3rd person pov

3 days had passed since (y/n) saw Jessica and Brandon. As they had suspected there was very little guilt about what they did. But even with the lack of guilt the young woman kept to their room. Getting food brought up and left outside the door. (Y/n) knew that most of her clothes would show the large gash in her side. When everyone would sleep she would sneak down into the kitchen and take Bandages from the first aid kit. They called their mom every now and then just to make it look like she was simply greaving over the loss of someone she knew.

(Y/n) sat in her room as the sun started to rise. "I hate waking up early." She sighed. But they couldn't help it. It was just very uncomfortable to sleep on her back like she had to. Putting on their long robe she opened the door to sneak down and grab a cup of coffee. As she peaked to see if anyone was up she felt a twinge of guilt. There he was, Sleeping right next to her door, Vincent. "Oh sweet heart." She whispered and got down to look him over. When she realized he had his mask off. Vincent's long dark hair was covering the scarred part of his face. "I just didn't want you to worry about me." (Y/n) whispered. Kissing her fingers she gently touched Vincent's forehead.

Walking down the stares (y/n) thought of a way to say that she was sorry for not coming out her room for so long. As quietly as she could they started making breakfast. Waffles, eggs, sausage, the works. As they reached over to grab something the still healing cut in her side stung. "Fuck." (Y/n) groaned and held their side. "Hey look who's finally out their roo- (y/n)!" Bo panicked and almost immediately went over to them. "No, no, I'm fine. I promise. Please." (Y/n) panicked but tried to calm down the 'oldest' sinclair brother. Bo looked over (y/n) as Vincent walked in half asleep but with his mask back on. "Hmm?" Vincent yawned walking in. Watching the scene infront of them Vincent quickly came to (y/n). "What happened?" Vincent asked looking over the young woman. (Y/n) looked at him and smiled. "Nothing darling, I'm fine. Just a little soreness. That's all." Vincent cupped (y/n)s face and looked at them as Bo started carefully feeling under the robe. "Fuck man! You're hands are cold!" She shivered. "Ah!" (Y/n) winced as Bo found the healing cut just under their ribs. "When did this happen?" "3 days ago. Funny story. I'll tell you about it someday now can I please get back to the breakfast I'm making. It's gonna burn." (Y/n)'s voice was quick and slightly shaky as they joked. Bo rolled his eyes and let go along with his brother. "Hmm."

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Reader's pov

I continued to make the breakfast as Bo and Vincent watched me. "Don't tell Lester. He'll freak out." "No he freaked out when you didn't come out of your room for three days. Vincent freaked out when you came home battered and bruised. freaked out when you were gone for hours and didn't let anyone know what you were doing!" Bo's voice progressively got louder as he spoke. Taking a waffle out the iron I set it on the stack. I couldn't look at them. I just felt so damn guilty for making them worry about me. Wiping away a tear from my cheek I felt my voice crack. "I'm sorry." Bo sighed and sat down. Vincent got closer to me. "I hate people worrying about me. I just, I just didn't want you all to think I was crazy. Or to try and take me to a hospital. It's almost healed, I just stretched weird." I steadied my voice and finished making everyone food. Vincent hugged me from behind. It was gentle and kind, no anger whatsoever. "I'm just happy you're ok." Tears streamed down my face as they held me. "I'll make it up to yall. I promise."

Bo got up and walked to the door. "I need a smoke. (Y/n) you want one?" I nodded in response and made my way over to him. The cold air filled my lungs and caused me to shiver. "Come here." Bo said as he sat in one if the chairs. As I did so he pulled me down onto his lap. Before doing anything he looked to make sure no one could see us. When he looked back at me he cupped my face. I watched as his eyes got watery and his lip trembled slightly. "I was so fucking worried about you." Bo's voice cracked as he spoke. Softly I placed my hands on his cheeks and looked him over. "I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry." I whispered as I choked back tears. "You fucking should be. Don't you ever make me worry like that again. You hear me?" Bo scolded and I nodded. "Now," he cleared his throat and took a breath. "Let me look at it." "Bo really, it's nothing." "I wasn't asking." I sighed in defeat. "Bo." I was interrupted by the feeling of his cold slightly rough hands on my body. "Ah! Cold!" "Shh." Bo hushed me and opened up my robe enough to look at my cut. Carefully he ran his fingers over it. "The girl do that to ya?" "The boyfriend actually." I chuckled softly. "He was quick, bad aim, but quick." Bo raised his gaze from my cut to me. Once again he cupped my face with one hand. With the other he held my side. "Look at my strong darlin." I smiled like a goof as he called me strong. "Come 'ere." He motioned for me to lean down. As I did he kissed my forehead. "I'm so fucking proud of you. Now come on lets go eat." The two of us got up and I fixed my robe.

As I walked into the house Lester was coming down the stairs. "(Y/n)!" He shouted excitedly and practically ran to me. Falling to the ground in Lester's embrace made me giggle. "Miss me?" "Fucking ofcorse I did!" Lester bawled as he held me close. I hugged him back and apologized. "I'm sorry hun. Hey, how about we all hang out today. Sound good?" I smile softly and wipe the tears odd of Lester's face. "Mhm. I'd like that." The youngest brother nods still holding me as tight as he could.