Katherine's POV
Almost a month has passed and I found out I'll be having to move away, for a year. Ugh how am I going to tell everyone? And most importantly how am I going to tell Jaime? I don't want to leave, but I have to. Ugh I can't imagine how broken Jaime is going to be.
Cynthia's POV
It's been almost a month and Tony has been acting weird. He's been coming home late, he been drunk every time he comes home and he hasn't really been talking to me. I need to talk to him about this soon. I'm not going to put up with any bullshit.
Taylor's POV
Tonight me and Vic are going to stay home and have a movie night. Vic quickly ran into the room and started pulling me down the stairs. One of his hands grabbed my hand and the other on my wrist. Fuck I just had happened to have cuts there so I winced in pain a bit.
"Taylor? You okay? I'm barely holding on to you....." Vic asked as he trailed off a bit.
"Nothing Vic I'm fine." I said trying to avoid eye contact with him. He sat there and looked at me with worried eyes. Shit. He doesn't believe me.
"Taylor there's something wrong. Stop lying." He said not letting go of my wrist. I didn't even say anything back just shook my head no. So he flipped my arm over and pulled my sleeve up revealing the cuts.
"What the fuck Taylor? Why didn't you fucking tell me?" He said raising his voice.
"Taylor I'm not mad that you hurt yourself but I'm mad that you didn't fucking tell me. I could have helped you. What the fuck are you thinking?" He said raising his voice even more.
"Vic yelling at me isn't going to help." I said as I pulled my wrist out of his grip and grabbed my bag.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked with an annoyed tone with his voice still raised.
"I'm leaving. I need to be left alone." I said as I walked right out the front door.
"Wait Taylor! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you." He said chasing after me.
"No Vic it's already too late." I said as I got in my car and drove off to Bri's house.
Vic's POV
What have I done? I shouldn't have yelled at her like that. It wasn't right. I need to fix this, but I don't know where she went. I feel horrible.
Cynthia's POV
Well it's midnight and Tony still isn't home. What the fuck is going on with him. I quickly pulled out my phone to check the time, 1:30. Then I just threw my phone to the side. Just then Tony walked in and went strait upstairs. Well at least he's not drunk this time. I quickly ran up the stairs and into our room.
"Tony what's going on with you? You've been coming home late. You've been drunk most of the times you come home. And we haven't been talking very much....... I want to know what the fuck is going on." I said as I walked up to him.
"Cynthia stop you're just over reacting." He said with an irritated tone.
"Tony that's bullshit." I said raising my voice a bit. He didnt answer just pushed his way passed me and walked out of our room.
"Where are you going?" I asked slightly confused.
"Away from you. I'm not going to put up with any bullshit." He said raising his voice a bit as well.
"Fine Tony. I'll just fucking leave." I quickly put some clothes into a bag, grabbed my phone off the counter, and put a couple of extra things into my bag.
"Bye Tony." I said as I slammed the front door behind me and drove off to the nearest hotel I could find.
