Chapter 4

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*TWO WEEKS LATER*

Arnold's POV 

I'm glad that bitch is dead. I don't have to worry about her useless ass. Not that I cared about her anyways 

I grab another bottle of whiskey and open it, letting the burning liquid I love so much go down.

Me, Alan and the rest of the guys were all at the table in the kitchen doing whatever drugs we had our hands on. Joey, who's one of Alan's friends was snorting coke along with Alan. 

I just finished another thing of heroine as I grab a pill from the stash that was brought over and take it. 

"Man this shits amazing!" Garret yells as he finished with his lines of coke. 

"It'd be better if that play toy slut you call a daughter was alive" says Drew as he takes a hit off his joint. (a/n, I know mj really ain't a drug but they still getting high so don't come at me plz lol) 

"At least we don't have to worry about that slut fighting us" Alan tells them wiping his nose. 


Anthony's POV 

Crystal's been living with us for about 2 weeks now and it's been a struggle her and there with her trying to get her to forget about her old homes habits.

She still hasn't laughed. Or even cracked the smallest smile. Bryce tries to her her to smile more than any of us though.

"Hey Anthony, help me get these in the house!" Griffin hollers out as he's being groceries in.

Crystal comes up to the bags and helps Tayler put them away as we bring them all in.

"So Crystal, what movie shall we all watch tonight?" Josh asks her grabbing the bread from her and putting it away. He was helping Tayler with the stuff that goes in the fridge and stuff.

"Hmmm" she thinks tapping her finger to her chin.

"Bryce!!!! Name a random movie. That's what we'll watch!" She decides as Bryce shakes his head and laughs at her random spurt.

I look at her and smile.

She's fucking adorable

Kio's POV

We had just got done watching the movie about 20 minutes ago. Now we were all just sitting on the couches playing on our phones. Since Crystal doesn't have one she's watching some video with Bryce on his phone. 

"Hey, Crystal, tomorrow, do you wanna go shopping for you some clothes being that you don't have any? Or do you still not ready to go" Tayler asks her getting her attention. She's been too afraid to go out and get clothes even if we tell her we'll all go with her. She's terrified of large crowds. She won't even let us get her a phone because she's afraid she'll be tracked by her dad. 

Can't blame her. Poor girls been through hell

"I'll be fine to go. I think I'm ready to go out now" she mutters.

" Alright. Anything else you need or want?" Tayler replies.

"No, I'm good. Just clothes" she tells us getting closer to Bryce to watch the video.

"Actually, could I get a phone?" She asks Tayler while playing with a stray string on Bryce's tee. 

"Of course. We'll stop by there and get you one. I'll put you on my phone plan" He says placing his phone in his pocket.

"Don't worry about the large crowds Crys, we'll be with you the whole time"  Bryce tell her as she continues fidgeting with his shirt. 

She notices she had it practically balled into her fists. Letting go she immediately apologies. 

"It's fine" he tells her grabbing her hands rubbing them softly. 

We all do that to her when she gets that way or worse, seems to always calm her down. We'll either do that or rub her back as well.  

"Alright we'll go tomorrow whenever you're ready to leave, okay" Tayler replies getting up and heading into the kitchen. 

"Okay. Can I go take a shower?" she asks us. 

We tell her she can and she walks up the stairs. 

Crystal's POV

I head into Bryce's room deciding I'll shower there. Walking into his bathroom I shut and lock the door.

After I take off Josh's clothes that I was wearing, I look at myself in the mirror like I always do.

My branding scars healing better, along with the many other cuts and bruises on me.

I've gained a bit of weight from living with the guys.

You're too fat! You need to eat less. Better yet, stop eating. It'd be better

I shake the harsh words from my dad out of my head and turn the shower on. Once I adjust the temperature I step in and close the curtain letting the hit water cascade down me, causing me to let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding.

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