Becker's POV...

What was I thinking, letting the guys talk me into having a party at my house? By far one of the stupidest things I've let happen. And Greya! She's never been to a party and she chooses my party of all parties.

Greya left and no everything's a blur. After I cleaned all the blood off my hands and face, I went back downstairs to rejoin the party. Knowing I almost made Greya cry, pains me to think about it. Hurting her is the last thing I'd ever want to do. Her following me up to the bathroom surprised me at first and I should've welcomed her help. She called me "B" and that made me fall from the ledge I was already teetering from. My mother always called me that and when Greya uses it as a nickname for me, it always does me in.

"Oh my god, Beck baby! Are you ok? I heard about the fight!" Layla tries to reach her hand up to touch my face but I grab her wrist mid-motion. "Get away from me Layla," I growl at her. I'm not in the mood to deal with her right now.

" What's your problem Becker, I thought we were supposed to hang out tonight?" She flips her red hair drastically away from her face, exposing all her freckles and looks at me with her beady brown eyes. If looks could kill, I'd be dead for not giving into her.

"Not tonight Layla, go find someone else to bother," I start to walk away from her.

"Fine, no one wants to be around your weird ass issues anyway. I bet Declan will give me the attention I deserve," she yells towards my back. " Good luck with that," I mumble back, knowing Dec only has eyes for Ari.

I walk around the crowds of drunk teens who are making a mess out of my house. Tomorrow's going to be hell trying to clean it all.

I make my way over to the pool, hopefully I don't find some random body lying face down. Courtney is all over some guy's lap, it makes me smirk when I walk by them. She was pissed I left her in the bedroom when poor Greya found her naked in my bed.

My mind drifts to Greya again. I can't believe she wanted to play that stupid truth or dare game and when she was dared to skinny dip with me, I almost fell out of my chair. I can imagine her trying to hide her perfect little athletic body away from me while her and I swim in the pool. The look on her face though proved that she would never follow through with that dare. I don't know if that is what upset me or if it was the fact that she would have to get naked and some drunk asshole at this party would see her body. The thought of that made my blood boil. If it wasn't for Courtney getting all jealous and possessive over me at that moment, I might've had to knock out the next person who dared Greya to do anything else. So I removed myself from the situation and went up to my bedroom. Courtney apparently followed me and decided to undress herself while I was in the bathroom. Stupid girl, I had no idea she was in there, thinking I'd get into bed with her...that is until Greya walked into the wrong room and Courtney began screaming at her. I feel like shit now. Letting Courtney have her way with me was never going to be my intention, yet the way Greya found her in my bed sent her the wrong impression of me. I want to strangle Courtney for putting me in that position.

Surprisingly, no one is out here by the pool, only a chair in the corner I can sit and hide in. The cool air feels nice against my busted lip and I'm instantly reminded of how Greya followed me to the bathroom and tried to tend to my wounds. I'm surprised she even bothered with the way I usually treat her. She barely talks to me at school, although I don't blame her since I'm usually the one being a jerk. Like tonight. Anyway, It's my fault we don't talk to each other much. If we did that would mean getting closer to her and I can't do that to her or to my own sanity.

I know she noticed me flinch when she was just trying to apply a washcloth to stop the bleeding. She always notices. I've managed to fool most people but not her. This isn't the first time Greya's seen me flinch either. She's silently watched me for the last five years, trying to figure me out and it feels almost cruel having her wonder for so long...I'd like to know what she really thinks of me? Does she pity me? Whatever she thinks, she keeps it to herself. She knows I'm not normal. It's just what I do whenever someone touches me or looks like they're about to touch me...I'm messed up, a consequence of Jacks endless torture. Greya was trying to help me because that's who she is and because she noticed my fucked up reaction, I got angry at her and she left.

Before I know it, the sun is shining through the windows and I hear Cohen telling people to wake up and get the fuck out. I make my way into the kitchen, happy I don't have a hangover like the sore bunch sprawled out on my living room floor.

"Hey man! You alright?" Declan asks me. "Yeah I'm fine," I respond to him.

"Good, the kitchen is almost clean, you should probably go up and check all the bedrooms for stragglers," he suggests. I chuckle. He's right, who knows what I'm going to find up there. Alec I'm sure locked himself in his room all night like I told him too, and I made sure mine and Jack's rooms were locked, so that leaves the guest room.

Besides the scattered red solo cups laying around, the upstairs doesn't look too bad. Cohen's shoving the last person out the door when I get downstairs. "It's just about clean here, can you handle the rest?" Cohen asks me. "Yeah, sure, thanks for cleaning and everything else." He grabs a few full garbage bags on the way out with Declan. " See you at practice tomorrow morning then," he says to me. "Shit! I almost forgot about Sunday morning practice...see you guys tomorrow morning I guess."

After I make sure the house was all in order, I decide to take Alec to the diner for some lunch. He's a good kid, he stayed away from the party last night like I told him to without too much complaining.

"I spoke to that girl Grey you're always gawking about," Alec smirks at me while we take a seat at our booth.

"When?" I ask surprised.

"She was looking for a bathroom last night and found my room instead... I can see why you're always looking at her... she's hot! And those eyes!"

"Shut up," I cut him off from saying anything else. She's too damn perfect for someone like me and I've spent five grueling years trying to remind myself of that.

He throws his hands up to surrender. "I'm just saying bro, you should go for her."

"I can't, and she's not interested in me," my hand automatically rubs the back of my neck while I think about how messed up I am. I could never be with someone like her. She wouldn't want to be with me anyway once she figures me out.

Alec doesn't push the subject any further, he sees what I endure at home. I'm not going to let him feel bad about it though, I'm his older brother and it's my job to protect him from all that shit.

Later that night I'm brutally woken up from what I think is a nightmare, only this nightmare is real and I feel like I'm drowning. The alcohol's burning my eyes and I taste it in my mouth as a body stands above me pouring the contents of the bottle all over my face.

I scramble to stand up from my bed.  Trying to wipe the liquid from my eyes with my hands so I can see what's coming next. "What the..." I can't even finish what I wanted to say before a fist jabs into the side of my head and knocks my body into my night stand.

"What did I tell you about staying out of trouble while I was gone! You think I wouldn't know about your little party," Jack spits in my face. He's stumbling towards me, obviously inebriated and therefore angry.

"First your mother thinks she can pull one over on me, and now you keep trying," he screams while landing a left hook to my right eye.

I know why he's home early now. He's completely wasted and has no where else to go and nothing else to do. Jack may have played in the NFL but any chance of a respectable job with them or with anyone else went out the window as soon as he starting relying on the bottle; when he realized his injury would sideline him forever.

I've quickly learned that any choice I make comes with his consequences. He's ruthless tonight though and I'm going to have to try to fight back or he's really going to hurt me this time.

I block his next punch which makes him angrier and he grabs me by the neck, chocking me up against the wall. Alec bursts into the room and my eyes dart straight at him with worry. "Dad! Stop! You're hurting him!" I hear Alec yell. I don't want Jack to turn on him so I knee him in the gut and he momentarily releases his grip on my throat. "Alec, get in your room and lock the door," I plead with him. That's the last thing I remember before waking up the next morning at Cohen's house.