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TW: ED

I turn to exit my room but stop dead in my tracts to prevent myself colliding into Chris. My stomach twists thinking about our last encounter as his lips turn up into a cheeky smile. We shared glances as I shift my weight to my other leg, his hand still on the door handle of the room he was exiting.

He was stood tall with his baby blue zip up exposing a white tank top underneath, gray baggy sweats, and strands of his light brown hair poking out beneath a white beanie. His blue eyes were now bloodshot due to the drugs pumping through his system.

"Take a picture it lasts longer... Oh wait, that's your job!" His voice filled with sarcastic shock as he rolls his tongue between his teeth. The statement was degrading but his attitude was light, seemingly nicer than before.

I swallow back my response, feeling no need in causing anymore issues. I clench my fists anxiously and walk down the small hallway to the stage. I hear all of their footsteps and slight snickers follow behind me.

I don't know what their whole shtick is, whether it's just because I'm new or it's just dumb fun for them. Either way I am having a serious conversation with Jane later.

The stairs to the pit appear to my left causing me to dart down them to further my distance from them and start to set up.

"Touch me like that again and you'll be choking on your own teeth." Matt's stern voice booms through the venue, a threat directed at Chris.

"Ohhh I'm sooo scared." Chris mocks, waving his hands in the air yet shoving Matt once again.

Almost as if it was a reflex, Matt grabs Chris' beanie and pulls it down over his eyes to restrict his sense of vision and throws a hard right hook to the side of his brothers' cheek.

I gasp due to the quick exchange, covering my mouth to prevent myself from creating any more noise. Chris rips off his hat completely, throwing it to the side as he planted his feet in a fighting stance.

The sleeves to his baby blue jacket were already rolled up to his elbows, showing no ink compared to his other two brothers.

"See? That's what happens, you fuck around and find out." Matt pushes Chris to create more distance.

"That was a cheap shot and you know it jackass!" Chris spits a small amount of blood and starts to charge Matt.

Chris throws his right fist up towards Matt's face which he dodges, yet distracting Matt enough for Chris to drive his left foot into the side of Matt's ribcage.

I suck in a sharp breath through my teeth, almost feeling the pain myself from just watching it. Their attitudes have completely changed from joking around and having a blast upstairs. To literally beating the daylights out of each other.

Matt grunts while moving back a few steps, holding his fists up to protect his face as he starts to move towards Chris again.

Before Matt was able to retaliate, Nick grabs both of them by the back of their collars, creating distance between them. Both of them wince due to the sudden tightness around each other's throat.

"Enough both of you." Nicks strong tatted arms hold them apart, his height only slightly taller than the both of them.

Matt shoves Nick's arm, hard enough to detach his grip from his rip off ransom shirt that exposes most of his torso from a side profile. He adjusts his baggy blue jeans that lay low in his hips and scuffs his gray sneakers to the opposing side of the stage, closer to me.

I understand what it's like to have siblings, one unnecessary comment or slight push and you're jumping down each other's throat. But to actually cause real harm seems... unorthodox. Then again, I'm just a photographer, not Dr. Phil.