My vision was blurred from the tears.
I could hear my brothers voice, he was yelling at me.
All the horrible memories were coming back.
I was curled in a ball crying, my hands covering my ears.
"Stop!" I screamed.
Justin was freaking out and asking if I was okay, but I couldn't hear him.
He touched my arm and I yelped.
Everything he did was making it worse, but I couldn't tell him.
My mom ran in" Justin what's wrong with her?"
She didn't dare touch me.
Justin was shaking.
He couldn't tell her because I made him promise to never tell anyone.
I was now aware of where I was, and I could hear but I could still envision my brother.
"Tell her!" I yelped. 
It was all I could manage to get out.
I heard him quickly start explaining the situation.
He looked scared.
 Maybe because he didn't want us to hate him.
I slowly started to calm down.
"Are you okay?" Justin asked, crouching next to me.
"I need a favor." I said, hesitantly because I knew this was wrong.
"Anything." he said.
I glanced at my mom, she was slowly relaxing.
I looked back at Justin, "Will you drive me to Mr. Matthew's apartment building?"
He gave me a questioning look, "Why?"
Mom gave me a nervous glance.
"Well, that guy at the club, his name is.. Nate Matthews.." I murmered.