FUCK.
Brian had seen me kissing Matt. Now what?

"Breakfast is ready." Brian said grimly. He just stood there and stared at us.

"Thanks, man. Well, I guess I'll go downstairs, then." Matt said, rather awkwardly. Matt got up from his seat on the window bench, and left the room, leaving me alone with Brian. Awkward.

"I guess I'll go grab some breakfast, too." I didn't want to have to deal with Brian right now, I had to get out of this room, fast. I started to walk towards the door, but Brian caught me by the arm. He turned to face me, and smashed his lips to mine. I could taste a hint of alcohol on his breath.

I couldn't help but to pull away from him, I was stunned, first off, and second, I was too damn close to agreeing with giving Matt a chance to turn back now.

"Brian, what are you doing?"

"You kissed me first, this morning. Now I can't kiss you?"

"Not after you just watched me kiss your best friend!"

"Yeah, what's up with that? You kiss me this morning, and act like you want me right then and there in the damn pool, then you run away, and I find you later making out with Matt!"

"I'm sorry, Brian, I..."

"You know what, you're right, I can't kiss you after I just saw you kiss my best friend. It's sickening. You disgust me." He turned, and walked out the bedroom door

"Brian, please wait! Let me explain."

"No. No explanation needed. You're a slut." He turned to face me. Oh, no. He did not just call me a slut. Before he could turn away to descend the stairs, I reached out, and smacked him right across his face. The sound resonated through the house.

"What the hell is going on up there?!" I heard Zacky yell, followed my many footsteps climbing the nearby stairs. I couldn't stop myself. I was so mad, I felt almost defeated. I hadn't realized until now how much anger I had pent up inside of me. Ever since Aden put his hands on me, I've been bottling my feelings up inside, afraid.

I didn't even think twice, before I knew it, I was reaching out my other hand to slap him, again. I hit him right above his jaw, and his face turned to the side.

"YOU'RE.AN.ASSHOLE!" I spat at him. I reached out, a third time, but he was too quick, he grabbed my wrist before I could make contact. Sam came up the stairs first, and made a bee line for me. He tried to grab me, but I pushed him away, and tried to rip my hand from Brian's grip. I heard a crack, and then I screamed. "Fuck! Now you're really gonna get it!" Just then, someone grabbed my waist, and pulled me away from Brian. "Let go of me!" I thrashed and kicked with all of my might, but whoever it was, was strong.

"Dammit!" Zacky yelled, as one of my kicking legs made contact. Matt came over to us, and helped Zacky try to control me, and calm me down. Jimmy and Johnny walked Brian down the stairs, he needed to calm down, also. Sam looked stunned. I felt so bad, I broke down.

"Hey," Sam said soothingly. "It's okay, honey. Everything will be alright." Zacky and Matt released me from their grips, and I slumped to the ground.

"Everything will not be alright." I sobbed. The guys leaned down to my level, Sam rubbing my back, Matt holding my hand, and Zacky just there to help. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to do all that."

"You don't have to be sorry," Zacky soothed. "Brian can be a real asshole sometimes, and he has been drinking slightly this morning, he probably deserved it, whatever he did."

"Everything will be alright, baby girl." Sam said, pulling me in for a hug.

"No, it won't."

"Why do you say that?" Sam pulled away, looking at me questioningly.

"I'm pregnant."