan, but it wasn't my fault."
        "Who's fault was it then? Dylan's?" I spat, bitterly. "It is your fault, Toby. You cheated on him. He didn't deserve that." I started to walk away, when he again grabbed my wrist.
        "Please listen!" Toby sobbed. "Let me explain!"
        I yanked my arm away from him. "You don't need to explain to me. It's Dylan you owe an explanation to." With that, I walked away, knowing Dylan wouldn't hear any of it, even if Toby tried.