Jauregui.

twelve

"No," I shook my head getting up. "I want to go and have some fun," I smiled a little.

"Okay," she told me, still obviously unsure.

"Mila, I'm fine. I promise, let's go!" I told her, this time dragging her out. She laughed and grabbed some blankets for us along with popcorn and her keys, and we left. Time for some fun.

Lauren's POV:

Silence. That's what I've been giving to my family ever since the blow up. When I heard what I did, I was so ashamed of myself. I haven't said a word when it happened. Not when my dad was yelling at me. Not when my mom was scolding me. Not even when Taylor asked me why. I deserved this pain. The pain of getting my daughter taken away because of my stupid actions. 

My family told me that Camila took her back to LA, so she wouldn't have to be around me. I'm not going to lie, that stung a little, but I knew Averi and Camila didn't have much to do with it. I was grateful of Camila for taking care of my daughter when I couldn't. But, I was mad at myself. I was mad that I wasn't able to be there for my family and support them when they needed it the most. Mad that I hurt my daughter so much. I was so mad at myself. When I woke up, around 7 AM this morning and found out what I'd done...that was the worst feeling and when I was most mad at myself.

I woke up to a banging head ache. My whole body hurt, but I pried my eyes open to see myself in my own room. I looked around for Averi, but couldn't see her anywhere, which made me get out of bed, and despite my head ache, walk downstairs to talk to Averi.

I saw my parents on the couch, their eyes filled with tears, drinking their cups of coffee, silently.

"Mom? Dad? What's wrong? Where's Averi?" I panicked.

"Sit down Lauren," my dad demanded. Noticing his tone, I immediately obeyed. "Do you remember anything that happened from last night to this morning?" he asked.

"Not really," I replied and he looked at me. 

"Let me fill you in then. We got news that Chris died, then you decided to leave for 4 damn hours. Turns out you were at a damn bar, and you came back, drunk out of your mind. Right in front of your daughter," he exclaimed causing me to gasp at the new information.

"But that wasn't even the worst part," he continued, stopping my train of thought. I braced myself for the next part. "You started yelling at poor Averi, calling her a brat, and pushing her. Then, you had the fucking audacity to tell her that you wish she was never born and ran out of the room," he finished and I just sat there in shock.

"M-me?" I asked shakily, pointing to myself

"Yes you! Who the hell else? You messed up really bad Laur. We love you, but you messed up so bad. Averi is going to California with Camila today, but you will rejoin once you have your priorities set again." He angirly told me and I got off the couch, running upstairs to my bed where I started sobbing. Sobbing because of what I did. Because of my little brother's death. Because of hurting my little girl. I cried until I fell asleep, only to be awoken by my mother minutes later.

Just the thought of that memory brought me to tears. I knew I needed to fix things, but had no idea how. I decided to swallow my pride, and talk to my little sister, who was wise beyond her years. Reaching her room, and knocking on the door, I heard a faint "come in." I opened the door to see her crying, while looking at some albums of our family.

"Tay?" I asked, hesitantly.

She looked up and glared at me. "What the hell do you want? Do you want to go off on me, too?" she asked angrily, wiping her eyes.