After I had gotten dressed, very cautiously, and painfully, I might add, I made my way downstairs to the living room. Once there, I found all of the guys sitting, waiting for me.

"Okay, Bradley, I'm going to take you to the doctor." Sam started. "The rest of the guys are going to go out... for a bit."

"Out for a bit my ass. They're going to kill him, Sam!" I shouted, suddenly panicked. Tears started pricking the corners of my eyes. What if Aden escaped and came for me again? What if this time I didn't survive the attack? What if I never got to see these guys ever again?

"Sweetie, it's okay. Calm down." Sam said soothingly, as he wiped away the fresh tears on my face.

"We aren't going to kill him, we are just going to teach him a lesson, Bradley. He hurt you, terribly. We can't let him get away with this." Matt said walking over to me.

"What about jail, did you ever think of that? I can't have you guys going to jail over me!"

"If anybody is going to jail, he is. I'll drag his ass there, myself." Brian said, standing up from the couch. He walked over to the door, and grabbed his car keys. "Come on, guys. We have things to do." With that said, the rest of the guys followed Brian out to his car, and they left.

"Alright." Sam said. "You ready to go to the doctor?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I waited for Sam to grab his keys, and followed him out the door.
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The doctor visit had came and went better than I had planned or thought. I had lost a significant amount of blood, but with minor antibiotics, the cuts would be healing in no time, or so the doctor had said. I was really scraped up, and in pain, but the medicine the doctor prescribed was helping some.

It was currently going on 6:30 in the afternoon, and still no sign of the guys. After they left around 11:00 this morning, Sam and I hadn't seen or heard anything from them. I didn't no whether to stay calm, and hope for the best, or alert the local police for five crazed killers on the loose in search of my ex.

7:00 rolled around, and the guys finally piled back in the house. If they'd killed a whole city full of people, you sure couldn't tell it. For all I knew, by the looks of them, they'd been taking a leisurely walk all day.

"Where the fuck have you guys been?! Sam and I have been worried sick! We hadn't heard from you or seen you since this morning!"

"Calm down, babe. We took care of everything. He won't be hurting you anymore." Matt said, walking up to me. Babe? What, was he my boyfriend now?

"Well babe, I was terribly worried about all of you. After what he did to me, Lord only knows what he's capable of. What do you mean exactly by you took care of everything? You didn't kill him, did you?!"

"Maybe." Brian said, with a slight smirk playing on his lips. I gasped in horror. "Chill. I'm just kidding."

"No, we didn't kill him, Bradley. We just taught him a lesson. You know, beat him up a little bit. Or... a lot. But nothing will come of it, he's too much of a chicken shit to tell anyone, and he knows, if he did, we'd be paying him another visit, in jail." Zacky said.

"He's in jail?"

"Where the fuck do you think we took him to, the playground?" Brian retorted, sarcastically.

"No, we didn't take him to jail, but you could. I meant that we'd be taking him to jail if he tried anything else. Brain will you stop being a dick. She's been through enough." Zacky snapped at Brian.

"Looks like we need to declaw the kitten!" Jimmy yelled, running into the kitchen. Most likely, to grab beers, and celebrate their accomplishment.