Thomas, who hadn't really noticed Jamie hadn't returned immediately, held his hand out for Lena's phone. "Let me see it," he said and Lena shook her head. "Lena, dammit!" Immediately he looked ashamed and apologised. "I'm sorry, I- I want to see."
Lena, who felt his words like a knife through the heart, finally just went to grab her phone and she handed it over. "This is why I think we should at least think about having me do something about it."
Thomas clicked into the phone to view a video of Beelzebub holding his head tightly in place while Thomas cried. When it was over, Thomas closed it and groaned, hiding his face in his hands.
And then their phones beeped again.
"Fuck this," Lena hissed. She glanced around the room and noted Jamie wasn't in it. "Shit, he might have- I'll be right back," she said, and she jogged up to his bedroom to find him in the corner.
"Jamie?" His phone buzzed again and again and Lena gritted her teeth. Fucking Beelzebub. How many videos did he fucking have?