A week after Austin and I's Disney date, we sat on my couch while he read me some of his newest lyrics and I have to admit they are amazing.

"Hey go get your guitar and I'll let you hear some of it." Austin tells me with a smile and nudges my shoulder playfully with his own.

I nod and quickly rush to my room to grab the instrument, when I hear the sound of my phone beeping, so I patted my pockets for it and then I remember I left it on the arm rest of my couch. On my way back into the living room I plucked the strings of my tan guitar to find Austin looking pissed.

'Oh god what now?' I think to myself, dreading whatever had bothered him. I leaned my guitar against the side of the couch, watching him carefully.

"How long have you been getting text messages like this?" He questioned holding out my phone to me.

I warily take the cellphone from his hand and find that I had received another message from Max which read, 'Do you really think that ignoring me will help you? It's not like you can hide from me.'

I gulped dropping the phone on the carpeted floor and basically collapsed onto the couch.

"Tristan, you have to tell me when he started doing this." Austin demanded, but kept his voice calm.

"Last week." I mumble, thinking of all the messages I've been sent from Max in the past few days, the threats twenty times worse than the newest one, but Austin didn't know about those.

"I'm not going to let him scare you anymore." He tells me as he scoops my phone off the floor.

I shook my head furiously, "They're just texts Austin."

In honesty part of me worried that wasn't the case, I just didn't want Austin to find a way deeper into this mess and I don't want him to get hurt.

"Tristy this has got to stop."

I finally snapped, "Then what are you going to do?! Austin I don't want anything bad to happen to you, I care about you too much."

He sighed then pleaded, "Don't you think I feel the same way Tristan? You've always meant so much to me and I don't want to see Max try to force you to be with him or even think about hurting you in anyway."

"Austin, I..."

"I'm ending this." He stated standing up from the couch.

"Ending what?" I asked fearfully, was he really going to stop what we had going simply because of Max?

"I'm going to get the message through his thick skull once and for all." Austin muttered heading for the door.

"Austin please..." I begged, but he was already out the door and I had to quickly chase after him. Luckily I got in his car just in time before he sped off to Max's place.

He wasted no time jumping out of his car and dashing up to Max's apartment. He pounded on the door until a for once sober Max answered looking slightly smug and pissed at the same time.

"When are you going to get the point? Tristan is done with you and your bullshit." Austin growled.

Max stepped outside of his home before saying loud enough where I could hear, "To bad she couldn't tell me that for herself."

“I wouldn’t even let her get near you if she wanted to after what you did to her.”

Max rolled his dark eyes before stepping around Austin and making his way down the stairs to where I stood. I didn’t want to own up to it, but I was slightly nervous about what he was planning to do. “Is this what you’re reduced to? Him telling you what to do? How is that not worse than me Trist?"

"Considering the fact you've hit me recently it shouldn't be to hard for you to figure out whether or not he's worse than you. He doesn't hit me, threaten me, or cheat me like you did." I spat glaring at him as he approached.

"So you're dating him now?"

"Why does it matter? I'm never going back to you."

He laughed drily before grabbing my arm roughly, "You think you have an option? One way or another Tristan you'll be mine again."

Austin was quick to pull him off of me, "Don't touch her."

Max quickly stepped back and pushed Austin away from him bitterly murmuring, "What do you think you own her?"

"No and you need to stop acting like you do, Tristan isn't an object. She's not some kind of play thing you can through to the side when you're bored with her and then come back to when ever you please. You've had your fun with her, now just leave her alone."

"If I didn't know any better I would say you were in love with her." Max retorted.

Austin surprisingly smirked, "That's more than she could have ever said about you."

Before I knew what was happening Max snatched something out of his pocket and flicked his rage filled gaze towards me as he threatened, "Trist I really suggest that you reconsider what you're about to do, for his sake because after this its only going to get worse."

Suddenly Darby's car ripped up the road and screeched to a halt behind us. She climbed out of her vehicle with wicked grin.

"What are you doing here?" I asked her feeling more puzzled with this situation by the second.

"Helping Max." She stated with a bored voice.

I decided to cut the chase and ask her the question I had been dying to know the answer to,
"Did you tell Alan that I was with Austin?"

She chuckled softly, "Well of course, who else would?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because you don't deserve Austin and because Max asked me to."

"Then what are you doing here now?"

"Being a get away car."

I raised an eyebrow at her and swiftly Max lunges for Austin, then a sickening sound escapes Austin's lips as he shoves Max away; clutching his side. Max staggers back and I finally see what he had in his hand the whole time, a pocket knife. The blade was wet and red, but before I could do anything to stop Max, he and Darby got away in her sleek sliver car. Since there was no use in going after them, I immediately checked on Austin and I had been right about the knife because Austin's blood was seeping through his shirt.

"Oh my god, we need to get you to a hospital." I say with a rushed voice, trying to be as gentle as I could as I helped him to his feet.

I ripped off my jacket pressing it to his side as I got him into his car, in hopes to stop the bleeding. "Here just keep this pressed over it."

I rushed over to the drivers side and quickly called the closest hospital telling them what had happened and that we were on our way as I peeled out of Max's apartment complex. Thanks to the fact we weren't that far from the hospital and my speeding it didn't take very long to get to the emergency room. I discovered that nurses had been waiting for my arrival and they quickly took over in helping Austin, so at that point I felt helpless and useless as all I could do was stand there ringing my hands together. Once they had him I was made to stay in the waiting room, trying not to cry in front of all these strangers because to be honest the only person I've ever been comfortable crying in front of was Austin and now all I can do is sit here, worrying myself sick about whether or not he'll be alright.

A single thought kept running over and over in my mind, 'This is my fault, all my fault.'

Trying to distract myself as best as I could I decided to call Alan because he needed to know what happened and I just need my brother here with me. Our conversation was short and rushed, so it wasn't long until he found me in the waiting room and hurriedly pulled me into a tight hug.

"Tristan I'm sorry." Alan murmured as he held me to his chest.

"I did this to him Alan, he'll never forgive me." I cried clutching his t-shirt as my eyes began to well up.

He shook his head, "Austin would forgive you for anything, I know him."

"I just want him to be okay." I whispered shakily.

"Well I'll stay right here with you until we know that he is."

Alan and I sat down a few minutes later when I was able to calm down some more, then all we could was wait.

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