I Can't Take Anymore *A Vic Fuentes Love Story* -BEING EDITED-

Ch.2

            I slowly opened my eyes to the dimly lit tube. I sat up and crawled out of it. I stood up as I looked around the park. No one was there other than me. The sky was still a dark shade of grey. The clouds still rumbled as rain drizzled down from them. I looked down at my legs. Dry blood covered my clothes. My wounds were still somewhat open. I let out a deep sigh as I picked up my phone. I swiped my thumb across the screen, unlocking it. I let out another sigh as I looked at my list of missed calls and unanswered text messages. I locked my phone and slid it in to my back pocket.

"Time to go home..." I mumbled to myself.

        I made my way out of the park and back to the intersection where I had come from the night before. Few cars zoomed up and down the streets. I made my way down the sidewalk, ignoring the stares and glances from bystanders. My stomach grumbled the whole time I was walking. It sounded like a war was going on inside me. The wind picked up causing me to shiver. I wished that Alexander hadn't ripped my shirt up. Alexander. That bastard. I can't believe I was so stupid as to go see him. My mind flooded with memories of us. He was never like this. We used to be happy. Ever since his mother killed herself, he's been this anger filled monster. I thought it was just a face, a part of his denial. But it completely consumed him. When he started drinking, it was just game over. He became physical and abusive. Constantly calling me names and beating me. I caught him cheating on me a few times but I was too afraid to leave him. My biggest regret was ever meeting him.

       I was snapped out of my thoughts by the sounds of beeping horns. I looked up and saw my house in the distance. My heart pounded harder and harder with each step I took. What were the guys going to say when they saw me? How would they react? I took a deep breath as I walked on to the driveway. The guys' cars were all parked there.

               I stopped dead in my tracks when I reached the front door.

"Damnit! Where the hell is she?!" I heard a voice yell, it sounded like Vic.

"Would you quit freaking out! So what if she's gone?! Good ridance! She was a lousy sister anyways." I head Liam say.

I huffed. What a pathetic excuse for a brother. Why the hell is he even in my damn house?

"Are you kidding me?! That's your little sister?! If anything you should be flipping out more about her disappearance than any of us!" I heard Jaime yell.

"She's a whore! Why in the hell would I want her as a sister?!" yelled out Liam.

I quickly opened the door and stormed in. "A whore huh? Funny, how can I be a whore when I'm 1. A fucking virgin and 2.When I was dating the same guy for 5 fucking years! Oh and not just any guy, your so called best friend!" I yelled out.

"Pierce!" yelled the guys in unision as they all ran towards me. I was engulfed in a group hug. I winced as they made contact with my wounds.

"Gah!" I groaned out. They all quickly pulled away.

"Pierce! What the hell did he do to you?!" growled Tony as he looked down at my body.

"Pierce, the fucking hell" whispered Vic as he knelt down in front of me examining my wounds.

"Oh shit. Pierce! What happened to you?" said Liam as he rushed to me.

I looked up to see Mike push him away."Don't you dare get anywhere near her" he growled.

Liam narrowed his eyes at him. "That's my little sister. I have every right to be near her" Liam spat out. I scoffed.

"Now I'm your little sister? Funny, I thought I was a whore!" I yelled at him.