She's No Longer With The Band

Fifteen.

Nate's Point of View:

Aubrey's actually turned into a little conniving psycho. I mean fuck four days ago she locked me up just to get revenge on me for having locked her up days prior to that.

Okay now reading that back I sound like even more of a psycho...

Let's just say we're both a little psychotic.

Anyways, that was four days ago, and this is now. Right now I'm walking up my long driveway and into my house. My house in LA is really far off the beaten path and I don't have any neighbors because I don't want to be pestered. A massive gate surrounds my home and it's always locked unless I need to get in and out, and anyone important in my life has a spare key.

Which means like, four people have a key.

I just got back from the studio where I was working on a few things by myself. I don't know, I just wanted to sing for a little bit, try and write some things, be creative, you know? I needed a distraction from all of the craziness going on lately, and music is that perfect distraction. It's what I came back here for, it's why I'm here in the first place. It's what I love.

It's easy to forget that sometimes, and that makes me upset. I didn't come here to get involved in a criminal organization, I came back to the US because of how passionate I am about music. Lately, I feel like I haven't been able to pursue that passion.

The guys are already in my house because we said we were gonna hang out when I got back from the studio. They still locked my door just to be extra incredibly cautious 'cause, we don't want any freak show stalkers somehow getting in. Instead of calling them or knocking to have them unlock it, I pulled out my key from my back pocket and started to unlock my massive front doors. As I stuck the key in, my phone started buzzing.

Rolling my eyes I kept the guitar case in one hand, the key, and my phone in the other. I flipped my phone around and my entire body went rigid when his name popped up.

Brady.

Someone shoot me.

I answered his call and kept my phone between my shoulder and neck. "What?" I shook my head, my voice coming out irritated.

"What's up?" He asked, disregarding my tone and sounding conversational.

I unlocked the door, letting an aggravated sigh escape from my lips. "Why did you call?" I asked, pronouncing each word excessively while shaking my head vehemently while walking into my house.

"Because we're having a meeting," He told me as I stopped in my tracks and raised my brows.

"What the fuck does that even mean?" I asked while I walked through my house and into my living room to where I assumed the guys would be.

"This," Brady replied, and once I turned the corner into my living room, I was met face-to-face with all the members of Devil's Spawn, Jackson, Dean, and Brendan.

I blinked a few times trying to register the fact that they were in my house. I was so baffled that I couldn't even believe it, but that surprise quickly turned to rage as I stared at the seven of them standing in my living room. I watched as Brady clicked a button on his phone, hanging up the call, and then slid it into his pocket.

"Aw, he plays acoustic," Andrew snickered as I looked down at the guitar case I was holding, my knuckles turning white from the tight grip. "Wanna sing any love songs for us?" Andrew teased as I stayed frozen in my trance and glanced over at Jackson, Brendan, and Dean. Pure confusion written all across my face.

"What the fuck is this?" I asked, narrowing my eyes at Brendan.

Brendan opened his mouth to say something, but I couldn't even let him speak. I brought my eyes back to all the members of Devil's Spawn. "Why the fuck are you in my house?"