5 ‘ITS BEEN 11 MONTHS...” - MAST

And I did end up there. The group of normally loud men, sat in silence net to me with their intense eyes trains on me.

Instinctively I knew I wasn't gonna get far if I ran, but I used my words to the fullest to keep the buff men at bay, "I don't understand quite what you want from me..." I started.

"Honey, well all know very well what we are all here for. No speakth!" Said Clark, a buff man with a tinny wife, he was noble but also nosy.

"How about we tell her why we are gathered her today?" Began Mark, I'm still pissed off at him for bringing me here, his lean body leaned against the wall off to the side.

"Ah, yes. The reason. Like we all don't know." Lurk said cynically, dragging his thick fingers through his messy, shiny black hair.

"Max, we left you alone with this for too long. It's time to talk about it." Kurt softly explained.

"Fuc- fun. I know I've held off, why can't I continue like that?" I reason with the psychos.

"No. Not after last night's disaster," grumbles Mast, his beefy arms crossed against his large, muscular chest.

"I'm just alone. It's fine everyone goes through this after a break up." I whine.

"Fuck no. You have been gripping on that mistake bi-atch since the day she left." Mark yelled.

"Its been 11 months Alex. It's time to let her go," whispered Mast.

"I loved her, man. I loved her," I felt my eyes cry the tear my heart felt.

"Yes but she's gone and she's not coming back. So fuck her!" Soft hearted Kurt screamed, Mast wrapped his huge arms around his little counterpart. The two of them are the cutest in the squad.

Mark, Clark, and Lurk grab my arms and legs and remove me from the room. Mast and Kurt trailed quietly behind. Once I realized what they were going to do I screamed and struggled against their gym made bodies. They barely broke a sweat and I was cursing them for every inch of their lives.