Hope dies with harsh realities

Danny unpacked his things in his old room as he stared at  the innocent young and childish memories of a lifetime bygone before his eyes. He sobbed as he sat on the couch and drank another bottle of sprite and started eating nachos while letting tears fall onto his food, he had been waking up with fragmented nightmares and he would wake up screaming loudly to the point that even Henry would wake from his deep sleep and run over to comfort his traumatized son. Danny could remember someone dragging him inside and then up the stairs to his own bedroom as someone's voice taunted him 

"You're so weak you couldn't even stay awake when I pistol whipped you, you can't even stay awake for that! You should be punished for this!"

Meanwhile Eli Manning had little to no evidence other than the DNA evidence from the rape kit and the testimony of several officers, but he knew he needed the testimony of Danny Reagan and that man was not even able to remember his rape much less even ready to be trial prepped for the harsh and often, mentally excruciating cross examination, he knew this trial would take years upon years to even begin jury selection so he wasn't worried about that, he was however worried about Danny's track record as a cop being brought up in court, he knew as a Criminal Prosecutor for the District Attorney's office, he knew that sometimes horrible secrets would often be brought up to light in such a way that even victims were humiliated and shamed and their case would be lost forever. Eli was doing heaps upon heaps of paperwork especially with rape on the rise and he had many different cases to do and not to mention the fact that he had chronic insomnia that often weakened him and made him susceptible to migraines that often crippled his ability to think. He sighed and massaged his head as he felt another migrane come on as he typed up another report when he picked up a Skype call from his older brother down in Denver, he missed his brother Peyton so much, he hadn't spoken to Peyton since two weeks ago and his schedule was overwhelming him so much so he answered

"Yes Peyton? How are you?"

Peyton smiled 

"I see that you're busy again with another case?"

"Oh yea it's a very upsetting case, I really didn't expect to ever get this kind of case in my life to be honest, it's frankly very...triggering."

"You mean..."

"I'm starting to get nightmares of the guy, Peyton, he's a complete monster, he...he's the Devil incarnate. I swear to god."

"Eli? Who IS he? Can you at least tell me that?"

"It's...It's my rapist...William Lewis."

A loud gasp was heard on the other end of the phone and the phone was dropped. And Eli just let out a loud sob as he broke down with tears and he felt his soul shatter a million times over again.