Puzzled and Trapped [A FNaF Fanfiction]

Jeremy's Turn

"Who's is that?" Freddy asks the group, oblivious to Jeremy's pale face and my worried expression.
"Well.. Go on.. Good luck," I push him forward slightly, knowing he really didn't want to go, and I honestly don't want him to either. He takes a deep breath, and steps through the door, and it shuts closely behind him. I watch the small rectangular screen intently, and so do the others. He's in what looks to be a hospital room. Well, the outside of it. His hands are shaking, and his eyes are watering. He knows what's going to happen. As do I.
"Um.. Mr. Fitzgerald..?" a doctor emerges from the room, and Jeremy turns around sharply. The doctor looks down to the floor, and back up at him, shaking his head, sadly. Jeremy squeaks, putting his hands over his mouth, and shakes his head furiously. The tears stream down his face, when a large figure appears behind him. The figure looks tired, angry, and very drunk. Jeremy takes one glance at the man, and flinches automatically.
"So, where's your paycheck, you little shit?" the man asks him, and feels his pockets.
"I-I don't have any money," he stutters, and the man seems to get increasingly more angry, as he takes a sip of his beer.
"Where the hell is it then?!" he shouts.
"I don't know, maybe you've used it all for buying more drinks, instead of your wife's medical treatment!" Jeremy shouts, and the man, the people in the room with me, and even Jeremy seem surprised at that.
"What the fuck did you say?!" the man shouts, and punches Jeremy across the face.
"I said.. MAYBE. YOU SHOULD GET A DAMN JOB. AND HELP PAY FOR YOUR OWN SHIT. INSTEAD. OF. LETTING. MY. MOTHER. DIE!" he shouts, and the man slams the beer bottle over Jeremy's head, but he stands his ground.
"You know what? That BITCH brought that onto herself!" the man, who I now realize is his father, counters back, and Jeremy has tears streaming down his face at an incredible rate.
"YOU were the one that beat HER!" he screams.
"SHE NEEDED TO LEARN HER PLACE, AS DO YOU!" his father slaps his [face] cheek, and Jeremy spits on his father's nose, not being able to come up with much else.
"THAT'S it," his father picks up his son by the neck, slams him into the wall, and the screen fizzes out into the blackness again, just as Jeremy is tossed into the room once more. The room stares at his bruised body in horror, not speaking a word, but I run up to him.
I try to help him up, but he winces any time I try to help. I wipe the tears off of his face, and the hair from his eyes, revealing his lime-green orbs. He tries to wipe the tears away from the still coming tears, but nothing seems to work. He sniffles, and I help him to his feet. No one in the room has moved, but you can't blame them. Jeremy blushes softly, letting his hair fall back over his eyes, and walks over to the wall, leaning against it. I do the same, and rub my now watering eyes.
"Who's next..?" I wonder, and Bonnie points to the screen.
'Follow your dreams,' it read, and I think for a moment to see who it would be, when out of the corner of my eye, I see Scott stand up confidently, strutting towards the door, as Vincent's creepy eyes follow.