Point Of View 2 [*Do not read until you've read the same chapter of ATW]

Chapter 106 & 107 Secrets/ Every Breath You Take

"He can't use his voice, and you can't explain away anything. You stalked the girl!" I begin to get emotional which isn't like me. But Jeremy did the same thing Dave did. And he raped Julia, just like Dave raped me. I can't even look at Jeremy right now. He disgusts me.

"Listen..." Jeremy tries again but raises his hands in defense. "I'm not here to cause trouble."

"You know. I find it ironic you went out of your way to help me get a restraining order against my ex, yet you do the same exact fucking thing to Moretti." I squint my eyes at the man.

"Considering your abusive ex is my cousin, yes, I went out of my way to help you. Even though he's family."

What the hell did he just say? Wait. Jeremy and Dave are related??

"Dave Brennan is your cousin?" I croak out, now feeling sick to my stomach.

"You two were at Sullivan's Tap together." Paul states.

"Yes, I frequently have to talk David off the ledge. I've been trying to help my cousin for years now. But you needed protection, Trisha. He was confiding in me as his therapist, so I knew what you were going through. I didn't like how the court system waved you off the way that judge did. You needed someone to advocate for you."

"I don't need SHIT from you!" I cry.

"Trish, let go down and get a coffee." Jonah walks me out of the room and closes the door.

"They're related?!" I burst, gaining attention from the security guards as well as nurses at the front desk.

"C'mon, let's get a cup of coffee." He says softly and guides me to the elevator. "Remember what Nate always says." The tall black man stands waiting for the elevator doors to open. "Eyes and ears everywhere."

I nod. I know better than to burst like that. I don't know what I was thinking. I wasn't thinking.

I'm still trying to wrap my brain around this information.

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*James*

After my grief therapy session, I pass by Nate's little sister's room.

"Do you mind if I go in and talk to her for a moment?" I turn to Dr. Tremont, hoping I haven't overstepped any boundaries.

"You can try. She's not very easy to talk to right now, though." He raises his eyebrows at me.

"I just want to ask her if I can pray for her." I admit. I'm not one to shy away from letting people know about my faith and have no issues announcing it to Trevor, who gives me a nod and permissions to go into Cara's room.

Cara is hard to look at right now. I've never witnessed anyone in restraints before Julia other than in sexual situations. This is anything but. The girl looks so small, like how I imagine Julia would probably look. But I also know she is dangerous. Just like Julia. She has a blanket on, but I can see the restraint on her wrist and a lump forms in my throat.

Cara stares at the wall with anger and tears. She's detoxing and you can see the marks on her arm to know she has been using for some time now. Her hair is no longer in her cute little ponytail and her bangs are matted to her forehead.

"Cara." I say softly to get her attention. She turns and looks to see who it is. When she sees me, she looks mortified.

"Go away!" She yells and I can tell she is embarrassed. I heard she had a little crush on me so can imagine she doesn't want me to see her at her worst.

"I just want to talk." I approach the young woman who is now looking away and crying. I sit on the chair next to her bed and fumble but manage to hold her hand.