Blurred Lines

~Breakeven~

AUSTIN'S POV:

I was grabbing Kali another drink from the vending machine, even though I was well aware that she already had one. I just didn't want to be in that room with the rest of them. I wasn't angry, they weren't either. I already knew that.

But I still felt guilty. I almost didn't come yesterday because of how guilty I felt. Kali suffered for almost a month and a half because I was stupid. I let my emotions get the best of me and she paid the price. I can almost guarantee if I hadn't said all the things I said that night he wouldn't have taken her.

Maybe I'm wrong, Maybe I'm right. I'll never know. I just wish things would've been different. Kalani doesn't deserve any of this. The pain she's feeling right now is because of my selfishness. And I can't do anything to change that.

All I can do is hope she continues to let me make things right. I don't plan on letting her out of my sight ever again. Not like I had. I have to protect her. That's my job.

"Austin," I sighed, hearing brandon. I didn't want a lecture right now. I just wanted things to go back to the way they were. But that's never gonna happen.

"What?" I asked as I leaned up against the vending machine.

"Look, I know things are complicated right now, but we have to get our shit together. At least in front of Kali." He said, crossing his arms.

"I'm fine."

"You're not. She thinks we're mad at eachother. She's not gonna be content until we're all together, normally." Tristan said, shrugging.

"Stop being a little bitch." Nick said, rolling his eyes.

"Fuck you." I said before I walked off.

"Austin. You left and didn't say a word to us-"

"I don't have to fucking explain anything to you." I said glaring back at Brandon.

"You do. Because we're supposed to be brothers, right? Then fucking act like it. We get it, you had to leave. We never pressured you to come back. But this whole, being mad at the world thing, that shit stops now." Brandon said, leaving little to no room to argue.

"You're not responsible for what happened. Something similar to that would have happened either way. This is on all of us. Not just you." Tristan said, shrugging.

"We all love that girl. More than she could ever know. I know you'd do anything for her. Even if it meant dying. But right now, the only thing she wants is for all of us to be together. Are you gonna give her that or continue feeling sorry for yourself?" I sighed and rubbed my head. I don't like when they're right. They're all idiots, idiots that I'm stuck with.

"Fine." I mumbled.

"Are we done braiding each other's hair?" Nick asked, tilting his head.

"Shut up, bitch." I said glaring at him.

"Don't call me a bitch, blondie." He grumbled back.

"Don't even start." Brandon sighed.

"I have one question." Tristan said as he looked at me. I nodded and he licked his lips.

"What did you do with him?" I smirked before I shrugged.

"Nothing."

"He's still alive." Brandon said, tilting his head.

"Why would I give him the easy way out? No. He's gonna suffer for all the shit he put her through." I said in a bored tone.

"Where is he?" Nick asked quickly.