(Mitch's P.O.V) 

Leaning against the wall I stared at Rob and Jerome as they chitter chattered. Both seeming eager to talk to each other yet again. 

Glancing to my left I saw Lachlan laughing along with Matt while on my right I saw Vikk follow Preston up the stairs. Maybe they wanted to talk in private? Unpack maybe? I don't know. Don't really care either.

"Mitch? You okay there bud? You seem a lil bit out of it." Rob asked. Concern glowing in his tone of voice I nodded gently.

Remembering to keep my shoulders low so as not to seem suspicious. If ya don't tense or stutter, they can't tell. Trust me on that one.

"Yeah, of course! Just a bit, overwhelmed at the moment. But hey, aren't we all?" I commented. A smile growing on Rob's lips I smirked as he nodded in agreement.

"You're absolutely right on that one buddy." Rob replied. Seeming too cheery to be true I shrugged it off. Not having the energy to get into yet another fight......... At the moment anyways.

Jerome opening his mouth to speak up a slamming sound rumbled through the house. Followed by shouts and laughs that sounded a lot like moans.

Intrigued I tried containing myself. Not wanting my Adams Apple to stiffen like it usually did. It was just so easy. It was annoying.

More shouts followed the noises as the crashing sounds became louder and louder. Each shattering sound deafened the other.

"Wow, what the fudge are they doing up there." Matt chuckled. All of us curious on what they were doing. The silence letting us listen before yet another shout was heard. Really loud this time.

"......Does somebody wanna go check on them?" Jerome laughed. The awkwardness in the room swirling about everyone gazed at everybody else. Looking for someone to volunteer.

"I'll go." Lachlan replied simply. All of us nodding in agreement with Lachy I turned back to Jerome and Rob. Continuously eyeing Lachy as he left.

Something felt odd, I don't know why though. Suspicious of what was going on in the room I couldn't take it any longer. The sound of something smashing against the door upstairs grabbed my attention.

Pushing off of the wall I raced up the stairs, Lachlan in the hallway ahead of me. Rushing to his side I let my hand drop onto the doorknob.

Flinching my fingers I slid my hand to the left. The door not opening. No clicking sound. Nothing. It was locked.

"It's locked." I declared. My eyes meeting Lachlan's I saw his face grow ashen and pale. Thinking of the worst thinking they could be doing in there.

"D-Do y-you thin-k the-they're doing  any-anything in there?" Lachlan stuttered. An embarrassed blush glowing on his cheeks I smirked.

"Nah, probably goofing around like they always do. Lachy, it's Preston and Vikk. What could they do? The most innocent people in the Pack? Please." I lied.

Lachlan obviously not hearing the moans, deafened by his fear he nodded. A smile now on Lachy's lips he marched off. Away from the room where I knew some heated Veston action was taking place.

We already had enough drama happening as it is, I didn't need anymore of this crap to add to the load. There's already enough as it is.

And this'll just deepen the cuts. And if you deepen the cuts, chances are, you'll need stitches.

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I'm sorry! I feel so bad. A lot of you were uncomfortable with the last chapter and....I feel like I owe in apology.  I should have at least warned you guys.

And some of you were uncomfortable but hey, the story isn't even halfway! It's not even close to being over. But if you guys want, you can stop reading it.

Because I can't promise their won't be no more of those. But I will keep putting those warning on the chapter titles.

I guess I kinda warned you? But I bet you weren't expecting that...Some of you anyways. So, that's all I wanted to say, I'm sorry, and I hope you all have a great day.

Sincerely, Darcy May (A.K.A. MisfortunateMC) <3