The End Game

Chapter 4- Allys P.O.V

I arose the next morning to wake up in Cale's bed. 'How did I get up here?' I looked down onto the ground. My stuff was still there as-well. 'Maybe he slept in the guest room. Kyle always slept on the couch.' I slowly crawled out, and wrapped my blanket around my shoulders. The cold fluffy texture brushing against my neck. I went downstairs to be greeted with- you guessed it- Kane and Finn.

"Hey guys." I mumbled and jumped up onto the counter after putting the coffee on. "Hey Ally?" I turned around and it was Kane. "Hm?" I brushed my mangled hair behind my ear. And locked his gaze. "How are you feeling? Okay?" He sat next to me. Kyle had appeared in front of us fuming. And before I knew it, Kane's collar on his shirt was wrapped around Kyle's fist. He had one arm up to punch him.

"Kyle stop! Please!" I tried to plead with him. My heart was racing a million miles a minute. 'No one else can get hurt. Not anymore.' I jumped down and hugged Kyle. "Please, please stop." I cried into the cotton, my tears dripping down my face. "P..please Kyle.." he let Kane go, and hugged me.

"It's okay Ally, no ones going to be hurting anyone." I pushed away from him and he lowered to my height. "I'm so sorry." Kane had walked off and continued playing video games with Finn and Cale. I nodded and went over to the couch. I curled my knees to my chest and pulled out my phone.

'You have 6 unread messages', it popped up onto the screen and I shoved it into my pocket. I leaned back onto the arm-rest. "Ally?" Finn had joined me and pulled me to him. "Yes?" I tried to sit up but the tight grip he had on me was deathly. "Are you okay?" I nodded "I'm okay, let me go Finn." He had a history of doing this kind of stuff.