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corner of a box on her back. Tristan moved to walk towards the pair, but was stilled, held back by someone.
    “You stay with me, Tristan. What the fuck happened? Did you not hear Valerie yelling for you to stop? Are you a fucking sadist? Is that what this is all about?”
    Tristan, Valerie, whip, club. No, no, NOOOO!
    Tristan turned around again, able to remember who he was. His insides clamped tight when he turned and saw the other mark on Valerie’s lower back. It looked like a zipper had been undone, and blood was oozing out of the precision cut.
    His ears started ringing as the weight of what happened came crashing down on him. Tristan had hurt her…Valerie trusted him to lead her and take care of her and he’d physically abused her.
    On cue, Valerie cried out loud as someone tried to lift her limp body from where she had sagged onto the floor. The ringing changed to a thousand sledgehammers pounding and Tristan couldn’t help but press his fists against his temples to try to stop the pain and noise from getting worse.
    Someone tried to grab him from behind and Tristan flinched and pulled away. “Get your fucking hands off me!”
    The pounding in his head went on to feel like jackhammers beating his skull in. He spun in a half circle with his head clutched tightly in his hands, looking for a way out of the room. The only opening was directly behind Dominic and now there were other people standing there as well. They’re gonna grab me , he thought. I hurt one of their own, and in return they’re gonna beat the shit out of me.
    There was a small knife on the table in the corner, along with the different supplies that he had been using for their scene. Tristan picked up the knife and held it up in the air, warding off anyone that dared to come close to him again.
    One man tried to take a step forward, but was pulled back by someone else. Dominic was slowly coming at him from the side with his hands up in the air; walking like he was approaching a caged animal, which is exactly what he felt like right now.
    “I need to get out of here. Please, just let me go,” Tristan begged, the knife shaking in his hands as he spoke.
    Dominic just shook his head and kept walking towards him, but at a slower pace. “No, Tristan. You need help. Please, set the knife down. Let me help you.”
    Just then, Valerie whimpered behind him and Tristan clenched his eyes together at the pathetic noises she was making. “I didn’t mean to hurt her, man. I swear. I didn’t mean for it to go that far.”
    Tristan opened his hand and the knife fell from it, clattering against the tile floor in the room. His back touched the wall behind him, and Tristan slid down and slumped against the floor. Emotionally overloaded, he hung his head in between his legs and let the tears that he had been holding back flow freely.
    “I’m sorry, Dominic. I’m so sorry,” he sobbed as Dominic sat next to him with his hand gripping the back of Tristan’s neck in comfort, not control.
    “Okay, kid. Okay. Do you take any…”
    Tristan was aware that Dominic was speaking, but couldn’t focus on the words. Things were starting to go fuzzy and his vision was narrowing. Then, the darkness took him.

Chapter Five

    T here was no sound. Nothing at all. Not even a slow steady pounding of feet on the floor. No whispers. Nothing. It was Saturday, September 29th. Three weeks since Tristan’s world stopped turning. Since the walls came crashing down.
    This wasn’t brand new information that Tristan was bi-polar. He’d spent a few of his early teenage years working with a therapist on what they’d deemed was bi-polar disorder. Tristan would be flying high as a kite for days and even months on end, and then it would all come crashing down on him. The sense of never ending power was something he remembered from those days, but he honestly thought that it was something that he had outgrown. Never did he imagine it would be holding him hostage inside four concrete