Life was messy. It was out of control, never in a good way.

Like Papi suffered a little attack due to high sugar, making me guilty thinking about all time I've bought him oreos and banned foods. It was excruciating seeing him lying with IVs and the light that could lit whole country had dimmed drasticallyin his eyes. I was either crying or sleeping, not bothering to crack a smile at his lame joke.

Everytime he tried to cheer us up, it felt more wrong. He was supposed to be taken care and by coming to hospital, we had done a great job at that. I swore I wouldn't put his life at stake.

At one point he swatted me out of the room saying the grumpy nurse was more fun. Nevertheless, I had work to do. Dad assured me he would inform me about the situation daily. I was able to put on a smile during my good byes kisses to Papi.

Moreover, I cried my way home with Matt comforting me all the way. I finally saw it. The fear of losing the loved ones. The fear of living without the person that had been an essential part of your life.

My eyes were puffed and red with dried tears on my cheek. No amount of water removed the stain as tears flood back again.

"Emily!", I was stopped.

Not him.

I was drained and had little energy that I relunctantly saved for my way  home. I had three days of work plus the job I left unattended. I was grateful Matt showed up at the last minute, driving me home as fast he could, pacifying me on the way.

My thoughts were interrupted when I saw a familiar chocolate brown eyes came into view.

"Emily, what happened? Why are you crying?", he asked with face contorting in panic.

My eyes were drooping from the emotional drain and Matt was busy picking our bags.

"I am tired", I said weakly and tried to go past him. He rounded and blocked me.

"Please, tell me what happened?", the concern in his voice annoyed me. Nope his voice annoyed me. I wasn't in the right mood and bad health.

I tried to escape his trap but he was adamant on my answer. "I am tired, Connor. Please let me go", I whispered unable to bring out a normal voice.

"Tell me, please. I am worried about you. Did something happen? Why are you so pale? Are you not well? Where were you past four days?". Every question he threw was building up pressure inside me.

I fisted my hands on side, took a deep breath and shouted, "Leave me alone!!". The voice was raspy, scratched my throat during the outlet. Connor was taken aback giving me a gentle space to squeeze through.

The effect of shouting or my lack of energy, I stumbled forward hitting my knees. The familiar smell hit when a pair of hands held me, helping me standing up. Matt was with the bags and the moment he saw me wobbly, he was there prying me out of Ryder's arm.

Ryder's eyes were trained on me.When Connor stepped forward, he stood infront of me placing a hand on his chest.

"Let's give her some space", he said and pulled Connor along with him.

Matt piggybacked to the apartment, put me in the bed and Abby was there with a medical kit aiding my knee. I didn't even hit hard. It was a scrape that wouldn't even need a band aide but I let her to decorate my leg to look like I displaced the knee cap.

The day was still early. The last minute I saw was ten in 11'o clock.

Sleep was untethered. No dream, no thoughts, no disturbance, perfect temperature and perfect bed.

I woke up around 4 and stumbled my way back to living room.

"Why can't you just understand?", I heard Luke from Abby's room. The door was ajar with Abby and Luke standing in the middle of the room, while Abby looked furious and Luke looked exasperated.

"What's happening in here?", I asked yawning. Both turned towards me.

"Oh in the love of god, please tell confronting Dustin is a bad move", he said rolling his eyes.

I bounced in her bed having an out of body experience.

"He cheated on me and betrayed and have my video and threatening Em", she raised her voice as she ran out of oxygen.

"You are trying to provoke him. You are just doing what he wanted from you.", Luke shouted throwing his hands in the air.

So, Matt wasn't home.

"Guys, what's happening and Luke is right, we are not confronting him directly when he has something against us?"

"Thanks Em. She is going on about how she is going to break his nose when he comes home at  6.  Before your next question, he asked Ab if they could meet and she said yes, both of them thinking about hitting something". That pretty much summed up the situation.

Now all we have to plan was how we were going to get his phone and see how many people he had sent.

Time rolled quickly and before we knew, it was 6 and the bell dinged. We took a few breathers before Abby attend the door.

Next moment, he was harassing her lips with his.

Luke and I ran into Abby's room and Abby came in few minutes later, wiping her lips over and over again.

I never thought this day would come where I pitied Abby.

Next step of the plan had to be executed and Abby was least excited.

We moved according to the plan greeting him shortly as we moved to the kitchen. With him giving me grin, I almost went with Abby's plan to bash his face.

If Ryder was worse threatening me with the video, the monster sitting in our couch was entitled to any words worse than worse.

"Go", I mouthed Abby as she frowned and carried the juice. She faked a smile as she was nearing him.

As planned, she tripped on the carpet and landed the three juices that was in the largest glass we ever had, straight on pocket where he had kept his phone, which she found while kissing him.

He gasped plucking out his keys along with his phone. Before he could react further, Abby straddled him in the couch.

Me and Luke went out the door and Abby mouthed us ' Don't leave me' while grinding him. Dustin was enjoying too much to acknowledge our exit.

We both were ears down on the door, gaging hearing their moaning sound.

It become louder and louder and stopped. Abby voice boomed through the door. She was taking him to her room. The door crashed loudly, we both stumbled back into the house.

The house was echoing their animalistic make out while I fiddled with his phone. Abby told us the password, told ya she was sneaky.

My heart was racing, my hands shaking in fear.

I quickly downloaded the software to lock Abby's video in his gallery. It was supposed ti delete when he opens or shares. That bastard had other two videos similar to Abby.

He didn't back up in his phone anywhere.

There sounds were proliferating. I knew they were coming out soon. I stumbled into the chats, scrolling through each.

He sent the video to Ryder and one other guy named Thomas.

A text from Ryder catched my eyes. It was after the video was sent and Dustin was making fun of Abby. It started with 'Don't you dare..' and Abby's room door opened. My face was red and shocked.

Luke plucked the phone. Locked and threw on the couch and pulled us out of the house before anyone stepped out of the room.

My breathing was labored mainly from the anger and a load of adrenaline.

The cold air hit as we left the elevator making me more numb. We were making rounds around the compound aimlessly, to release the heat.

Luke was cussing every words he knew, almost on the verge of the tears. My mind was replaying the text.

As I read, it was a serious conversation between them, Dustin making fun of the video and Ryder shutting it out.

Don't you dare what?

Don't you dare talk to me like that or don't you dare send anyone else or don't you dare stop sending me videos like that?

Because as I read it was clear Ryder wasn't enjoying Dustin's idiocy.

I zoned in when I heard Luke's loud voice. He wasn't next to me and I turned around to see him punching a guy, who was covering himself for protrection.

I took off towards them and pushed bulky Luke aside by collision. When he stumbled out of the way, I bent towards the bloody body.

"Connor"