-Vic's POV-

They stalked off into the other room and my heart thumped for Leda, hoping she'd be okay. The shouting started soon after that and I looked around awkwardly, feeling out of place and unwanted in the brightly lit kitchen. I heard footsteps and before I could look up to see who was approaching me my head was forced to the right, my cheek throbbed from the impact of her hand and instinctively I placed my hand where it burned.

"I told you, Victor." She said lowly and I breathed heavily to keep myself calm, even if I was to get angry, I knew I wouldn't do anything, but I didn't like to get angry, the feeling of control slowly slipping away from me terrified me.

"I told you to bring her back here and leave. I didn't want you in my house ever again, yet here you are, defying my orders! Who do you think you are." Her face grew a deeper shade of red by the minute, the expression on her face was a mixture between pure rage and authority and she looked like a wild jungle cat. She knew I wouldn't answer, I hadn't spoken much since I'd been in this house all together but I had spoken to her the least out of everyone. She walked away, running her fingers through her hair and trying to calm herself down.

"I love her." I admitted with a whisper, my hand still pressed to my cheek, my eyes on her small heels instead of on her face. Her feet did a one eighty so she was turned towards me again and that caused me to quickly glance at her face. Her eyes were bulging out of her head and so was the vein on her forehead.

"Love?" She spat. "Ha! You don't know love."

"Phoebe, stop, come on, leave the poor guy alone." Lily defended me (which surprised me more than anything else that had happened today.) and I realized that that was the first time I'd heard anybody call her by her first name - Phoebe. It was a very pretty name. Which was completely contradicting of her cruel nature.

-Leda's POV-

I considered ignoring it, after all, he was either calling because he wanted to talk, or because he was pissed I'd taken his gun. If it was the latter I really wasn't in the mood for another argument.

"Listen Tay, I-" I began but his sharp tone ceased my words, preventing them from leaving my lips.

"Leda! Why did you take it?" He didn't sound angry which surprised me, he just sounded - surprised? He also knew he didn't even have to elaborate for me to know what he was talking about. I played dumb anyway.

"Take what?" I asked, hoping I was convincing.

"Don't even insult me by playing dumb. Where the fuck is it?" He shouted down the phone, his concern turning into immediate anger (that was becoming a usual affect I had on men) and I frowned into thin air as if he was standing right in front of me.

"Oh my day is going swell thanks for asking! I'm currently in the best mood ever." My voice was dripping with sarcasm and I heard him growl deep in his throat.

"You seriously don't want to mess with me right now." His voice was low, almost calm, and although I didn't know him very well that struck me as more dangerous than when he was yelling at me. As per usual though, I couldn't just leave it at that or co-operate and apologize, no of course not. I had to go and make matters worse.

"Why what are you gonna do? Shoot me?" I scoffed and then added sarcastically "oh wait..." Beep. I hung up. I could only deal with one angry male specie shouting at me at a time.

You should stick to only dating one then. - my snarky subconscious retorted and I rolled my eyes at myself.

He called back and I silenced it. I couldn't answer, I wanted all the memories I had of him in my head to remain happy, I didn't want them to be tainted by my idiotic behaviour, I wanted to remember him as that flirty older guy with the beautiful green eyes. Mr. Dark and Dangerous.

I walked into the kitchen, trying to look confident and like the world wasn't on my shoulders but Lily's look showed me she knew I wasn't okay. In all honesty, I needed my best friend back, I needed someone I could just pour my heart out to, I couldn't vent to Vic because it wasn't fair to vent to him about his brother and the same goes with Mike, how could I talk to him about Vic? I needed Lily, but I didn't trust her.

Story of my fucking life.

Vic stood near the refrigerator, holding his cheek and my Mom was standing next to Lily, looking the angriest I'd ever seen her look. Did I do this? This is what I've created. I broke two brothers apart, my mom is angry with me, and also with Vic, I have no best friend, I can't stay faithful to one person and Taylor hates me because I stole his gun.

This had become a wasteland. A wasteland I'd created and I had to live with it.

Notes

It's short but hey ho.
I'm ending this soon.
Short but often updates from now on.