When they got out of the car, the door to the Jaguar opened. A beautiful girl with curly black hair cascading down her back stepped out with a long red dress and stilettos. Jonas didn't notice her, and was only looked darkly at the house in front of him.

Sam flushed when he saw her and stammered a little. "Um... you are?"

Hugh patted Sam on the shoulder. "This is Emilia." He quickly introduced them and laced his finger's through Jonas'. "I can break a window if we need a way in."

Jonas shook his head and walked up to the door, each step was heavier than the last. He knew where Eli was, but he prayed that he was wrong. He never wanted Eli to know that place. He got up the keypad and pressed the familiar code. His father never thought he would use it so didn't bother changing it.

The house had a few lights on, creating a light glow, but it was deathly quiet. Clark Spencer would only have cleaners when needed, and a cook for breakfast and dinner. But he did not have anyone in the house if it was not necessary.

Jonas looked at the familiar place. Marble floors and a dark hardwood stair case glimmered under the light. Large paintings and vases decorated the walls. His father would always brag about every item in this entryway, thinking each piece was more impressive than the last. The marble floors from Italy, the wood from Brazil, the vases from China, and the paintings from around the world and difficult to collect.

Jonas hated all of it.

He passed the stairway, and turned down a hallway that opened up to a large living room with a large window overseeing the lake past the expansive garden. He didn't stop, nor looked at the familiar sites. Another hall and another turn, he found himself in front of a door and stopped.

Hugh was next to him the whole time, while the others closely followed. They were curious about the door that Jonas stopped in front of. Hugh gripped his hand tighter as he felt the strong trembling and Jonas' breath becoming uneven.

"Jo, what is this place?" Hugh asked, quietly. But he already knew the answer. It was the place that Jonas never brought up. That place he always begged to be let out of in his nightmares. It was the reason for his fear of the dark.

Jonas didn't answer but his anger became more tangible. He let out a roar and punched the door, but it didn't budge. Ignoring his now bleeding hand, he started to kick it over and over until the wood split and the door slammed against inner wall and they were met with darkness.

A small whimper echoed from inside and Jonas stumbled, catching himself on the door from. "No." It came out as a whisper and a stream of tears rolled down his cheeks.

Hugh heard the irregularities in his breathing and knew that this normally led to a panic attack. He quickly pulled him into a hug. "I'm here, Jo. I'm not leaving your side. We go down together, we pick up Eli together, and we leave together."

"I... What if... I can't get out again." He choked out the deep seeded fear while his head was in the nook of Hugh's neck.

"Sweetheart, you don't have to go down. I can go and bring him up. You never have to go down there again." Hugh said quietly.

Jonas shook his head. "He needs me."

Jonas knew how disorienting and terrifying the pitch back was. He knew that Eli was probably in horrible pain from a beating. He was scared and alone and needed someone familiar to bring him out. If a stranger did, it could cause him to panic.

Hugh sighed with understanding. A part of him hoped that Jonas would let him go down by himself. He didn't want to bring him down there. But he also knew that both Eli and Jonas needed this. "Jo, the guys are here to make sure we come back out. They have our back. Just keep thinking about Eli."

The soft voice from Sam sounded behind him. "Hugh's right, Jo. We won't leave. We're right here." He didn't know the details, but understood how distressed Jonas was. He wanted to give a few words of encouragement.

Jonas nodded and took a deep breath before he broke away from Hugh.

Hugh caressed his face, brushing away the tears that have fallen, choking back his own. "Is there a light switch?"

Jo shook his head. "No... he broke the light bulb. Light is for those who obey." He echoed the familiar words of his father. He would say that every time he shut the door on Jonas.

Hugh held on his hand and turned on his phone's flashlight. He gave Jonas' hand a squeeze. "I love you, Jo, and I'm not leaving your side. Remember that." He kissed the hand he was holding and went to take the first step in but already faltered as his flashlight hit the step immediately after the door. It was covered in old dried blood that had stained the step a dark reddish brown. Hugh shuddered to think of the condition of the side of the door that was currently hidden from view. He knew Jonas must have punched and clawed at the door until his hands were bloodied.

As they disappeared into the darkness of the basement, the others let go of their stoic looks and finally broke down. Travis slumped down to the ground and sobbed while Jaiden was trying to calm him, his own tears falling from his face. Emilia was shaking and crying so bad so Sam pulled her into a hug, letting her sob into his chest. When her legs shook too much and she struggled to stand, he helped steady her, practically carrying her. The Kings had a similar look in their face - helpless rage. They wanted to hurt the thing that brought on unprecedented fear in their friend. But how can you hurt darkness? How can you hurt a room?

At the same time, their promise to stay there to make sure Jonas came back out was the only reason why they had not left and found Clark Spencer.

Inside the basement, Hugh found it increasingly difficult to hold back his own tears. Each step down was another story of blood shed by Jonas, and each step down caused Jonas to tremble even more.

Hugh reined in his emotions and tightly grasped on Jonas's hand. When they reached the ground floor, Hugh flashed his light across the area and his eyes settled on more blood and torn up walls. The place was nightmarish and morbid, as if it was the setting of a horror movie. Hugh could see how Jonas struggled in this room and tried to escape, even if it meant crawling through the walls.

But he never was able to escape.

His light panned across the room until it fell on a figure who was curled up on his side. Jonas tensed when they saw him and they both rushed to his side.

Eli was shivering and covered in his own blood. Jonas let out a broken breath. "Baby brother."

A whimper was the only reply.

Jonas stroked his hair gently and cursed when Eli flinched away from the touch and then let out a small cry from the pain.

"Baby brother, I'm taking you out of here." He tried to sooth him.

Eli shook his head and Jonas understood that Eli didn't believe that he was really there. He gently started to stroke Eli's hair. "Baby brother I'm here. I'm taking you out of here."

A small cry escaped form Eli's lips and his swollen eyes caught the blurry figure. "Jo?" His voice was cracked and hoarse.

"I'm here baby brother. I'm going to pick you up, but it's probably going to hurt." He hooked his arms under Eli's knees and back and then slowly brought him to his chest. Eli cried out in pain making Jonas pause. He waited until Eli relaxed and then pressed him against his chest.

Eli wrapped his arms around his neck and buried his head in his shoulder. Jonas stood up and Hugh was next to him with a hand on his back. He never stopped having physical contact with Jonas, trying to remind him with his touch that he was still with him.

Jonas gave him a small and sad smile, making Hugh lean in and kiss him on the cheek. "Let's go, sweetheart."

They walked up the stairs and met the group in the hallway. Jonas' eyes didn't register them as he was too concerned about the shivering figure in his arms. Now that they had more light, he could see the bruises and cuts more easily. He gently pulled him closer. "We're leaving baby brother. You're never coming back."

Eli gave a small whimper in reply.

Travis shot up and let out a cry, rushing towards the figure. "Eli." He whispered with a trembling voice.

He rubbed his back and Eli sighed with relief. "Angel." He hoarsely whispered.

Hugh still had a hand on Jonas' back. "We need to go to the hospital."

Emilia had composed herself, but was still hanging on Sam's arm. "I'm coming too."

Sam leaned down, "I don't think you can drive in this state."

She handed her keys to Sam. "Then you drive me. I'm going no matter what."

Sam nodded and tossed his keys to Rodgers. "You drive them. Jaiden, come with me and Mila."

He leaned towards Rodgers and Millan. "Those two are dangerously angry so if anything happens, you're the first line of defense from stopping them."

Millan scowled. "I don't think I want to stop them."

Sam sighed. "I don't either, but Eli needs his brother with him, not in prison for murder."

Millan sighed and punched the wall next to him. "This is seriously fucked."

Rodgers grabbed his shoulder, his anger was also seeping out, and his eyes were red. "Let's go."

Together their reined in their emotions and tried their best to be support.