Stay. [Editing]

Thirty Nine. The House.

Brianna's P.O.V

I jump out of bed and take a long soothing shower. I dress in tight jeans, a baggy Adidas top, black sneakers and head downstairs. Today me and Charlie were going to fetch Samuel from the airport and taking him out for lunch. We first eat breakfast and start teasing the guys. They were heading into town for a so called 'guys day' whatever that is. We take Charlie's Mercedes and drive off and yours truly was driving of course.

"Do you think the guys will call, cause I want to switch off my phone." I stare at the silent button

"Is that the most rhetorical question you've ever asked in your life?" She laughs

"No, its just that they know how these days with Samuel are important to us, so they wouldn't want to disturb." I glare at her

"Fine, will switch em off for three hours, or they'll start thinking something happened to us and start they helicopter search." She switches off her phone

"Why do they have a flipping helicopter, they teenagers like the fuck!" I start the car and we start the drive.

A few long agonizing minutes later we arrive at the airport and wait for their plane to land.

"Do you think the guys that's fly the private jets hate they lives?" I ask and fold my arms

"I don't know, would you hate your life?" She looks at me

"I already hate my life, so I'm under qualified to answer that question." I smile

"Well, sorry but nothing is gonna fix that! And how can you hate your life with me in it, ungrateful little ass..." She smiles back

"I can think of a whole lot of reasons!" Before she could respond Sam comes running towards us with his arm wide open.

I kneel down to hug him. "Hey, how was your flight."

"Like every other flight. Boring." he smiles at Charlie

We grab his bags and head for the car. We head home. On the way home all we could hear were endless sirens and could smell something burning.

"I'm betting a woman was burning his ex husbands clothes on tall grass." Charlie laughs

Then we all start laughing at the idea, until we arrive.

"Or it could be our entire house burning down." Our eyes widen as we all exit the car.

Our house is on fire. Why is it on fire? What is going on?

I head straight for a police officer as the heal of my heels hit the hard tar "What happened?" I look back at the house "The hell happened?"

"We don't know yet Miss..." He responds while scanning me

"Call me Brianna and this is our house." I respond as I take a look at his name tag "Mr. Damn that's hard to pronounce."

"Well Brianna, we don't know the cause of the fire but as soon as we done putting it out we going to let you know." he goes back to staring at the burning house

Who knew the second time I talk to a police officer its the time I'm asking bout our house, thought it'd be because Thomas and Christopher were caught with weed in the car. Wow.

Charlie comes towards the house and nearly shatters crying. I felt the same but decided I'd start crying when the guys get here.

As soon as the guys arrive halve an hour later. The police officer comes towards us with a sheet of paper. He clears his throat.

"I'm sorry but, someone must've set fire to the house deliberately, because there is no faulty wiring or anything leading to an accidental fire." He turns around and walks away

Charles couldn't have done this, nor my dad and we pretty much don't have any more enemies. And I'm not about to start acting like some teenage detective. I turn to Chris

"So what hotel will we be staying in?" I smile fighting myself not to cry

Later.

We were in one of the hotels in the city I was on the couch trying my literal best to try and control my urge to burst into tears, that house was everything to me, even though we were moving out, we were gonna come back and raise our kids there. I couldn't help but hug a pillow and grip the remote.

Chris sits next me and says "They found the cause of the fire and have already arrested the culprit."

Nicks sits next to me and brushes small circles on my back "I'm sorry babe."

I couldn't hold it in anymore, I burst into literal tears and bury my face into his chest. I held on to him like I was falling. I didn't know what to feel. I mean it was our house, so many fucked up memories in that house, so many mornings spent crying in that corner of my room. I just wanted to go with it I guess, I didn't know why but it just made some sense since u couldn't help falling apart in my boyfriends arms. I later fall asleep on the couch. I guess Nick carried me to our room cause I woke up with my hand on his chest and our legs intertwined. I slowly slip out of bed and unlock my phone, it was barely six am and I was already up, truly something I've never seen before.

I head to the bathroom which was nothing like mine, it was kinda prettier. I splash my face with warm water repeatedly hoping this was some kind of messed up dream, warning me someone wants to burn down the house. I sit on the toilet and cover my face with hands begging myself not to cry. I slip off my clothes and decide to take a shower. As soon as I walk out Nick was sitting at the end of the bed.

I walk into the room. "Are you okay?" I ask as I dry my braids

He exhales and walks towards me "Becka is the one who set the house on fire, she confessed this morning." He hugs me

"Okay, when can I go put a bullet in her head?" I let go

"No!" He kisses my forehead

"Why the fuck not? Bitch needs to pay!"

"Yeah, but you might actually kill her, I mean you and Charlie are like assassins when it comes to this kind of things." He sits back on the bed

"Yes and that's why we gonna do it!" I walk out of my room and into the next room

Charlie was already dressed and had a gun on the coffee table. I tighten my towel and walk towards her.

"I'm guessing you heard?"

She stands up and faces me "Is that what you wearing?"

I turn back and pace to my room. I dress in skin tight jeans, a black top and my favorite converse shoes.

We head to the prison, Nick, Kristen and Chris were slowly following behind us.

As soon as we arrived. The police officer that handled this case met us at the door, he explained everything, he later lead us all to the interrogation room to meet Becka. We all walked and locked the officer out of the room.

Charlie placed her hands on the table "You best know, that you'll never be safe, even in prison."

"You're absolutely not gonna get away with this!" I smile

We unlock the door as the police were banging on it. We all leave and head out.

She was definitely going to pay.