Therapy / Why Don't We

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"Please stand, the judge is coming out." A police officer yelled causing everyone in the court room to stand.

Jack looked around nervously. He said his perfect boyfriend, his moms, and friends standing in the pews while he was standing at a table, in front. On the side of him we're the three men. They glared at Jack with evil eyes, causing Jack to just gulp and look back to the front.

Zach made eye contact with each man when they'd turn around and eye him up. Zach was nervously grab onto either Jack's moms hand or Jonah's arm. He would shift uncomfortably before turning his attention back into the judge.

He watched as his small, fragile boyfriend walked to the front and sat on the stand. He saw how his boyfriend began to rub his hands and grow anxious. Zach wanted nothing more but to stand up there with him and help him through everything, to hold his hand, to comfort him.

"Mr.Avery, please state what had happened to you in the rehab facility you were in for almost two years?"

"I was raped." Jack said slowly and closed his eyes, not being able to face the people around him.

"Do you see those men or women who did this to you?"

"Those three right there, the defendants." Jack said and shifted in his seat.

"Did you use the words 'no' or 'I don't want this' at all?" Barba asked.

Jack nodded his head and rubbed his forehead. "I told them multiple times that I didn't want to have sex and I clearly did not consent."

"How did they take it?"

"They used violence on me."

Barba took a seat and the defendants lawyers stood up.

"Are you sure that it was clear that you didn't want to have sex with the three of them?"

"I'm sure-"

"Are you sure you weren't just whoring it up around the facility?" The lawyer asked and Jacks eyes widened.

Barba stood up quickly and slammed his fist down on the table. "Objection" he yelled.

"Overruled." The judge said and hit the table with her gravel.

"I'm going to read over your statement, please tell me if this is correct, okay?"

Jack nodded his head and folded his hands, looking at his mom nervously. "Okay" He said.

"'On the night, I excused myself from group therapy and went to use the restroom. As I was in there, the three men,' as in the three men I'm assuming you mean, Kyle, Eric, and Anthony. 'Called me names such as gay slurs, they wouldn't let me leave. They pushed me against the wall and began to place their hands on my area and-' then they basically raped you. Right?"

"Yeah, that's what happened." Jack said and lowered his head in embarrassment.

"You mentions having scars from that night. Where are they?"

"My wrist, back, and leg."

"What you failed to leave out of this statement is how you begged them for drugs. You'd make 'deals' with them."

"That's not necessarily true. They'd offer or tell me if I don't take these drugs-"

"You're making excuses. Are you sure you weren't high when the supposed rape happened? Were you sober?" The lawyer said, cutting off Jack.

"I was sober. I'd been sober for over six months when I was there. What they did to me, what they did was inhuman and they did it to other people there too. You know how it feels to see them now and to see them for months after it happened? I sure hope you don't ever have to feel so terrible about yourself because of other people's mistakes." Jack snapped and slouched in his chair.

"No further questions, your honor" The lawyer said.

"Victim may step down" the judge announced.

He wiped the tears off of his face and glared at the three men in front of him. "I hope you get what you deserve for the what you did to me." Jack said and stood up, walking off the stand.

Barba patted Jacks back and whispered "you did good. Don't worry, we got this." Jack nodded and sat down.

"After an emotional trial today, we will take a brief recess. Twenty minutes." The judge said and got up, walking out of the room.

Jack went straight up to his mom and Zach, hugging them both tightly. He then moved on to the rest of the boys, all of them giving him words of encouragement.

Everyone went out and stood in the hallway. "I'll be back. I'm going to use the bathroom." Zach said, excusing himself from the boys and Jacks mom.

"Honey, I'm so proud of how far you've gotten." Kristen said to her son. Jack smiled and kissed his moms cheek.

Out of the corner of Jonah's eye, he saw the three men slip into the bathroom. Jonah's hands clenched as he began walking towards the bathroom, nervous for Zach.

Jonah walked back over to the boys and felt the need to check up on Zach. Jonah grabbed Jack and Corbyn's wrist, he pulled them to the side.

Zach felt a fist being thrown at his cheek, the immediate feeling of pain rose through his face. Zach held his cheek and stood up. He saw the three men, getting angry. But what could he do, he was an eighteen year old, scrawny boy, being beaten up by three men in their forty's.

Before Zach could say a word, another punch, a harder one, was throw at his face. He felt the liquid, blood, trickle down his face. He quickly grabbed his nose.

"What do you want?" Zach choked out in pain.

"You deserve this for your boyfriends actions." One said and pushed Zach down onto the ground, Zach hitting his head on the floor.

Another man, kicked his stomach. Zach groaned and began to cry. All men were throwing homophobic slurs at his face. Zach gasped for air feeling the oxygen being cut off by cold hands being wrapped around his neck.

"Get off of me." He said while placing his hands on the ones wrapped around his neck.

The man finally let go and Zach gasped for air, finally breathing. Zach was too weak to move or to say anything. He just laid there limp while the men continuously kicking his stomach, ankles.

"We need to go check on Zach." Jonah said and pulled them into the bathroom, they quickly ran in there, seeing a limp and bleeding Zach in the ground.

"Get off of him." Jonah yelled pushing one of the guys away.

Within seconds the police officers came running into the bathroom, pulling the men away from Zach. Before they got the last of the three men, he stomped on Zach's wrist, all boys heard the crack and the scarce yell of Zach.

"Zach" Jack yelled running into the bathroom and picking up his, now, broken boyfriend. "You're going to be okay." Jack said.

Zach began to cough and cough until blood came up. Within seconds, a paramedic was in the bathroom, picking up the fragile boy and placing him on a gurney.

Jack began to sob. "this is my fault." Jack kept repeating as he followed the paramedics.

>| 1,205 words for this chapter. That's craAZY I tried to write this good but idk how it turned out.

>| Anyways, hOW is everyone?