The screams and uproar of the crowd are deafening as I watch Luke fight. My fists are clenched because I fucking wish I could stop this. I'm seriously mad that my other brothers aren’t here tonight. Luke is getting beat bad, the man who is not much older than my seventeen-year-old little brother is built like a tank, and every hit is knocking the shit out of Luke. I mentally review my brother as he circles his opponent, his one arm is hanging uselessly at his side and it is most likely broken, and his face is covered with his blood. The rest of him looks good, but I know he can hide his pain as well as all of us, another fucking trick our father taught us. Thank fuck he is dead. 

Luke dodges another blow and manages a hit to the man’s face, but it doesn't seem to bother him as he grins like the lunatic I think he likely is. Luke is fast, but without any way to stop this man, he will tire out soon, or be knocked out. We can't lose a fucking fight here, it’s not worth it. 

The man moves closer, and before I can shout he has a knife, he moves to stab it into Luke's chest. Thank fuck he is fast, as it goes through his arm instead while he defends himself. That arm is seriously going to need looking at if he makes it out of the fucking cage.

"Get the fuck out of my way," I shout, pushing stupid, drunk people out of the way as I run to the cage.

The amount of people in here means it takes me too long, but the bodyguard hasn't even stopped the fight. The fucker won’t, and I’m betting our boss has something to do with this shit. I suck in a breath when I get to the door and see Luke standing there, holding the knife while his blood mixes with the blood covering the knife as it drips onto the floor.

As if sensing how close I am to him, my brother turns to the side, and I see the dead man on the floor. The overhead speakers blast that Luke has won, but the haunted look in his eyes shows me that no one has won tonight. Luke shoves the door open, and I follow him into the back room as the music starts blasting, only quieting when I slam the door shut behind me. 

"Luke, fuck, bro," I say though gritted teeth, moving to his side as he sits on the bench. His arm is still dripping blood as it hangs at his side, and his one eye is almost swollen closed. My heart aches for him as much as the rest of me wants to defend him and somehow protect him from the bitch of a life that we have.

"You need to go to the hospital," I tell him, as I’m not sure what to say. Luke hasn't ever had to kill to survive before. I have twice, and their faces still haunt my every move, but mine were because they wouldn’t stop fighting me and I ended up hitting them too hard. What Luke just did, fuck, I don't know what to say to him. 

"Seb, I–" he stops as he shakes, and I wrap an arm around his shoulder.

"You didn't have a choice, it was you or him, and I’m fucking glad it's not you," I tell him as he nods.

We don't talk as I drive him the hospital. Harley pays a fortune for no questions to be asked, and Luke is kept in overnight, with a guaranteed broken arm being the worst of his issues. I eventually decide to go home, to find Elliot.

When I get home, the house is filled with random, fucking people. I hope Maisy is here, I need her. My girlfriend is fucking everything to me, other than my brothers, and I haven't seen her in days because Luke needed me to train him. I had to tell her I was ill or she would come over, and tensions were too high in the house for someone as pure as her. 

I spot Elliot in the kitchen as I grab a beer.

"We need a chat." I pull his arm to get his attention, and with one look at my face, he wisely decides to follow me into the spare study. I slam the door shut and punch it. Fuck, this couldn't be worse, and I fucking hate this shit. I just want to get hammered and forget it all.

"Luke is in the hospital, the fucker pulled a knife and stabbed his arm. Luke killed him," I tell Elliot as his face darkens. 

"I bet the bodyguards did fuck all to help, right?" he asks as I nod. "Fuck," he draws the word out as he leans over the desk.

"Thanks for telling me," Elliot says, and I leave him to it. I pull my phone out and find the stupid thing is dead. I can't just turn up at Maisy’s house because of her parents.

"Hey, Seb," Elena from school smiles at me as she walks over. Elena has hit on me way too many times, and looking at her now, I know I made the best decision by ignoring her and focusing on my beautiful Maisy.

"Hey, Elena," I say, basically ignoring her as I turn to watch some guys playing beer pong, I don't want to chat to anyone tonight, especially not some girl I don't know.

"I got you a drink, you look stressed." She pouts as I sigh, looking back at her. She lifts a beer higher as she offers it to me again. What the hell, I guess a drink can't hurt, I think as I accept it.

"Some of the guys from the football team are playing Xbox in the lounge, are you coming?" she asks, moving closer, and I just nod taking a sip of beer and walking away without her.

The night isn't too bad, I think a few hours later. I’m sitting in a chair as the room spins around, making me laugh. Has it been hours? I don't know, but I grab my beer, which Elena keeps finding for me, and drink more as a blurry figure moves to sit on my lap. 

"Maisy," I sigh as her lips meet mine in a passion I'm not exactly used to, her taste is too sweet, almost sickening, and I'm about to ask why she tastes different when I hear my name being shouted by Maisy. How can she be kissing me and calling me?

I lean away, breaking the kiss, and realise it's not Maisy, it’s Elena. I push her off to find Maisy, but I can't see her before the room darkens, and I fall into a darkness I can’t escape.