--= Mitch's + P.O.V =--

No... No no no no NO!! MATT!!! Tears streaming down my face I let out an ear deafening scream. Scrunching my eyes closed I felt my knees shake underneath me.

Threatening to collapse I let myself crumble into the floor. Trying to make it as painful as possible. Not wiping away the tears I just stared at the floor.

Hearing the occasional voice in the hallway I heard a loud BANG but paid no attention to it. I have bigger things to worry about than noise...

A shaky breath slipping out of my mouth I just let the image flash through my head over and over again. Matt..... My poor Matt....

Tucking my knees to my chest I planted my face on them. Rocking myself back and forth I heard Jerome call my name but all I could do was shake.

"MITCH PLEASE!!!" Jerome called out. Sounding like he was already crying I felt my expression soften. My heart squeezing in on me I shifted my gaze to the doorway.

Only to see Jerome crying on the edge of Matt's bed..... Oh Jerome..... Feeling my face fall I stood up. Making my way over to Jerome I sat beside him.

"Lachlan please I don't want to have sympathy." Jerome scorned. Harshness in Jerome's voice I just wrapped my arms around Jerome.

"Uhhh, that's not me Jerome." Lachlan called out from the closet. What the hell was Lachy doing in a closet? Whatever...

Jerome seeming to tense at this Jerome slowly locked his gaze with mine. The shine in Jerome's eyes was dull and broken. His eyes were blood shot and Jerome's knuckles were bruised and bleeding.

Did Jerome punch the door down? A sigh escaping Jerome's lips I felt him wrap his arms around my waist and pull me into Jerome's lap.

Probably too stunned to do anything else. Resting my head back on Jerome's chest I just let the tears run free. Easing the pain of shame...

But not the bitch of guilt.

--= Vikk's + P.O.V =--

(Well this is new! :/)

Thoughts raced through my mind as I stared at Jerome while he tried to beat the door down. Continuing to glance around at everybody else around me I noticed Preston wasn't anywhere.....

Where the hell was Preston?

Shrugging off the thought for now I focused on Jerome punching the door down. Still seeming like it wasn't going anywhere useful until Jerome smashed it open with his leg.... Dayum.... Dem legs doe....

Before anybody could even let out a breath Jerome was already in. Calling Mitch's name over and over again I felt my expression soften.

Lachlan went in after Jerome to be by his side which left only Rob and I. Rob too worried for words I snuck my hands into my pockets before shuffling off and going downstairs.

Wanting to know where Preston went. The sound of my feet on the stairs echoed loudly around the house. Yet not loud enough for people in Matt's room to hear.

Finally reaching the bottom of the staircase I hopped off of it. A fearful frown on my lips I began to search. My eyes catching onto any place Preston could possibly be I let out a shaky breath.

Starting to grow nervous for my Preston. Pacing around the couch quickly and around the hallways I began to panic a little more.

My eyes scanning everywhere i ended up in the Kitchen. Ready to break into tears when my eyes noticed something.... A note...

Dragging my feet towards the note I out stretched my hand. Gingerly grasping the note with my fingers I opened up and began to read.

'Letter #56.....'