"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck," Jesse muttered under his breath. He shoved his hands into his hair, feeling his mind spinning like a top.
"Yeah, alright," he said to Nicholas. "Call Lena. Lord knows I'll take all the help I can get. You two, have a seat for just a second. Jayden, you are not weak for getting the help you need, I promise. A weak person would never have survived that house we grew up in."