"Luke, Riley, help Blake in here. I want to talk to all of you."
Riley and Luke shared a silent look. They both knew what it meant: tell nothing. That's how it always was. They both took hold of Blake's arms. It was miraculous, really, how lucky he'd been. He'd escaped with minor brain damage, including memory loss from that night. He was healing so fast; he had so much hope.
They all sat down on the couch oposite of their father.
"As you may have noticed, Bridget is nowhere to be found. I told her she couldn't see the boy from across the street anymore or listen to that band."
Blake's eyes widened. "You told her to stop listening to All Time Low? That was her life! She always wanted to go see them! Why would you do that?"
Riley and Luke pretended to look out the window. No one had told Blake that he took Bridget to see them in concert, because they didn't want to bring up how he'd been hurt. It would crush him, not because he got shot, but because he would think it made Bridget's night less special. He was like that all the time. He would pretend to be tough on the outside, but he put everyone else's needs first.
"She's been hurting herself, and I believe it's because of that band and the boy. So I took both away, which is what was best for her."
Riley spoke up for the first time. "Did you ever think that her favorite band and her favorite person might be helping her?"
Her father ignored the comment. "So now, she has run away. And I know you know where they are." He looked at each one. "Blake? Never mind, she wouldn't tell you while you're... you're like...this. Luke? No, you two hated eachother. Riley? Yes, Riley. I know you know where she is. You two were always together. Where is she?" When she said nothing, he yelled "WHERE IS SHE?!" Riley kept silent. Her father took a deep breath and said calmy, "Luke, help Blake. You two go start...doing something. Clean something." Luke got up right away, but Blake was reluctant. He finally got up after a minute. After they left, the father turned to Riley.
"Where is she?!" Riley stayed silent. "Tell me!" he said, and stepped forward and slapped her acros he face. Riley felt tears go down her face, but she wouldn't talk.
"Bridget ran away. She can't survive for long out there. She has no food. She could steal some. Or she could keep going until she starves to death. So, since you aren't telling me, you are killing her, or ensuring that she goes to juvie. By not telling me, you're killing your own sister. Do you want that? Do you want to kill your own sister? Because that's what you're doing."
Riley burst into tears. "They went across the lake. That's all I know!"
"You see, Riley, that's just not good enough. That doesn't help me at all," he said, delivering another blow to her face. Riley sobbed.
"You killed your own sister. Now you have to live with that. She'll never forgive you, you worthless waste of space." he said softly, leaving the room.
Riley cried and cried until there were no more tears. He's right, she thought, I killed her. I deserve to die for this. I'm so sorry, Bridge. I deserve to die.

Notes

Suspense! I just realized, there's basically no All Time Low in this story, which makes it not really an All Time Low Fanfiction. So in the upcoming chapters, there's gonna be more of Alex, Jack, Rian and Zack!
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