To the grave - Bea Miller
     I stood there, shell shocked. I was so stunned, I didn't even think about pulling away until I felt his hands grip onto my waist tighter, pulling me closer to him.

The pounding in my heart made an alarm sound off in my head, it's deafening sound made me wish the ground would open up and swallow me hole.

No! Preston's hands aren't supposed to be on me, they can't!

My mind was screaming at me, telling me that I was about to make this situation ten times worse, but my body wasn't listening.

My arms slipped into his hair, gripping on tightly. Almost greedily.

The screaming in my head didn't falter as Preston's arms pulled me even closer, my body flush against his. My lips seemed to have a mind of their own as they attempted to devour Preston's just as hungrily as his own.

I felt Torez's lips pull into a smile, but they never left mine.

That's all it took for me to come back to my sense.

When I realized just how bad I fucked up, I pulled away so quickly, you would have thought I had just gotten burned.

My chest was rising and falling rapidly, but I took a step back nonetheless.

When I risked a quick glance up at Preston, there was a deep frown on his lips.

"Adalyn.." He trailed off, desperation in his tone.

What the fuck did I just do? I've been pinning all of the blame on Torez, but in reality, I was the fucking asshole.

Granted, he wasn't all innocent in this situation either, but the feeling of guilt settled into my stomach, a wave of nausea passed over me at the thought.

Shutting out my mind that has gone haywire, I snap my eyes up to Preston when I notice him take a step closer.

His hair was tousled, like a pair of wild hands had been running through it. My fucking hands.

I held back the bile rising in my throat. I needed to leave, now.

I couldn't go anywhere without finishing what I had started.

My feet were moving before my mind even commanded them to.

They were going the opposite direction of the exit. They were going towards Preston.

His lips were parted slightly, and his eyebags have seemed to gotten significantly darker in the span of a few minutes.

"Ad--" He didn't get to finish his sentence before the sickly prominent sound of skin connecting to skin--and bone reverberated off of the walls.

Preston's body staggered back, the sounds of his groans being muffled by the hand covering his nose and mouth, the stream of blood leaking through his fingers.

The penetrating feeling in my right hand didn't hit me until I was scurrying for the door.

"What the fuck is it with you and violence, Jesus! Ada, wait!"

Ignoring his complaints and protests, I ignore any and all feelings as I firmly slam the door shut behind me.

It's not until I'm out of the building that I make a run for it.

I run, and I run, and I run. Until the burning taking over my body comes at me full force, due to me pushing myself over the limit. Even though my body was aching far worse than my busted up knuckles, I welcomed the feeling.

Anything was better than the intolerable emotional wound of defeat and complicity I've caused myself.

My heart clenched painfully in my chest as I lean against the side of a brick building in an alley.

Nothing could amount to the pain I was emotionally feeling when I thought about the two certain people I've betrayed far worse than I could comprehend. The tears were sliding down my face rapidly as the remorse took over every single inch of my body.

What have I done?

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Kat's POV

It was dark by the time I made it back to the suite. "Thank you, sir. Have a nice night." I handed the taxi driver a ten dollar bill and a five before slipping out of the back seat, grocery bags in hand.

After a little struggle, I managed to grab all of the bags and make my way to the elevators.

It was around 7:00 PM, and I was out running a few errands all evening.

When I slipped into the elevator, an older lady was to the right, her eyes scrunching at the corners when she smiled at me. "Hi, sweetie," she greeted me casually, her hands gripping onto the handle of her purse.

"Good evening," I responded, my smile soft and sweet.

We rode in silence, watching the numbers go up as we passed a few floors.

I checked my watch after a few minutes, the bags starting to get a little heavy.

When I realized just how late it was getting, I stopped at a nearby restaurant to order food for the rest of us.

Nicholas had gone home earlier, and I knew Adalyn wasn't too happy.

She must have thought I was a horrible friend when I ditched them just outside the airport, telling her I'd see her later.

Little does she know, I was searching for a few items that would be helpful tonight.

We were going to have a girls movie night. Dozens of comedies and chick flicks, Mexican takeout, ice cream and a sufficient amount of alcohol I managed to purchase at a run down liquor store downtown was the perfect recipe.

I hoped it would lift Ada's mood, even if it was just a little bit. I could tell Nicholas wasn't like the other boy's in her eyes.

"Is this your floor?"

Blinking, I glanced over at the older lady who was looking in the direction of the opened elevator doors.

Laughing softly, I nod, slowly maneuvering my way out of the elevator with the bags. "Thank you, ma'am."

When I reached our door, I didn't have time to bang on the door with my foot before it was pulled open quickly.

Preston's caramel brown eyes were wide, an ice pack covering his nose.

Sighing heavily, I ignored the way my heart dropped as I shoved some of the bags in his free hand.

He took them quickly, turning his back on me to place them on the counter. "Where've you been?" He murmurs, his back still facing me.

After placing the rest of the bags down and shutting the door with my heel, I cross my arms, a piece of my brown hair falling in front of my face.

"Adalyn and I are having a girls night tonight. Where is she?"

I looked over in the living room, but it was empty.

I wasn't stupid. I knew something happened between the two of them, but I learned from the last time Ada got violent that it was never a good idea to take sides.

He gulped, pulling the ice pack away from his face, wincing visibly.

"She uh, went for a walk."

Biting my lower lip, I start to unpack the groceries. "Is your nose alright? It looks pretty bruised."

He scoffed, the piercing sound of a chair being scraped across the floor reaching my ears a moment later. "I'm not sure. I think she might've broken it."

My back was still facing him as I continued to unpack all of tonight's goods.

"I'll look at it in a minute." Keeping my tone nonchalant, I finish unpacking the items, my hands resting on the edge of the counter as I contemplate for a minute.

Turning around, I ask, "Why the hell did she punch you again anyways? I thought you guys were civil. At least on some level."

He made it his mission to avoid my gaze. When I made my way over to him, he answered. "We just...had another stupid argument. I r-really need to remember to tread carefully around her."

Humming in agreement, I tilt his face so he's looking up at the ceiling as I inspected his nose. "You know if Mr. Willis was here, he would of had her behind bars right now."

Preston grunted softly when I brushed my fingers across his nose.

"No, he wouldn't. Fred works for me. He does what I tell him."

Taking a step back, I cross my arms, arching an eyebrow. "Oh, so you're saying this one's on you--again."

He rolled his eyes, standing up from the chair. "Yes, Kat."

Huffing dramatically, I try to distract myself by making myself busy. Is it really that hard to put dishes in the dishwasher?

"You're nose isn't broken. But I can tell you right now, it's gonna be a hell of a shiner. She must have been really upset to do such damage."

He responds with yet another grunt.

"How long has she been gone?" I ask curiously.

After setting a Styrofoam box in front of Preston, I put the others in the fridge.

Pres licks his lips as he looks lovingly at the steak burrito I've set in front of him.

He never looks at me that way.

"You're the best, babe."

I shrug. I guess that's the closest I'm gonna get.

"How long?" I repeat, my patience wearing thin.

"Um, I dunno--two hours maybe?"

"Really? It shouldn't take that long to cool down." Shrugging on a thin zip up sweater from Pink, I grab the hotel key card and head for the door. "I'm gonna go look for her."

He stops eating to stare at me. "Want me to go?"

I step out into the hallway, a small smirk growing on my lips. "Do you really think she'd want to find out that you've tagged along to look for her? You're the reason she 'took a walk' in the first place. Finish your dinner."

With a serene wink, I shut the door, making my way back to the elevators. "Where did you go off to Ada?" I ask out loud to no one in particular.

Standing in the empty elevator, I watch as the steel doors close with a ding.

I didn't stop looking until a little after 12:00 AM. Unfortunately, I arrived back to the suite alone.

Adalyn was nowhere to be found and I could feel worry trickling through my blood. What the hell had Preston done that made Ada want to stay away for so long?

What didn't I know?

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