I watch as Brooke and Rose leave. I can not believe what Brooke just told us. I feel bad but I feel like she is hiding something and when it comes out it is going to be a big balm that will explode and cause chaos.

"My cousin," Zach begins.

"Don't talk like she is a monster. She told us something that made her vulnerable. So do say it is her fault. She did not know that he would use her. If you want to say it is her fault then go somewhere else I will not allow someone to sit in front of me and tell me bad things about my friend. Even if you're my brother," Emery tells Zach.

"I was not going to say it was her fault. Shit if I was in her position I would still love them," Zach says. He looks to the door probably because he realized he screwd up with what he said a few minutes ago.

"I hope she knows that we don't blame her if she still loves him," Riley says into her drink.

'Yah me too," Anna says.

"Maybe we should go check on her," Emery says.

"Yeah, I kind of want to leave," Riley says.

"Okay well, I can call an uber," Emery says before getting her phone out.

"Now I do not want to drink. Why do people have to ruin me having a good fuck or getting blackout drunk," Will groans.

"Shut up Brooke went through something traumatic and all you can think about is getting drunk," Brian says shoving Will's crossed legs.

"Hey," Will shouts.

Emery comes back over and tells the girls how the uber will be here in 3 minutes. They say bye and I watch as they walk out.

"You have been silent since Brooke was here," Brian states.

"Yes so," I say.

"It is just... What are you thinking?" Sam asks looking worriedly.

What am I thinking that's a hard question to answer. I am thinking that I want to kill the bastard who did that to her. I want to kill him slowly and painfully. I want to go to Brooke and tell her that I get why she did not want to tell us.

I want to ask if that was the truth or if there is something else she is not telling us but I can not tell them any of this.

"I am thinking that I want to find this Declan," I say. "Brian get your trackers on it." He nods his head and I stand up.

"I am going home and please do not forget the keys like last time," I say before I head out the door.

I take the back exit out of my club and as soon as I get to the alley I pull out a cigarette. I light it while walking to my car. Once in my car, I turn my music up to block out my thoughts. I speed out of the parking lot.

I drive around the island trying to ignore my thoughts but decide I need another form of blocking out. I park in my 10 car garage and climb out. I go to my room and put on gym shorts and head to my gym.

Once there I get on the treadmill to do thirty minutes of sprints. I then do twentie minutes of cardio and forty minutes of weights.

By the time I am done, I am drenched and it is nearly 11 at night. I decide I need more exercise and go to the training area of my house.

The training area of my house consists of punching bags, punching blocks, a wall of guns for target practice, and a boxing ring for sparing.

I wrap my hands and put them in boxing gloves. I then begin to punch the punching bag as hard as I can. I continue punching the bag until I eventually breaks. I kick it once and watch as sand pours out of the hole.

I take off my gloves and unwrap my hands. I go upstairs and take off my sweaty clothes. I start the shower and check the clock on my nightstand while I wait for the shower to heat up. It says 1 am. I spent two hours punching that stupid bag I guess I had more pent up anger than I thought.

I climb into the shower and my muscles begin to relax under the burning water. I rest my head against the cool tiles and let the water relax my body. I stay like this for 10 minutes before I wash my body and climb out of the shower.

I pull on a pair of sweats and put on some random show. I don't usually watch t.v. I prefer watching sports or news. I know boring but shows are boring for me and non seem to interest me.

My eyes began to droop. I turn off the t.v and lay on my back.

I think about all the information Brooke told us today and I realize I need to find the bastard who did that to her and kill him. Kill him for her and kill him for me. I do not know why for me but maybe I want to do this to show myself I am not a monster. That I do not kill people just because they stole my money but because they hurt someone who I could possibly be falling for. Even though it worries me that I am falling for someone as fucked up as myself.