Me and my Brothers

Chapter 4~ What!?!

~Andrew P.O.V~ 

After we found Jack, we piled in the car, wanting to get as far away from the mall as possible. I give Denver to Ryan, who is already sitting in the backseat to hold our baby brother. Jack and I take the front two seats. Something tells me he's not going to take the news very well, so I need him close where I can calm him down easier. 

 "HE DID WHAT" Jack yells, obviously furious. 

"Shhhh" I whisper because even though we are all outraged, and trust me we are, I don't want Denver to wake up.

 He just rolls his eyes at me. 

"I told you he put his fucking hand in his pants," I say, getting angry all over again while telling Jack the details. 

"Well, how the fuck did he even get to him?" Jack asks trying to put the blame on someone.

"Language and I understand you're angry, but it's no one's fault. No one's but that pedophile, " I whisper as I try to scold him and make him understand at the same time.

 Everyone is silent during the drive, none of us want to tackle the conversation just yet. As I pulled into the driveway, Denver starts to stir in Ryan's lap.

"Shhh, little one, I gotcha," I hear Ryan whisper just as I open the back door to let them out.

 "Hey, baby, we're home now," I say in a soft voice. 

Nodding, he gets off of Ryan's lap and puts his feet on the ground.

"Need help?" I question.

 "No, I'm okay," he replies with a weak smile. 

Knowing he is lying straight through his teeth, I walk closely behind him into the house. 

~ Denver's P.O.V ~

When I get into the house, I feel ten times better. I feel safe here, like nothing can harm me. I mean, I do have bodyguards for brothers around at all times. I immediately start walking up the stairs to my room. Now that the initial shock of the incident is beginning to wear off, I now have time to think about it. The only thing I can think about is how stupid I am. I knew I should have told someone about that guy. I knew he was trouble when I first laid eyes on him, but I neglected my feeling and now look where I am. I am about to have a panic attack on my bedroom floor. I can still feel his hand slipping into my pants. 

To keep from panicking completely, I decide to take a shower. Showers help everything, maybe even this. I let the water run over my body for a minute, thinking about how I never what that guy to touch me ever again. I can still feel his hands on me, I can still feel him reaching in my pants. Not knowing what else to do, I start scrubbing, trying to get his touch off of me. I scrub until my skin turns a bright shade of red. I quickly wash my hair, knowing that if I'm in here any longer, one of my brothers will come to check on me. 

I step out of the shower letting the cold air hit my still red skin. Shivering, I grab a towel and put it around me. Needing to get downstairs quickly since I decided to take a layer of my skin off in the shower, I go to my room to put some clothes on. Pulling on some maroon joggers and a black hoodie, I run down the stairs. They are already sitting down in the living room, they all have red-rimmed eyes from crying. Ryan still has a few stray tears running down his face. He wipes them as soon as he notices me, hoping I didn't see, but I did. They are all sitting here worrying about me when it was my fault. I was the one who didn't tell them about the guy, I caused this. I caused them pain, and the guilt is eating me alive.

"Guys, I have something to tell you," I say, not being able to handle them not knowing, not knowing how much of a failure I am.

 "What it's it, little one?" Ryan asks concern, seeping into his voice. 

How do you tell your brothers that it's your fault you got grouped by some strange creep?

"It's all my fault," I say, my voice breaking off at the end. 

"No, it's not Denver. You hear me? This is NOT your fault," Andrew immediately says in a stern voice.

"but it is," I say as I close my eyes, letting a few tears fall behind my eyelashes. 

"No. It's. Not." Andrew says, enunciating each word as if he's trying to drill them in my head.

 "It is Andrew, I saw him the last time we went to the mall. He was staring right at me, I knew he was trouble, and I did nothing about it," I say voicing my thoughts from earlier. 

I'm crying now, I can't help it. I feel so stupid right now. None of the boys sitting around me would be stupid enough to let this kind of thing happen.

"You what!!!!" Jack yells at me. "How could you not tell us" he continues. 

I close my eyes again, in hopes of calming myself down. 

"Jack, stop yelling at him," Ryan yells at Jack. 

Both boys have their fists clenched. 

"Boys, stop!" Andrew yells at them both. 

I'm just sitting here, watching them yell at each other. If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be yelling at each other. Everything is my fault. 

"How could you not have told us," Jack says, but now his voice just sounds broken. 

I would honestly prefer it if he just yelled at me, I deserved it anyway.

"I didn't know, I just wanted you guys to stop worrying about me and have a good time. I didn't want to mess it up." I say, looking at the ground. 

That's what I do though, I mess things up. I always do. Andrew scoots closer to me, bringing his fingers under my chin to force me to look at him.

"We are always going to worry about you, baby, we don't care about having a good time. We just want you safe. You wouldn't have messed anything up, you could never mess anything up," Andrew says in a soft voice. 

Can he read minds? Hearing him say that makes me feel better, but I still feel like it's my fault.

 "oh, and Denver," He adds.

"yeah" I answer in a questioning tone.

"This isn't your fault, nothing that happened today is your fault. You couldn't have done anything about it, so stop saying that, please." He pleads with a hurt expression flooding his face. 

Yeah, he can definitely read minds, no questions. I don't answer him, I just bury my face in his chest as he wraps his arms around me. 

"Just make sure you tell us everything, no matter the situation," Ryan orders while walking over to me and putting a comforting hand on my shoulder.

I just nod, not really knowing what else to say.

 "You want to talk about today," Drew asks, but the sound is muffled, considering my head is squished between his chest and arms. 

 "No, not really," I simply say, hoping that it's a good enough answer.

 "I just never want to leave your guys' side," I say in a soft voice.

 "I second that," Jack says, speaking up for the first time in a while

 "Third" Andrew says

"Fourth," Ryan says. 

I huff out a laugh, enjoying how everything seems to fall back into place.

 Edited A/N~sorry about the almost complete re-written chapter. The more I read it, the more I hated it lol. I think this is much better, honestly. Hope y'all liked it!! Until next time💜