Aimee looks in Liam and Callum's direction for the fifth time since they both left towards the bar.

"Oh, my god you have a thing for him!" Josie squeals.

"For the millionth time, no. We fought before but now we are simpatico with one another. He's okay, I guess."

"And you like him." Josie chuckles.

"You're impossible." Aimee rolls her eyes. "What do you think they're talking about?"

"Oh, just arranging the details for the engagement, or maybe Callum is getting a kickback from selling you to the Forsythe's."

Aimee hits her softly on her right arm. "Stupid you."

"I thought that was you! How are you, Josester?" A guy approaches from the left-hand side. He is as tall as Liam but skinnier, he has wavy hair and tanned skin, his Aussie accent is also more pronounced.

"Matthew!" Josie greets him enthusiastically, "When did you come back?"

Matthew steals a glance in Aimee's direction. "Just a couple of days ago. It's great to see you." He turns his attention back to Aimee. "I don't think we've met."

"This is my cousin, Aimee. Aimes, this is Matthew. We all grew up together. He's been travelling Europe."

Aimee looks impressed. "Wow, was it all you thought it was going to be?"

Matthew gives her an enchanting smile. "Even more. Are you from England?"

Aimee nods.

"I loved England. May I join you?"

Josie gestures for him to take a seat, and Matthew takes the seat next to Aimee and focuses his attention on her. "Where are you from in England?"

"London." She looks at the bar and notices that Liam has a piercing glare at the newcomer. Somehow, Aimee senses the fresh addition is not welcomed to the table. "I think you guys want to catch up, and I need to see if those two will not kill each other." Aimee gets her drink and pushes her chair behind. "I'll get out of your way."

Matthew, that grips her wrist, pulling her closer to him, holds her arm. "You don't have to leave. Josie and I are great mates. We can always catch up during our next hiking trip."

Aimee glances at his arm, which is tightly gripped around her wrist. "I need to speak to my brother." She stutters.

"What are you doing?"

Aimee lifts her eyes to the side and sees an enraged Liam next to her. He removes Matthew's grip from her wrist and pushes her, placing his body between her and Matthew.

"Liam! You're back?" Matthew says, visibly upset with Liam's presence.

Liam closes his fists. "I guess so are you."

Aimee glances between them. "I assume you both know one another."

Matthew turns his attention back to Aimee. "Liam and I are old mates." He plasters a fake smile.

Liam grabs him by the shoulder. "Don't speak to her."

Matthew retorts by grabbing his hand, shaking it off from him. He gets up to match Liam's stance. "Why not? Is she your girlfriend?"

"Guys, let's keep it cool," Josie warns.

Liam wraps his fist around Matthew's shirt. "Why did you come back?" he growls.

"Why did you?" Matthew retorts.

"Can someone tell me what the hell is happening here?" Aimee asks.

Matt smirks. "Liam here doesn't want me to talk to you. He knows what happens to beautiful women that get to know me..."

Liam doesn't wait for him to finish his sentence and lands a punch in his face. Matthew takes two steps back with the hit. He regains his balance, rubs his chin, and an evil glare haunts his face. He rolls his sleeves and readies himself to charge against Liam but the bouncer stops him.

"Not this again. You two want to fight. Do it outside." And drags the two men out.

Aimee stares, puzzled at the scene. "What was that all about?"

"Fuck!" Josie raises her voice and places her hands on her head. "Fuck!" Josie picks up her things. "Get your brother!"

"Are you serious?" she asks while her cousin leaves some money on the table and grabs her jacket from the back of the seat. "I don't know where he is!" Aimee stares at the bar counter. "Where are you going?" she yells, but Josie has already made her way out.

Aimee stands and looks around, trying to see her brother in between the crowd. She hesitates for a split second before grabbing her things and following her cousin.

Outside, the two men ready themselves. Liam takes his jacket and throws it in a corner, crumpled as if it's a piece of paper. Matthew picks up a hairband and ties his mid-length locks that cover his brown eyes.

"Just like old times, hey Liam."

Liam growls, his rage intensifying. Both men circle around one another, and this time around, Matthew starts the brawl, and lands a punch to Liam's face that retorts by docking his gut. The brawl is getting out of control. People from the bar and the street form a circle, chanting someone or the other's name and cheering them on as if they were watching a wrestling match. If any of the brawlers approximate the circle, they get pushed back in with cheers.

"This is crazy. Why is no one stopping them?" Aimee squints every time a punch lands against Liam.

Callum joins the commotion. "What the hell is happening?"

Aimee holds her brother's shirt. "Please, make it stop!"

Callum raises his eyebrows at his sister. He stares at both the men and the brawl. Although Matthew is skinnier than Liam, he is still stronger than Callum.

"Oh, man..." he sighs. "Fine." Callum already got punched by Liam, and apparently is now going against the other raging bull.

Callum pokes through the circle and runs between the two men. He pushes Liam aside, while the bartender from the Northern also interferes and intercedes by blocking Matthew's path.

"Let me go!" Liam's fitness ability is shown with the violent push against Callum's chest. Callum stumbles and almost falls on his back, but can regain momentum and steady himself.

Liam's veins are prominent in his neck and forehead. His face is red, and he is bleeding with a nasty cut near his left eye that is forcing his eye shut.

"Dude, calm the fuck down!"

His wild eyes stare at Callum's.

"You need to calm down. You are scaring the shit out of my sister."

Liam, for the first time, looks beyond Matthew and sees Aimee staring back at him, terrified.

"What pussy? Is that all you got?" Matthew warns him, attempting to release himself from the hold the other guy has on him.

Liam clutches his fist. His body tenses up again, ready to continue the conflict.

"Get him out of here!" The bartender advises Callum. "Or they will only stop when one is dead!"

Callum musters any strength he has left to combat Liam's impulses. Josie taps Aimee's arm and moves to pick up Liam's jacket. She takes his car keys from the pocket.

"I got his keys!" Josie walks towards the car park, and Callum forcefully pushes Liam away from the confusion.

Aimee stands still momentarily. She looks at Matthew, that glances at her with a wicked smile. She lowers her eyes to the floor and follows Josie quietly.

Once they get to the car, Callum pushes Liam inside the backseat and sits next to him, while Josie takes the wheel and Aimee takes the front passenger seat. Liam's face is bruised, battered, and bleeding.

"I'm taking you to the hospital." Josie turns the key in the ignition and starts the car.

"Just take me home." Liam mumbles.

"You must be shitting me," Josie says while pressing the accelerator pedal towards the nearest hospital. "I thought you were done with pulling this shit," Josie's voice raises.

Aimee glances at her cousin. She's never seen her this upset. She looks at Liam through the rearview mirror that keeps his head low.

Once they arrive at the hospital, both the men walk inside the hospital while Josie and Aimee take the car to the parking lot. Aimee is quiet, staring at her hands, nervously.

"There's history there in case you haven't noticed by the way they were both foaming at their mouth." Josie interrupts her thoughts. "Liam is a nice guy, but he is wrecked in his head." Josie parks the car. "You want me to take you home? I can take you and get back here to check up on him."

Aimee opens the door and climbs out of the car. "Let's go."

Josie nods and turns off the engine and they make their way inside the emergency room.

They enter the room and see Callum and Liam sitting in the waiting room. Liam has now a gauze over his eye, to stop the bleeding.

"We're waiting for our turn," Callum informs them.

"Shall we get a coffee? I guess we are going to be here for a while." Josie asks. "How do you take your coffee, Aimee?"

"None for me, thanks."

Callum gets up. "I could use one."

Josie and Callum make their way to the cafeteria, and Aimee sits next to Liam without professing a word. Liam holds his gauze with his left hand while Aimee glares at a painting across the room.

"So, that was interesting." She finally says, breaking up the silence. "You really like to punch your way through things, hey?"

Liam snickers.

"I'm trying to make light of the situation here, okay?" she retorts.

"Well, don't."

Aimee frowns, "Fine."

A doctor walks outside. "Liam Forsyth?"

Liam raises his hand and gets up. "Go home."

Aimee rolls her eyes. "Yes, I'll just drive your car away and go home right now."

Liam huffs, "Do whatever you want. Just be gone when I come out." And walks through the red and white doors of the emergency ward.

Aimee gets up, annoyed, and paces around the room. She turns a corner where there's a small piano. She stops a nurse that is passing through. "Sorry, can anyone play that piano?"

"Yes, as long you don't start playing anything too noisy."

Aimee sits at the piano. The waiting room is almost empty, and she figures no one is going to listen to her, anyway. She thinks of the fight and winces, and his harsh tone with her.

"Idiot," she mutters under her breath and starts playing a soft ballad.

Inside the emergency room, Liam sits on a bed that has green curtains masquerading as walls. He can hear the swooshing sound of the red and white door every 30 seconds. He winces in pain. The sound of the melody is transported with each swoosh, and for the second time, he hears her playing.

"The good news is that you will be sore in your abdomen, but nothing seems broken. I have ordered a scan just to make sure you don't have any internal bleeding. The bad news is that cut in your eye will need some stitches. A few inches closer and we might be talking differently, Mr Forsyth."

Liam nods, sitting on the hospital bed. His doctor, a middle-aged man, stares at his chart.

"Do you have anyone with you today?"

He remembers the words he said to Aimee before entering the emergency room. He shrugs in response.

"You'll need someone to drive you home. You're in no condition to drive. Do you need me to call someone?"

"I'll call a taxi," he responds mechanically, figuring she had left since the music has ceased outside.

After two hours and a prescription for pain meds, the doctor releases him, and Liam makes his way back to the waiting room, where Josie, Callum, and Aimee wait for him. He chuckles at the sight of Aimee half asleep on her brother's shoulder. While Josie has her head buried in a pamphlet that she is discussing thoroughly with her cousin. Liam walks slowly over to them, clutching his abdomen. His t-shirt is covered in blood and a patch covers his eye.

"There he is," Callum states cheerfully, awakening Aimee from her slumber.

"You waited for me?"

"Duh, do you think we would just take off?" Josie chimes.

He glances at Aimee, that lowers her eyes to the ground. She obviously has not spoken a word of his exchange with her to them.

Callum gets up and stretches. "Okay, let's go, I'm completely beat."

Aimee takes her brother's arm and leans on his shoulder, avoiding any eye contact with Liam. Liam circumvents Josie to get closer to Aimee and attempts to talk to her, but she successfully avoids him.

When Josie parks the car outside Charlie's home, the sun is already grazing the sky. "I'll drop your car here first thing tomorrow, well today, but later in the day, once I got some sleep..."

Callum interrupts his babbling cousin. "He got it, Josie."

Liam nods and makes his way out of the passenger seat, wincing in pain. "I guess we need to postpone that surfing lesson."

Aimee stares ahead, stone-cold. "Yeah, I guess."

Liam's face falters. "Goodnight."

Callum nods, and Josie starts the car. Aimee turns her face away from Liam and the car drives away.

Aimee's head hits the pillow, and she crashes almost immediately. Her head replays the events in her dreams and keeps her in a restless sleep. After the fifth vivid dream that shakes her back to reality, Aimee gets up and heads to the kitchen to get some water to flush the alcohol in her system.

"Your brother looks like he has gone through a train wreck."

Aimee chuckles at Jack's remark when she enters the kitchen.

"Are you okay, kiddo?"

Aimee opens the cupboard and takes a glass. "Yeah, I'm fine, why?" She opens the tap and floods the glass with water. "Has Callum left already?"

"He also came in for a glass of water." Jack gets up. "That was some party last night. I have something for you." He takes an envelope and hands it to her.

Aimee cocks her head to the side and opens the envelope that has some cash. "What is this?"

"Payment for your the other night, plus your salary from waiting tables at the restaurant."

Aimee pushes the envelope back to him. "No, you're allowing me to stay at your home, eat for free. This is the least we can do."

"You are family. That has nothing to do with this."

Aimee shakes her head resolutely. "No. I've spoken to Callum, and we agreed we would not accept any money from you. Not while we are under your roof."

"Josie is under my roof, and I pay her. I think I can afford you two besides my resident cookie monster. Besides, I asked your brother to work with me full time. The kid has talent. I know you have piano tutoring, but you help here a lot, so this is due. I won't accept a no. Think of it as pocket money for New Zealand."

"You know about New Zealand?"

"Josie told me all about it. You have a university friend there?"

Aimee nods and thinks of Tessa, her best friend during university. That will kill her if she doesn't visit her.

"I'm sorry about the other time. I shouldn't have pushed you." Jack's face falters.

Aimee's eyes lower to the glass that she is still holding. "It's okay, you didn't know."

Jack holds her arm. "I kinda did, kiddo, but I shouldn't have pushed. I know you are waiting on tables right now, but whenever, if ever, you want to go back there and perform, it will always be open for you."

Aimee embraces him sweetly. "Thank you," she whispers.

Jack chokes with emotion and clears his throat to shake it away. "Now, go wake your cousin and your brother. We have a full house tonight and I need you three party animals in the restaurant in two hours."

Aimee smiles and disappears back inside. Jack looks at his niece and thinks about how much she resembles her.