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

My heart dropped dead at the letter. I..... I don't get it..... Why a letter? Continuing to re read it for the thousandth time I couldn't grasp what Preston was trying to say.

But at the same time, I did......

'Dear Vikk,

I don't know what to do anymore. I'm never happy. Never satisfied. Never feeling like I'm good enough for anybody........

But I won't end it like this with some cheesy fucked up letter. That's not what I'm trying to do. I just needed some time to myself.....

But I'm always alone anyways. So whose to stop me from trying anything new? I already threw away the razor.... Or at least tried to.

I don't want to see anybody get hurt. Especially you, I can't afford to break anymore people. Everything was alright before I was around.

I find it fair to change it back to the way it was....... This isn't a goodbye note.... It's a see you later note..... You'll know where I'll be. You're good at finding hopeless causes.

I love you Vikk,
-Preston'

Tears started to sting my eyes as I finally understood the letter top to bottom. My heart immediately started to ache as I gently traced a heart around Preston's signature.

Only causing more tears to flow freely down my face. Letting out a shaky breath I slowly lowered my head onto the table.

Shielding my eyes from the world by wrapping my arms around my head. Only one thought was clear to me. I knew exactly where he was........

But did I want to go get Preston? He wanted time to himself..... And promised he wouldn't try anything.....
Preston ran away......

My poor baby......... Standing up with a shaky breath I took the letter. Hiding it in my pocket before rushing back up the stairs to understand what went down while I was in the Kitchen.

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

Struggling to escape the closet filled with clothes and shoes my eyes caught onto one room..... The bathroom. Pity swirling around me I marched towards the doorway.

"Don't." Mitch spoke up. Chills shooting down my spine from the hopelessness I turned around. Only to find myself looking at an emotionless Jerome and a scared Mitch.

"Please don't go in there Lachlan." Mitch pleaded. Guilt sloshing around in my rib cage I looked at Mitch. A sympathetic smile on my lips I gave Mitch a look.

"You know I have to." I replied. A small smile danced upon Mitch's lips before he nodded. Giving me the okay.

Tearing my gaze away from the heart wrenching Mitch I glanced inside the bathroom. Already having a feeling where Matt might be.

Taking a step in the bathroom I felt my stomach churn at the smell. Taking a peek to the right I instantly saw Matt..... Matt's face was bare and his eyes were wide open yet dull.

The thing that creeped me out the most though? It wasn't the eyes..... The expression or the rope for that matter..... It was the smile....

Just the smile.... Was enough to send me running to the hills. And it was obviously enough for Mitch.

Cringing at the thought of what I had to do I began to untie the rope. Letting my mind go into auto pilot as I tried my hardest not to gag.

"Stop smiling Matt it's not funny." I scorned. Rolling my eyes at the humour that still glowed in the smile I picked him up bridal style. And picked up my phone to call 911.

Needing both of my hands I gently placed Matt down onto the carpet. Only realizing now how polite Matt was. This was the cleanest way to end it....

Nice Job Matt......You're still dead...