Let's check in on Austin and Brittany, shall we?

Brittany looked at the warehouse in front her, a pang of guilt laying dormant inside her. All of Benjamin's stuff was laying inside, most of it unused, with the exception of his video game collection which Austin would occasionally borrow from ("For such a piece of shit, he's got good taste," she once overheard him say), as well as Benjamin's limited edition Gibson guitar, which Austin sold on Ebay. She still couldn't believe he actually did that. She was still pissed at him. Not just for the guitar, but for... all of this.

Brittany was doing perfectly fine before Austin decided to go on this messed up campaign of vengeance against her ex. She wasn't even that mad at him for what he did. She was sad, yes, but never once felt the urge to actively sabotage his life.

Her brother, on the other hand? This was all his idea.

She could still remember just how shocked she was when she saw her brother pull up into their home one afternoon, driving a Uhaul truck, filled up with all sortd of random knickknacks and trinkets.

As she observed the back of the truck, she asked nervously, "Uhh, Austin? Where did you get all of this stuff from?"

Austin chuckled lightly. "That piece of shit Benjamin ruined you, so I ruined him," he responded. "I just took of his stuff from his house."

Hearing this newfound information, Brittany turned to her older brother, eyes wide, mouth agape. "You..." she stammered, in disbelief at what he just said. "You WHAT?!?"

He stared back, confused at her younger sister's outrage. "What?" he questioned. "I thought you would want **** for what he did to you."

"****?!" Brittany snapped. "Why would I want **** against Benjamin? He hurt me, yeah, but this?!" she gestured towards the open truck door. "This is WAY too far, Austin!"

As she was shouted her shock at her brother's cruel and unusual actions, she noticed a bundle of cloth in her brother's hands. "What are those?" she asked, pointing at them.

Her brother held the bundle up like it was a trophy. "Oh, these are the clothes he was wearing," he answered. "You should've seen the look on his face when I started to pull them off of him!" he chuckled again at the thought of it.

Brittany ran her hands through her hair, absolutely shocked. "You're insane," she exclaimed. "You're actually fucking insane, Austin! You mean to tell me you stole all of Benjamin's stuff? What does he have left?"

Austin shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. "He's got nothing," he muttered, grinning. "I took all of it."