Tyler's POV.

A sigh of relief escaped met when I saw our house standing there, waiting for us. Ethan was fast asleep next to me and let out a quiet snore. I rolled my eyes and slowed down, preparing to turn into the driveway. I noticed that Chica was outside so I waved at her and I could tell she was happy to see us. I gently nudged Ethan and he blinked a couple times.

Deciding to mess with him I smiled, "WHAT'S UP MY CRANKY CREW!!" He let out a groan and screamed no.

I sat in the driveway laughing for a good few minutes until we calmed down enough to not laugh at anything that moved. I shut the car down and grabbed my bags from the back along with Ethan's. We went around back and unlocked the door with the spare set of keys. Chica bounced around behind us and Ethan scratched her behind the ears.

Thinking Mark was up because Chica was outside I called out to him. All that greeted me was silence and the occasional dripping sound.

"Mark?" I dropped the bags and walked into the den. Nothing.

"Mark? Where are you?" I turned into the living room and my eyes widened.

"Ethan call 911," I mumbled.

"Why?" He tried looking around me.

"Just do it!" I yelled as I ran over to Mark.

I heard the operator answer and I screamed help. Ethan was pacing around explaining how we found him like this. I looked at all the empty beer bottles that were shattered on the floor and looked at Mark awestruck.

"What the HELL were you thinking Mark!?" I slapped his face a couple times and his eyes fluttered open.

He gave a shaky breath trying to speak, " 'ey Tyler " he slurred.

How is he still awake after all of those beers? Especially with his condition... "Mark the hell man! Why were you drinking?" His normally goofy laugh came out ominous.

"Why not?" He glanced at me, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"And Ethan?" Ethan was still talking to the operator, "shut the damn phone off. I'm fine." Ethan had a scared look in his eyes, like a caged animal.

"N-no you're not!" Was he crying?

Mark chuckled darkly and pushed himself to his feet. He stumbled over to Ethan and I grabbed his arm. He whipped around and landed it on the side of my skull. My world started having a red tinge to it. I didn't let go and he grabbed a beer bottle and smashed it on my head.

Ethan's POV

Tyler dropped to the floor and a small pool of blood gathered around his head. Mark looked back at me unfazed at what he did.

"Now, give me the phone." I took a shaky breath and held it out to him.

"Thank you." He took it and smashed it on the floor.

He took a side step and I ran over to Tyler, kneeling in shards of glass. I heard a grunt and saw Mark wide-eyed, blood dripping down his nose and mouth, holding his chest. He tried grabbing the table but missed and landed on his face. His face unmoving with a pool of blood gathering near his mouth. I called 911 again and explained what had happened again, still in shock.

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Hahaha, cliff hanger! Just wanted to update sorry it's short!

Ike out BYE BYE!!!