George's POV

Jerry's friend had gone home, he's polite though. I have sat Jerry on the couch to relax. After a while he stopped crying. I breathed out an ran my fingers through my hair, and picked up the phone. I dialed Paul's phone number in. It was always easy to remember... 1806 0807 0310. It's literally Paul's birthday, Ringo's birthday and Jerry's birthday.

"Hey, Paul..." I breathed out. "Oh, my god George! Have you seen Jerry the school's saying he isn't there?" He panicked. "It's okay saughta. I've got Jerry here." "Oh, good. wait, what do you mean sort of." I took three deep breaths. "Paul. I don't know what happened. Something at school probably. But the point is. He came to my place with a friend and well... started cutting his ... y'know what we'll just talk tomorrow."

I hung up. Then, I heard more crying. I shook my head and walked over to Jerry. He sat on my lap. "Tell me, what's wrong?" I asked. "Don't tell anyone. I can only trust you and Jax." "Okay." I sighed. "My teacher she... told me to have sex with her. She forced me, and..." He started to cry. I stared at him in horror and shock for a moment, then I hugged him and assured him it was okay. Which it certainly wasn't. But, I did promise him not to tell anyone, that promise is gonna be hard to keep.

Jerry's POV

I can't get to sleep at all. It's good I can't though, my plan'll work. I don't want to live anymore y'see? I waited until Uncle George fell asleep, and walked down stairs. In the kitchen his wallet lay on the bench. I opened it and took $150 out. Quietly I tip-toed to the front door, grabbed my jacket and shoes, put them on, and walked out. I ran to my bike which was underneath a bush. I picked it up and rode into town.

I searched every where for a gun store. I found it! I dumped my bike on the ground and ran in. I had to find a good one.

It was easy to purchase the gun. I thought I'd have a bit of trouble, but no. I rode back to Uncle George's house. Next week the sexual abuse shouldn't happen if this works. I went up to the roof and stood on the edge. It's pretty damn high up. I loaded the gun and shot it into the field making sure it works.

It probably would've woken Uncle George, but I don't care. I put the gun to my head. All of a sudden flashbacks occurred. On my fourth birthday, the fun and games we had. Stuff like that. I let a tea fall and it did. "Put the gun down, Jerry!" I lowered the gun and spun around. Uncle George was staring at me shocked he ran up to me but it was too late.

I had already puled the trigger. The bullet hit me in the foot making me lose my balance. I fell off the roof. The last thing I saw before falling was my Uncle's horrified face.

all of a sudden warm arms were wrapped around me.

I was still falling...

falling...

falling...

falling...

I've fallen!