All five of us walked out of the building, Jeremy holding my hand and Vincent wrapping his arm around my shoulders. I really didn't want to go home and deal with Marcus. " Hey, " Mike said pulling me from my thoughts "why don't we go with you, you can pack up your things and stay with one of us." I looked at them, not sure if he was joking or not. They all have me a warm smile, so nodded and agreed. I hopped in the driver seat and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet, and I  was nervous. Marcus would be home right now waiting for me. Soon I pulled into the driveway and got out. 

The guys came with me, standing close so I didn't get hurt. I didn't even get into the house before I heard Marcus yelling at me. "Where were you," he screamed at me " you were supposed to make my breakfast bitch!! " He was about to slap me, so I closed my eyes waiting for it to happen. When it never came, I peeked to see what was going on. Vincent had caught Marcus's hand in a tight grip and for once, he wasn't smiling. "You call yourself a man," he said in a serious voice " you make me sick. " Vincent pushed Marcus away from me, while Scott called the police. "Jere, you go help (y/n) with her stuff," Mike said " Vincent and I will deal with him. " I nodded and took Jeremy by the arm, leading him up to my room. 

Jere and I were putting clothes in my duffle bag, when we heard a yell from downstairs. "Here keep putting stuff in there." I said running out of the room and leaning over the banister. All I saw was Mike holding his nose and the police coming in. I came down the stairs to Mike "Are you ok!?" He took his hand away and inspected it, looking for blood. " Yeah I'm fine, " he replied "the bastard headbutt me in the face." Looking over at a couple officers, Marcus was in handcuffs. He took one look at me and tried to get to me. Scott pulled me closer to him, and Mike stood in front of me. A police officer came over to me "Are you Marcus Jones' girlfriend?" He asked taking out a notepad and pencil. I nodded with a small 'yes sir' and stepped forward. "Well I need some evidence that he was abusive toward you." Understanding , you rolled up your sleeve to show the bruises and cuts. The officer nodded with a sympathetic look, and write things down. They soon left, and even though Marcus was gone, this house held and memories. 

 "Hey (y/n)," Scott said " you can sleep over at my place tonight if you want. " I agreed and went to get my duffle bag. All of us hopped back into the car, since they left their cars at the pizzeria. I already dropped Mike and Vince off, and we're going to drop off Jeremy. Pulling into the driveway, I thanked him again as he got out of the car. I was about to drive away when I heard yelling coming from inside the house. "Scott come on," I said " we need to help him! " We got out of the car and came through the front door. Jeremy was on the floor shaking, while his father was standing over him. "Hey," I  called out " leave him alone! " He looked over at me and gave a look of disgust. "So these people are who you hang out with? Heh pathetic." Scott stepped toward him, hands called into fists. "To be quite frank with you sir, the only reason I haven't broken your nose is because I don't want to go to jail." While his father was distracted , Jeremy had managed to crawl over to me. "Are you ok honey?"  I asked him with concern laced in my voice. He only nodded, getting up from the floor.       " Scott let's go. " I said grabbing his hand and walking out the door. We all got in the car and drive off to Scott's place. "Jere, you can stay with me," Scott said " I'm not going to let you go back there. " Jeremy let out a small ok, still shaking. 

Once we all got to Scott's place, I said that I would take the couch. However, Scott said that me and Jere could have his bed because it was a king sized bed. So both of you got dressed, and went to sleep so you could be alert for work tomorrow.