Alex was in his room, making sure it seemed as if he were asleep. As the others chatted and ate, he contemplated what he should do about what happened earlier. Should he tell the others? Maybe just one other? Should he tell someone of his family?

Alex thought about it, and realized the pros and cons with each and every option he had to do about this. For the first one, it'd be obvious that they'd support him, and they'd probably get him to speak up to the counselors about it so all of camp can leave early. But, he really didn't want to speak up to the counselors though, especially the one who set him up with that creep and of course, the creep... It made him uncomfortable even thinking about it although he bashed the guy's head in. Plus, maybe that wasn't the best idea even without that, considering they'd probably not let anyone else go and not let us sue them or anything because 'they have no evidence', but definitely will kick them out so nothing would happen to their name.

For the second one, if he told just one, then that one would probably tell the others. Then they'll be all offended saying 'why didn't you tell me this'. After that it'd go back to number one, just really tense. Of course, Alex didn't want that even more than the first. But what about third?

If he did the third, he'd most likely be met with a very in denial mother. How? She knew he doesn't want to be here, and would think of it as an excuse. This would most likely cause an argument as well, Alex thought. He didn't know what he should do.

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A knock at his door interrupted his thoughts. Alex grumbled, "Go away." "Alex, please, let me in. I saw you with blood on your hands earlier, no one's awake, and there was a counselor who got their head busted." He could hear Charlie say at the other end of his door. He opened the door after hearing that, "What do you want 80's kid?" "Did you... Hurt him for a reason..?"

Alex's eyes widened. He sighed loudly before letting Charlie in his room to help explain to her. He explained it all, and they listened. Afterwords, Charlie nodded, "I knew you did it for a reason." They looked up to see Alex was in tears.

"Can I hug you?" Charlie politely asked him. Alex sniffled, "S-Sure..." They embraced him, a understanding, supportive, sad smile on their face. "I- Okay that's enough." He awkwardly chuckled a bit after five minutes, wiping his eyes and his nose. "I understand your pain, and what he did was wrong. When you're willing, you can tell the others if you'd like (not saying that you need my permission). Same goes with your family. But I think I can help you to plan to get everyone to not have their kids or really anyone come here ever again... and get that guy arrested." They said.

"Sure, we can do that... but you said... you understood?" Alex looked worried. "I- Yeah but-" He was now the one hugging Charlie, "I'm so sorry that happened to you!" "Ack- I mean- one of the reasons I'm an orphan-" "YOU'RE A FUCKING ORPHAN?! THAT'S EVEN MORE TERRIBLE!" He cried out, hugging them tighter.

"I thought you said to stop hugging!" Charlie coughed. "Not noww!" Alex hissed. After Alex stopped moping about that and collected himself, the two thought of a plan. One that was well thought of.