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Sitting at the kitchentable again, as they used to, one cup of tea each, Brett was freezing cold, shaking and crying. This was painful in every way.
Eddy didn't feel much better either. He was nauseaus and wished they really didn't have to do this.
-When I went to primary school... there was this one teacher.... Brett took a deep breath and looked like he was about to faint. 
-He...molested me. 
Brett suddenly ran over to the bathroom, only to throw up intensly, between loud, hard sobs.
Eddy followed and stood in the doorframe, his eyes intense and black. He could feel how anger was building inside of him. 
Brett finally looked like he finished, he rose and wiped his face over the sink.
-What's the name of this scumbag? 
Eddy's voice was slightly trembling.
-I dont know! 
-TELL ME! Eddy shouted out. 
-I don't remember! 
-YOU FUCKING DO!! TELL ME HIS NAME!! 
Brett stood right in front of him, Eddy grabbed his shoulders, shook him and looked at him with a glance in his eyes that scared the crap out of Brett.
-Mr.Smith, Brett whispered, still staring in to Eddy's wild, big, black, angry eyes. 
-First name?
-I DON'T KNOW!
-FUCKING TELL ME! 
-NO!! 
-I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER!!
Eddy furiously turned to the livingroom, Brett grabbed a hold on his arm, but Eddy teared himself away. 
-DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!! 
-EDDY!! 
But Eddy didn't listen. 
He sat down on his spot in the kitchen again and found his laptop.
-Give me your passport. 
His voice, so cold, still trembling, maybe even a little more than earlier, bearly contained.
-No, why?
-'cause I need your passportnumber.
Both Eddy's voice and his words sent shivers down Brett's spine.
-Whyyy?
-JUST GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMN PASSPORT! 
-FOR WHAT?! 
-We're going back to Australia. Tomorrow. 
-No, Eddy! 
-Yes, we are.
Eddy was already on the homepage of the airline and checked available flights. Brett panicked so hard. 
-We re not gonna find him anyway! 
-Give me his first name and I'll find him, I swear! I won't give up before I' ve tracked that son of a bitch down.
-I told you I don't know! 
-Then Google it for fucks sake!!
Eddy turned the laptop to Brett, who was now sitting on his chair again, on the other side of the table.
Brett was so scared he forgot the nausea, he forgot the pain, he forgot to breathe, everything. 
Eddy's hands were shaking, actually his whole body was, he clearly had big struggles containing his anger. Brett had never seen Eddy THIS angry before, but yes, he knew this would happen when he finally told him.
Eddy already forgot the airline and what he just asked Brett to do. He was too angry to even contain his thoughts. 
-What did he do to you? 
-Pretty much....*sigh* everything...
-For how long?
-5 yea..
-FUCK!! Eddy swept away the laptop so hard it fell down to the floor with a painful bang that sounded awfully expensive. 
Brett flinched and clenched his eyes shut.
-This is one of the reasons I never told you. I knew you were gonna react this way.
Brett was struggling to form words, his tongue felt numb.
-So? That asshole doesn't deserve anything! He has done the most awful thing there is to do! He doesn't deserve life! I'm gonna... kill him ever so slowly and painful there is...!!
Brett laid his hand on Eddy's.
-Eddy... please. He sobbed . 
-You're forgetting the most important thing! You're forgetting about ME! 
Eddy looked up to see Brett shedding big tears.
-All you think about is him, but he doesn't give a crap, he doesn't remember me even probably, and here I am, the one dealing with this, and you forget I am the one who actually needs you right now. I feel neglected for everything I feel and tell you right now!
Once he started, the words came tumbling out, between sobs. Brett felt suffocated and inhaled deeply several times, only making him dizzy.
Eddy cooled down pretty quickly. 
-You're right. Thank you for telling me how you feel, love. 
He sighed and took both Brett's hands in between his. 
-Does anyone know?
-Yes, my mum.
-Did you report it? 
-She did. But I didn't wanna cooperate on it. And the police didn't care. They just made me go to another school. He continued his job at the same school.
The anger quickly rose inside Eddy again. 
He hit his both fists in the table with a force that made everything jump.
-Eddy, please, don't... you're scaring me!
Brett sat down on the floor and rested his head in Eddy's lap. Eddy looked away and bit intensely on his nails. He didn't even dare to touch Brett at first, before he had cooled down again. 
-I m sorry Brett. 
-We need help, Eddy finally spoke.
-Yes, Brett whispered breathy.
-You need treatment, we have to find someone to talk to. 
-No, I...
-Brett! Come on! Do this for me! We need counsulting, before everything breaks apart! 
I want so badly to live with you, love you! Please let me! 
Brett broke down. He fell down to the floor, in the fetal position, holding himself tightly and crying like Eddy had never heard him before. 
-You're gonna leave me now, aren't you? 
Eddy sat down next to him and stroked his back. 
-No!! What the hell makes you think that?! I'm NOT leaving you! 
-Brett, we have to fix this. It's gonna be a nightmare, I know, but we have to! I'll be with you every step you take. I'm right here, with you. I'm not going anywhere. 
Eddy lay down behind him, pulling him close, wrapping and curling his whole body around the tiny ball that made Brett right there, protecting him. 
-Im right here, with you.
He whispered in to Brett's hair. 
-We re gonna fix this. I promise. I won't leave you. I'm sorry I got so mad. It just...breaks everything inside of me yo know somebody did that to you. 
-I shouldn't have told you.
-If anything, I wish you told me earlier. But it's ok, I know you had your resons. Now I know and... it hurts me so much I have trouble breathing. But you had no choice but to tell me. It was the only right thing to do. Or else we could have been destroyed by this shit. 
They both felt an anger and uneasy feeling inside the whole rest of the day and they had to do a film for YouTube. Brett asked if they could skip it, but Eddy insisted, having told the editor to be ready working on it the same day. 
Their anger was shining through the both of them during the whole video, they tried to laugh and swear it away, but there was still so much remaining bubbling inside Eddy, and Brett was smitten by it. 
Eddy felt rushing through it, allthough it didn't show that much, fortunately. 
Right in the moment Brett turned off the camera, Eddy broke down.