"I only know what he said!" Deirdre insisted, wishing Zoe would stop. "And yes, I've fucking heard of Stockholm syndrome, I'm a goddamn psychology student. I...I don't know what- I'm sorry, but he said to trust him."
Dylan squeezed his eyes shut and then, in a moment of panic, he reached for Rachel's hand to steady her. If she was as fucked up as he was right now, she would probably need it.
Danny hoped it was enough. He hoped that batting his eyelashes and calling his uncle sir was enough because he was pretty sure he couldn't take much more of this. Every part of him was telling him he needed to run, and ignoring all his instincts was so hard. He wished he had told Rachel he loved her more times. He wished his mother was here to hug him and tell him everything was okay. But god, it wasn't because he was holding Greg's hand and pandering to every sick and twisted fantasy Greg had about him.
He had to keep going. "Greg, look- I'm an adult now, I can drop the charges against you even if my mum tries to force me not to. It's- I'm worried though."
"About what, sweet boy?" Greg said, his thumb tracing small patterns on Danny's hand so gently Danny wants to hit Greg over the head with a chair for it.
"About- Uncle Max has his whole firm working on the case against you and they've put out information about- Greg, they want people to come forward if-" Danny shook his head, squeezing Greg's hands. "They don't understand about you," he said quietly. "They don't understand but I do. I know it had to be hard to be away from me for so long and I- I promise I won't be upset or jealous, Sir. But I need you to tell me if you were with anyone else before you found me again. Max is on the warpath and he's looking for more people to testify against you, especially after I told him I won't. If I can't find the people first maybe...maybe I could uhm- I could take care of the problem?"
Dylan's eyes widened at that, his eyebrow raising into his hairline. "Wh- what the f-"
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Dylan squeezed his eyes shut and then, in a moment of panic, he reached for Rachel's hand to steady her. If she was as fucked up as he was right now, she would probably need it.
Danny hoped it was enough. He hoped that batting his eyelashes and calling his uncle sir was enough because he was pretty sure he couldn't take much more of this. Every part of him was telling him he needed to run, and ignoring all his instincts was so hard. He wished he had told Rachel he loved her more times. He wished his mother was here to hug him and tell him everything was okay. But god, it wasn't because he was holding Greg's hand and pandering to every sick and twisted fantasy Greg had about him.
He had to keep going. "Greg, look- I'm an adult now, I can drop the charges against you even if my mum tries to force me not to. It's- I'm worried though."
"About what, sweet boy?" Greg said, his thumb tracing small patterns on Danny's hand so gently Danny wants to hit Greg over the head with a chair for it.
"About- Uncle Max has his whole firm working on the case against you and they've put out information about- Greg, they want people to come forward if-" Danny shook his head, squeezing Greg's hands. "They don't understand about you," he said quietly. "They don't understand but I do. I know it had to be hard to be away from me for so long and I- I promise I won't be upset or jealous, Sir. But I need you to tell me if you were with anyone else before you found me again. Max is on the warpath and he's looking for more people to testify against you, especially after I told him I won't. If I can't find the people first maybe...maybe I could uhm- I could take care of the problem?"
Dylan's eyes widened at that, his eyebrow raising into his hairline. "Wh- what the f-"