Your Safe Now

~9~

Dreams Pov-

I was woken up by Jacob screaming. I jumped up and woke up George. He got up, and we rushed to Jacob's room. We opened the door and turned on the lights quickly. He was on his bed shaking. We rushed over to his bed.

" It's okay, sweetie. We're here. You're safe." I said gently. He shook his head quickly.

" What's wrong, honey?" George asked softly. He placed his hand on Jacob's arm, but he quickly pulled away and moved back.

" Don't fucking touch me!" He screamed.

" Okay, we won't sweetie," George said raising his hands in defense.

" What happened honey?" I asked calmly. He shook his head quickly. He placed his hands on his head and gripped his hair tightly as he sobbed.

" Sweetie look at me," I said softly. He shook his head again. He pulled at his hair harshly.

" No, no, no sweetie. Don't do that." George said gently. This time Jacob let George touch him. He looked so broken. He pulled away from George and stood up. He began looking through his drawers.

" What are you looking for sweetie?" I asked softly walking over to him. He just shook his head. I looked at George with worry written all over my face. Jacob continued searching his room.

" Honey talk to us," I said placing my hand on his back. He shoved it off and looked underneath his bed. He pulled something out from underneath his bed. I was confused but he quickly went to the bathroom. I had a good idea of what he had. I stopped him from closing the bathroom door.

" Can I see what's in there?" I asked softly. He shook his head and more tears fell.

" Come on honey. Open up to us. Tell us what's going on. We want to help you." I said softly. He looked at the ground.

" Can I see what's in there sweetie?" I asked again. He opened it and sure enough, there were drugs. I sighed and looked at him. He closed it back and tried to shut the door again but I stopped him.

" Sweetie let me have it please," I said calmly. He shook his head.

" Come on sweetie we want to help you," George said from behind me.

" I don't need help," Jacob said quietly.

" You do sweetie," George said softly.

" No, I don't! Just let me do this! I need it!" He yelled.

" No, you don't honey," I said calmly.

" You don't understand." He said quietly. I placed my hand on his arm gently.

" Then talk to us. We are here for you. We love you. We aren't mad at you." I reassured him. He shook his head, and sobs slipped out.

" Sweetie," George said softly, walking closer to him.

" I need to," Jacob said quietly.

" You don't, sweetie. This isn't the only way. It's okay." George said softly. Another sob slipped out.

" They won't stop." He said quietly.

" What won't stop, sweetie?" I asked.

" The Nightmares. The memories haunt me. I'm so tired. I can't sleep without having a nightmare." Jacob admitted quietly.

" Oh sweetie, why didn't you tell us?" I asked softly.

" Because I didn't want to burden you." He said, still looking at the ground holding the drugs.

" You won't burden us. We want to be here for you. I think we should talk to your therapist maybe we can get you some medicine to help you." George said.