"Last I heard, he was missing and my family wouldn't help find him. So I fucking left because I couldn't deal with their shit any more. Mother still calls me sometimes and she never mentioned you were okay. Do they even know?" Jess asked Joey.
"Yeah, they know," he groaned. He went to stand beside Nikkie, feeling a little overwhelmed, not to mention slightly depressed that his family hadn't cared he was being tortured by the devil. Sure, they hadn't known, but he wished they had cared he was gone at all.
"Well fuck them. What the hell happened to you, Joey?" She jumped up onto the kitchen counter so she could sit on it, and she offered Jesse a smile so he wouldn't feel awkward. Hopefully.
"I uhm...it's- It's a long story," Joey stammered. "I was missing for three weeks. Held captive. It was horrible."
Jess felt herself tearing up and she wiped at her eyes. "Jesus, Joey. I imagined something horrible but all this time I hoped I was wrong."