Peyton's point of view: I saw my dad smile and he came to me and hugged me. That hug gave me the worst feeling in the world. I had been a bad son. I had let my mom and dad down. I had rebelled too much. How could my parents treat me the same again after all that? I could feel tears coming but not of sadness. They were tears of anger. I was angry at myself for acting like such a douchebag. I had to man up now and face my consequences. No more running away from my problems. No more running away from my fears. No more running away from what I was afraid of. I'm going to own up to what I do and take responsibility for my actions. Starting now I'm going to make myself be someone who I want my kids to look back at and be proud to say thats my dad. My dad let go of me and started walking towards the car,"Let's go home Peyt." I nodded,"Dad my car is still over there. Drive me to it and I'll follow behind you." Dad nodded at me and drove me to my car and I got out of dad's car and got in mine and followed dad the whole 10 hours to Georgia. My home.
Could this be the end Nah I still got a few more things up my sleeve
Garrett's point of view: It had been almost 4 days since Peyton left and almost 2 since dad left to go get him. The house was strangely quiet and everything was just awkward. Brianna and I had stayed at the top of the stairs when mom and dad told Peyton the truth. It shocked both of us and we had no idea what to do. I mean Peyton who had been our big brother for 16 years wasn't fully our brother. It was crazy. It was 9:00 on a Saturday morning and I was sitting in my room playing my bass. In the 4 days that Peyt was gone I had girls come up to me to want to talk to me. That ha never happened before mainly because every girl wanted Peyton but I was kinda glad that he wasn't there. There was one girl though that I had only seen once but it was from far off and my mind always got to thinking about her. I was completely lost in thought when Brianna came busting through my door,"PEYTON IS HOME!!!!" I jumped which caused my bass to fall from my hands and onto the floor. I reached down and picked it up and looked at her,"How do you know?" She went to my window and opened the blinds and pointed and I got up and saw dad getting out of his car and then I saw Peyton's car behind dad's and Peyton getting out of his car. Standing there looking at Peyton I could tell something was different with him but I knew Peyton. This wouldn't last long. He would go back to what he was doing or go into things much worse and knowing Peyton and his temper it wouldn't take much for someone to push him past his breaking point and once Peyton got past his breaking point all hell would break loose.
Peyton's point of view: It felt good to be back home. It felt peaceful. I had already gotten what stuff was in my car up to my room so I had nothing to do but play my guitar and that's exactly what I did. I was strumming some song completely lost in thought when Garrett's voice broke through,"You know Logan has been saying he's gonna beat your ass whenever you get back right?" I nodded. I had seen on Facebook and twitter that Logan was talking shit about me and talking shit about fighting me but you know what? I didn't care. Let him try to beat my ass. I looked up at my brother,"Let him try. But he knows how it's gonna go down. One of us or both of us will walk away bloody and I plan on it being him." Garrett just nodded and I could see a look of worry on his face and I said,"Alright man talk to me." He looked up a little confused and said,"What do you mean?" I sighed and put my guitar up and sat in my rolling chair and said,"You got that look that mom always has when she gets worried. So tell me what's wrong. I promise I won't get mad." He looked at me hesitantly and said,"I'm worried about you Peyton." I scoffed at him,"What the fuck for? I can take care of myself." Garrett sat down across from me,"You have a thin line between you being completely fine and you wanting to cut someones throat or, if it's a guy you hate like Logan, ****ing castrating them." I opened my mouth to object but I shut it because I knew he was right. Since when did my little brother give me advice? This was twisted. Garrett got up and gave me a brotherly hit on the back and said,"Just don't do anything stupid alright bro." With that he walked out and I spun my chair around to my laptop. Great. Just ****ing great. I opened my laptop and got on Facebook and updated my status: Tired of some wannabe hotshot saying he's gonna beat my ass. Bitch remember who beat yo ass a few weeks back? Don't mess with twitch cause I am your mother****ing kryptonite mother****er. With that I shut my laptop and knew hell would break loose on Monday and I was ready for it.