Reader's pov

OK. OK. Everything's fine. Yesterday was just a very intense day. There were a lot of emotions in the air. Yeah, lots of emotions. Aaahh!!!! I KISSED BO!!! BO KISSED ME!!! HE SAID HED BEEN WAITING TO KISS ME!!!! WHAT HAPPENS NOW?! HOW DO I EXPLAIN THIS TO VINCENT?! OR LESTER?! OH SHIT! HOW DO I TALK TO BO NOW?! Deep breaths (y/n), deep breaths. Inhale. Hold. . . Exhale. Repeat. It's gonna seem weird if you don't come out of your room today. But hey, maybe not too weird. You did just kill someone. I FUCKING KILLED SOMEONE! THERES STILL BLOOD ON MY CLOTHES! HOW AM I GONNA GET THAT OUT?! Well it was an all black outfit so it shouldn't be that hard. Might make a cute detail. AAAAH! FOCUS! Oh no. . . Bo and I haven't talked since we got home. I just shut myself in my room. What's he gonna think?! SHIT!

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Meanwhile downstairs (3rd person pov)

"They really left him fucked up." Lester said while looking at the body laid out on the table of Vincent's 'studio'. "How're they feelin?" He asked his older brothers. Vincent looked up from his work to look over to Bo. "Yeah Bo, how are they feeling?" They asked with a hint of irritation in their voice. "Why you askin me?" Bo replied with a smile. "I left em with a smile on their face last I saw em." Bo smirked leaning against a wall. Under the mask Vincent was glaring daggers at his twin. "Where's his eye?" Lester asked Vincent, trying to lighten the atmosphere. "Couldn't find it." "And the umm. . . The teeth." Vincent looked down at the face and sighed. "Four teeth. Two of em are molars. They must have been pissed off." They explained. The thought of (y/n) so brutally attacking someone seemed out of character. But from what Vincent saw at the gas station, he clearly didn't know (y/n) as well as they thought.

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Reader's pov

Alright, everything is gonna be OK. I'm just gonna go and sneak down to the kitchen, grab some food and water, run back up here, and hide. Yeah, sounds like a good plan to me. Getting up I look down at my bed. A blood stain formed in the spot where my shoulder had been. "Shit. Still bleeding?" I thought it would stop at some point during the night. Good thing is it's not a ton of blood. Just like maybe a cup. Yeah. I should deal with that.

Walking out of my room with my sheets and pillow cases in hand I head over to the laundry room. "All gonna be safe. And I'm just gonna have a great time." I tell myself in a sing song voice as I load my stuff into the washing machine. "You fucking peice of shit!" "What in the Jesus christ was that?" Funnily enough my sing song voice continued. Quickly I started the load and peaked around the corner. "Not my fault they like me better! Can you blame them?!" Shit. Now I gotta deal with this AND stiching my shoulder. Rolling my eyes I follow the voices down into the basement. "Fucking great." I sigh as the yelling continues. "You're so fucking selfish!" "Well look who finally got the balls to talk?!" If we had neighbors they'd for sure here Vincent and Bo arguing. Keeping my steps as light as I could I looked down. Lester was keeping his mouth shut and nervously watching his big brothers argue. When he saw me I put a finger to my lips telling him to stay quiet. Bo and Vincent were too busy yelling at eachother to notice me. "Did you really think they'd like you? Hu? You fucking freak." Bo's words seemed to cut Vincent like a knife. "WHAT THE SHIT DID YOU JUST SAY?!" I yelled over Bo. Panicked the twins turned to see me. Bo looked me in the eyes and I saw his expression turn from a mix of anger and superiority to one of regret. Vincent looked over at me, and even though they hand their mask on you could almost feel the hurt and betrail coming off of him. "(Y/n), hey, it's not what it looks like." Bo tries to back track but I just look over to Lester. "What they arguing bout?"

Lester just looked down. "I see. Hmm. Well." I took a breath and looked over at Vincent. "What're yall arguing bout?" Vincent was quiet before standing up straighter. "You kissed him." They stated. "How could you?" They asked betrayal in their voice. Swallowing the lump in my throat I nod. "I was worried about him." I tell the masked man. "You let him kiss you. I saw you. I thought that." "What you thought they'd kiss you first? Who'd kiss you? Got a face only a mo-." I cut off Bo by throwing the closest thing I could at him. Sadly the closest things I had were the teeth in my pockets. Which I was gonna use to make something for Vincent. "What did you just throw at me?!" "Teeth. I really thought you were fucking maturing. And Vincent I would kiss you if you wanted me to. Same goes for you Lester. But I was worried that Bo was badly hurt. So my emotions were fucking everywhere." I pointed to the body that was being put back together on the table. "As you can well fucking tell. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go back upstairs and deal with the stab wound I have on my shoulder. I don't want to hear shit about how I betrayed anyone, I don't want to hear your voice Beauregard, and most of all I don't want to hear the people I have come to care about argue over a stupid kiss!" The three siblings were quiet in response. Turning around I practically ran up the stairs and slammed the basement door behind me.

Shit I'm out of shape! Gotta catch my breath. Catch it later, still bleeding. Right! Gotta deal with that. Where's that damn first aid kid?