Miles and miles away.

*andy's point of view*


As soon as the tears and sadness disappeared from my mind the anger rolled in quickly taking it's place. This pain flame of anger was lite in my chest and that's when I started losing control of myself.
I threw my cell phone clear across the room. It smashed to bits and pieces when it connected with my poster covered wall then scattered all over the floor beneath it.
My attention turned to my vanity mirror. Where it seemed, Austin himself was speaking to me.
She was a good fuck, Biersack.
Funny, how you thought you could ever protect her.
You are a pathetic excuse for a husband.
"SHUT UP!" I screamed thrusting my fist straight through the mirror. My hand was now cut up, filled with glass, and bleeding like crazy but I didn't care.
Everything got smashed in the room. Nothing was left untouched. My body finally gave out and collapsed to the floor.
I laid on my carpet surrounded by chunks of wood and plaster and shards of glass ranging from the size of a grain or rice to the size of my fist. My breath was heavied. I was continually panting like I had just ran a marathon. My hand rested at my side it was covered with the plaster dust and my blood which created this pink slurry mess.
Then the tears flooded back, blurring all my vision. I laid there and just cried.
"I-I'm so sorry my love.. I couldn't protect you." I whispered out into my empty and destroyed room.
"D-daddy?" A small voice whimpered, "A-are you okay?"
I looked over and saw Charlie shaking and crying. I say up and held my arms open, "Oh Charlie. Daddy's sorry. C-come here." Charlie walked into my arms. I wrapped my arms around her small form.
"Y-you scared me daddy."
I ran my good hand up and down her back in attempt to calm her, "I know baby." I kissed her temple, "Daddy's really sorry." I managed to clean and wrap up my hand. It was broken or anything just really cut up.
I managed to get Zooey from her crib and calm her down. She was screaming and crying. I changed her diaper and was on the couch giving her a bottle and watching Spongebob with Charlie on the couch. Charlie's small head rested on my arm.
Seriously why can't our family have a break from all this drama? Does god hate us or something? Seriously.


*Des's point of view*

I woke up to the annoying fucking beeping from the god forsaken heart monitor. You have no idea how much I fucking hate that sound. I've been waking up in a hospital too much. why the fuck was I here for any way. I had this uncomfortable feeling between my legs. That brought the memories back. Austin beat and raped me. Oh yeah. -_-
I looked around and saw everyone in my hospital room. They all rushed over to me. All asking the same thing over and over again. Which was giving me an even worse headache.
Are you okay?
I managed to sit myself up. I got an immediate pain in my chest. "Okay everyone can shut the hell up. My head is already in enough pain without your bantering." I saw everyone but Ryan, "Let me guess Ryan is still out with Cole?"
Chad nodded, "Yeah."
"Okay. You need to explain something to is,"Jace began, "How long has this been going on? Was it a one time deal or has it been happening before?"
I started doing something I hated doing in front of people, crying. Vic wrapped his thin arms around me, "How long has he been doing it?" He looked into my eyes with his most serious face.
I let out a small breath, "Since we got here. We've only been here for a few days but it's happened five times."
Mike had this angered look on his face, like if someone touched him he'd probably snap their neck. He started breathing really hard. "I'm going to go kill that mother fucker." He growled then walked out of the room.
"Oh fuck." I mutter. Seeing him that angry scared me but I know I had to stop him. Even with my weak legs I managed to get myself out of the bed. I held onto the i.v pole and rushed as quickly after Mike. He took a sharp turn to what I'm sure is Austin's room. I tried to move quicker but my legs wouldn't function properly. But when I did get in there Mikes fist had already connected with Austin's cheek more than once. I jumped to him, ripping the I.V from my arm, it was excruciatingly painful but I ignored it and wrapped myself around Mike. He immediately stopped. Seeing him like that had brought tears to my eyes. "M-Mikey. Stop. Please." I whimpered into his back.
He lowered his fists and turned to face me. He gave me a hug, "I'm sorry baby doll. I just care about you a lot."
I let go of Mike and went up to Austin. He looked scared as hell. I ran my fingers through his hair and calmed him then started to clean the blood from his face, "There there. I'll fix you up." I put a couple bandages on his face then kissed his forehead. He wrapped a roll of gauze around my arm in return. "I forgive you..."

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