»Third Person POV«

His chest ached so badly, what was once his was gone. His beautiful Y/N was gone, and he didn't even chase her.

But how the fuck would he chase her when he was so surprised by her outburst.

"What a shitty boyfriend I am." He chuckled sadly.

Tears were streaming down his face. Yet it was unlike his usual, this time it was real and not out of his spoiled behavior.

He was thinking how to deal with this. The first thing he thought was, kill Logan.

But he'd go to jail, and that's not how where he wanted to end up.

Then an idea came to him when suddenly remembered that it was a Monday.

"It's what I need to do, since I was a shitty boyfriend." He said to himself.

The school ended with him getting one last look of her, looking so depressed.

It made him want to go home even more.

The day suddenly turned to night. He could finally sleep. Yet he had to eat dinner before he slept.

Before he went to jail, it was only the six of them who ate. But now he's returned, they were joined by their father every start of the week.

He ate silently and quickly. Before he would eat as slowly as possible so he'd be the last one to leave and to sleep, but right now all he cared was to get what he deserved.

He left the dining room, went to his bedroom and made a beeline for his bed.

"I'm sorry Y/N, for not taking care of you." He whispered, before closing his eyes.

It wasn't long till he fell asleep and it wasn't long till he felt the heat he has been feeling in midnight when it was a Monday.

He opened his eyes and found himself hanging. His hands were tied and he wasn't wearing any top.

"Surprisingly, you slept first among the others."

A man appeared out of nowhere, as well as two other men unknown to him. He wanted to find out who they were but not this time.

"I want it doubled." He said.

"What?"

"I said, I want it doubled." He shouted. "Are you deaf?"

The man smiled. "And why is that?"

"I did something wrong today. I want to be punished." He mumbled, but the man clearly heard.

"Very well. Double it." He ordered his two other men.

"Sir? Not the two-four-"

"He said double it, if he wants more then he gets more." The man told them. "I will not tolerate disobedience. You two will end up like him if you disobey me any longer."

The two men gulped. "O-Okay." One of them said.

He bit his lip hard as the first punch landed right in his already bruised stomach.