Kaylyn POV
"So, you guys all live here?" I asked, taking a small sip of my soda.
Carlos nodded. "After the incident, we all turned to violence. I moved out, Kendall moved out, and James and Logan got kicked out, so we teamed up and bought this place."
"That's cool. You guys are like brothers."
He nodded again, taking a swig of his drink.
I thought about what he just told me. 'An incident?'
I glanced at the Latino, who was in the process if crushing his can. I watched as he twisted the pliant metal in his hands.
"If you don't mind me asking, what was the incident?"
Immediately, his strength snapped, and the can crumpled like a sheet of paper. My throat tightened at the revengeful look in his eye.
"Logan, Kendall, James, and I were hanging out at my house, like we did every Saturday. When Logan came over, so did his older sister, Meagan, because she adored my older sister, Elizabeth. My sister and Meagan were seventeen when this happened, so the four of us were, like, fifteen."
His hand started to shake. I didn't know if it was out of anger or sadness, but either way, I took it in my own. He looked at me and gripped my hand, his chocolate eyes full of guilt and remorse.
"We were playing video games on the couch and Elizabeth said that her and Meagan would be back by ten that night. I knew they were going to see their boyfriends. I hated them. All they did was take advantage of them, but they didn't care. Logan and I got in a huge fight with our sisters and they left angry."
He looked down and took a deep breath, rubbing his thumb over the back of my hand.
"They didn't come back. They got in a car accident because my sister's boyfriend was driving drunk. That bastard lived and so did Meagan's boyfriend, but our sisters didn't. I—We didn't even get to apologize."
He covered his face with his left hand and squeezed mine with his right. I saw him pinch the bridge of his nose and take another deep breath.
"Did they go to jail?"
He looked up, disgust plastered on his face. "No. Those mother fuckers didn't get convicted."
He glanced at me. "Don't say you're sorry. I'm so sick and tired of people saying they're sorry."
I nodded. "What happened to them if they didn't go to jail?"
He smirked. "We paid 'em a visit."
"Oh," I said, my voice barely a whisper.
"They're still very much alive, though. They haven't told anyone, because I told them if they did, I would rip their heart out through their ass, and they know that Logan, Kendall, James, and I are fully capable of doing that."
I gulped and asked, "So, that's when you turned to violence and moved out?"
He nodded. "We flew under the radar back then. We left Minnesota and came here. Figured it was too dangerous up in that hellhole, since my Papi is cop." He let out a low chuckle. "That wouldn't have been good if my Papi found out, now would it?"
I laughed with him and looked down, noticing he hadn't let go of my hand.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs and as they got nearer, I heard muttering.
"Logan, it'll be okay, right?" That was Alex's voice.
'Good to know she's still alive,' I thought.
