I Should've Known Better.
Maybe it's true, maybe you're not gonna change
The first time Zacky and my eyes crossed path were to an Avenged Sevenfold concert, I'd traveled all the way from Denmark to the big U.S.A so I could watch them play live. I'm not really a person with loads of money, but I'd saved up, and it seemed that my favorite band, Good Charlotte, was not going to play live any time soon. So I took the next best and went on a flight. I was scared to go to a concert outside Denmark, I'd never tried it before and we'd all heard the scary stories about young girls that has been captured on the streets in the night, then turned up a couple of weeks after dead. I later found out that it was the least of my problems.
I should've known better.
When our eyes met that night, I think we both knew that something magical would happen. From my spot in the crowd I studied his green/hazel eyes when he looked up from his guitar, and whenever he looked up, he always searched and found my light blue ones. After the concert I knew we would meet officially, I had a backstage pass and of course I would use it to go meet the band, it would be a waste of money if I didn't. When the other fans and I came into the dressing-room to meet the guys, Zacky went straight for me with a smirk plastered on his face. He had a perfect idea of what would happen that night, and he planned to stick to it. Why I went with it this perfect idea of his, I don't know, but I remember clearly what happened that night.
I should've known better.
"Hey young lady" he said in a seductively voice, I smiled slightly and looked down feeling shy all sudden.
"Hey" I greeted back, he laughed quietly and moved closer into me, making my heart skip a beat. It felt wrong and right at the same time.
"A quiet one eh? What's your name young lady?" He asked me, I looked up at him gulping. It was the easiest question in the world, yet I found it hard to say, guess I'm as shy as people tell I am. Hell, I know I am, especially with boys. Or in this case, man.
"Annizette" I told him, and quickly added "But people call me Kiddo." He nodded smirking, a smirk I later learned that he used when he's thinking about sexual stuff he wants to do with the girl he's talking to. He moved his mouth down to my ear and I could feel his hot breath tickling against my skin.
"Kiddo, I like that name... What do you say we take this conversation and move to another place? There are too many people here." I looked around, I had forgotten about all the other fans and the rest of the band. They were talking, but out of the eye corner I knew that they were looking at us, some judging us, some jealous of me.
I should've known better.
He took me to an empty dressing-room, then pushed me against the kissing me, moving his lips down on my neck. I gasped and moaned, no one had ever done that to me before, and this was the first time. His hands roamed all over my body, I shook slightly making him stop and look at me.
"Something wrong?" He asked me, I looked into his eyes gulping then looked down.
"I-I've never t-tried something l-like t-this before...” I stuttered he cocks an eyebrow and gave me the elevator look.
"Are you a virgin?" I shake my head quietly looking down.
"N-no, I lost m-my virginity when about 2 y-years a-ago, but I-I was drunk, s-so I d-don't k-know what t-to do...” I tell him, he smirks and lifts my chin so I was looking at his face, he then leans in and kiss me passionately.
"Just do what I tell you then, Kiddo." I nods slightly, and he attaches his lips on my neck again moving his hands up under my top, caressing my body. I gasp then moan quietly in pleasure, not wanting anyone to hear me. Then he picked me up and laid me down on the benches that stood in the dressing-room. I took off his shirt revealing what was hidden underneath, gulping at the sight. He laughed quietly at my facial expression.
"Guess you like what you see" He told me, I looked up at him then turned bright red then turned away, he kissed my neck.
"You don't need to look away, I won't judge you at all" I looked up at him then he leans down and kisses me taking off my clothes, I took of the rest of his and gulped over the size of his cock. How’s that going to fit inside of me? I didn't know at all.
He positioned himself in between my legs, and pushed himself inside of me, I gasped loudly screaming in both pain and pleasure, screaming his name on the top of my lungs.
I should've known better.
After that night in the dressing-room, he visited me at the hotel room I was staying in at the time. We had sex a couple of times more and one night after wards we were laying and just cuddling, when he told me he wanted me to stay. He told me he'd buy an apartment for me, and give me anything I wanted. I was lost for words at that time, 'Coz I knew that Zacky was married, that was no secret to the A7X fan. I never asked him about her, if she knew about me and him, or if he was going to divorce her or something like that. And I regretted not asking, 'Coz I was on her territory, she'd been there for years, and I was just a stupid 19 years old girl believing in anything a 28 years old man told me.
I should've known better.
I lived in the apartment Zacky bought for me, he came every now and then and we would have amazing sex, the way he liked it, I never complained. I liked the sex 'Coz he taught me things I never could have found out myself. It was exiting, yet pleasuring, he was a good teacher.
When Zacky wasn't around I would make myself usefully, I went out exploring the town, buying things for my home, and Zacky's second home. He had two homes, yet he felt homeless. The way he flickered between her and me, I always wondered how he found inner piece, when his life was a mess.
I should've known better.
After 2 years, I'd finally had enough. I felt like the most horrible person ever, I felt disgusted with Zacky about the way he could do this to his wife and let it get this far out, I was disgusted with myself for just spreading my legs and let him do what he wanted. There she wandered around in their beautiful home thinking everything was amazing, she has a loving and caring husband. And he was just fucking around with a younger girl that he bought apartment for, and bought pretty things to. It was wrong.
He came around a Friday evening. I remember it was in the middle of August, still summer, but you could feel that it was getting colder. Earlier that day I had gone for a walk in the park, trying to figure out what to say to him. I wanted to let him know it was wrong and I wanted it to stop, but I guess I was kind of scared of what he would say at that time.
When he walked through the door that evening, he saw me sitting on a chair looking towards the front door; he immediately knew something was wrong with me.
"Something wrong Kiddo?" He asked me walking towards me. I looked up at him gulping then got up.
"This." I simply told him. He cocked an eyebrow not understanding what I meant.
"This?" He asked walking slowly towards me, laying his keys on the counter of the kitchen. I backed away from him, making him stop and look at me weirdly.
"This we're doing Zacky, its wrong! You’re married." He laughed at my words, making me gulp slightly.
"It never stopped you before." He simply told me, I looked down feeling embarrassed 'Coz he was right.
"It does now...” I whimper, "I feel so bad for taking part and doing this towards your wife."
"What she doesn't know doesn't kill her." He simply said, anger started to boil inside of me; I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.
"How can you say it like that?! It's horrible! You're horrible! She walks around thinking only good things about you, and we're just doing this towards her. I can't do this any longer, it breaks my heart to have done this towards her for so long." silence filled the apartment, I could see that Zacky was thinking about what I said, trying to come up with a good defense.
"Well Annizette, you're just as horrible as me, you accepted it all and spread your legs for me. Maybe 'Coz of this expensive apartment?" he asked with a smirk on his face, he knew he'd hit a soft spot in my heart. I shook my head in a weak defense.
"It wasn't like that... And I know I'm horrible, but I'm not as horrible as you, I have the guts to end this. I'm going home!" I told him in a firm voice, or I hoped it was a firm voice. He laughed at me crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then do it, go home to your ridiculous little country, there's plenty whores like you out there" he pointed out of the window. I scowled at him then walked up to looking up into his eyes.
"You're never going to change are you?" he glared at me.
"Nope." I shake my head then slap him across the face. He didn't move an inch, still glaring at me.
"Get the fuck out you slut." he said through clenched teeth. I walked into the bedroom grabbing my bags, only packed with the clothes I had when I went to U.S.A, then left the apartment. I never took any of the things he'd bought for me, with me. I wanted no memory of him or the things we'd done.
I should've known better.
When I sat on the plane in Mexico the next morning, I thought about the two years I'd spent together with Zacky, or the time I had him. Even if what we did was horrible I'd miss all the sweet moments we had together, even though he's a horrible person, he could be kind. But it was wrong, the kindness he showed me was only meant for the woman he'd promised to spend the rest of his life with, she deserved it more that a 21 years old slut like me. I shook my head, I was no slut, or at least I would like to think I wasn't. But sometimes you have to say, 'sorry I can't stay'. And at this point it was the right thing, I needed to go home and find myself, believe that I'm a good person, who just didn't know any better.
I should've known better.
I should've...
I should've known better.
When our eyes met that night, I think we both knew that something magical would happen. From my spot in the crowd I studied his green/hazel eyes when he looked up from his guitar, and whenever he looked up, he always searched and found my light blue ones. After the concert I knew we would meet officially, I had a backstage pass and of course I would use it to go meet the band, it would be a waste of money if I didn't. When the other fans and I came into the dressing-room to meet the guys, Zacky went straight for me with a smirk plastered on his face. He had a perfect idea of what would happen that night, and he planned to stick to it. Why I went with it this perfect idea of his, I don't know, but I remember clearly what happened that night.
I should've known better.
"Hey young lady" he said in a seductively voice, I smiled slightly and looked down feeling shy all sudden.
"Hey" I greeted back, he laughed quietly and moved closer into me, making my heart skip a beat. It felt wrong and right at the same time.
"A quiet one eh? What's your name young lady?" He asked me, I looked up at him gulping. It was the easiest question in the world, yet I found it hard to say, guess I'm as shy as people tell I am. Hell, I know I am, especially with boys. Or in this case, man.
"Annizette" I told him, and quickly added "But people call me Kiddo." He nodded smirking, a smirk I later learned that he used when he's thinking about sexual stuff he wants to do with the girl he's talking to. He moved his mouth down to my ear and I could feel his hot breath tickling against my skin.
"Kiddo, I like that name... What do you say we take this conversation and move to another place? There are too many people here." I looked around, I had forgotten about all the other fans and the rest of the band. They were talking, but out of the eye corner I knew that they were looking at us, some judging us, some jealous of me.
I should've known better.
He took me to an empty dressing-room, then pushed me against the kissing me, moving his lips down on my neck. I gasped and moaned, no one had ever done that to me before, and this was the first time. His hands roamed all over my body, I shook slightly making him stop and look at me.
"Something wrong?" He asked me, I looked into his eyes gulping then looked down.
"I-I've never t-tried something l-like t-this before...” I stuttered he cocks an eyebrow and gave me the elevator look.
"Are you a virgin?" I shake my head quietly looking down.
"N-no, I lost m-my virginity when about 2 y-years a-ago, but I-I was drunk, s-so I d-don't k-know what t-to do...” I tell him, he smirks and lifts my chin so I was looking at his face, he then leans in and kiss me passionately.
"Just do what I tell you then, Kiddo." I nods slightly, and he attaches his lips on my neck again moving his hands up under my top, caressing my body. I gasp then moan quietly in pleasure, not wanting anyone to hear me. Then he picked me up and laid me down on the benches that stood in the dressing-room. I took off his shirt revealing what was hidden underneath, gulping at the sight. He laughed quietly at my facial expression.
"Guess you like what you see" He told me, I looked up at him then turned bright red then turned away, he kissed my neck.
"You don't need to look away, I won't judge you at all" I looked up at him then he leans down and kisses me taking off my clothes, I took of the rest of his and gulped over the size of his cock. How’s that going to fit inside of me? I didn't know at all.
He positioned himself in between my legs, and pushed himself inside of me, I gasped loudly screaming in both pain and pleasure, screaming his name on the top of my lungs.
I should've known better.
After that night in the dressing-room, he visited me at the hotel room I was staying in at the time. We had sex a couple of times more and one night after wards we were laying and just cuddling, when he told me he wanted me to stay. He told me he'd buy an apartment for me, and give me anything I wanted. I was lost for words at that time, 'Coz I knew that Zacky was married, that was no secret to the A7X fan. I never asked him about her, if she knew about me and him, or if he was going to divorce her or something like that. And I regretted not asking, 'Coz I was on her territory, she'd been there for years, and I was just a stupid 19 years old girl believing in anything a 28 years old man told me.
I should've known better.
I lived in the apartment Zacky bought for me, he came every now and then and we would have amazing sex, the way he liked it, I never complained. I liked the sex 'Coz he taught me things I never could have found out myself. It was exiting, yet pleasuring, he was a good teacher.
When Zacky wasn't around I would make myself usefully, I went out exploring the town, buying things for my home, and Zacky's second home. He had two homes, yet he felt homeless. The way he flickered between her and me, I always wondered how he found inner piece, when his life was a mess.
I should've known better.
After 2 years, I'd finally had enough. I felt like the most horrible person ever, I felt disgusted with Zacky about the way he could do this to his wife and let it get this far out, I was disgusted with myself for just spreading my legs and let him do what he wanted. There she wandered around in their beautiful home thinking everything was amazing, she has a loving and caring husband. And he was just fucking around with a younger girl that he bought apartment for, and bought pretty things to. It was wrong.
He came around a Friday evening. I remember it was in the middle of August, still summer, but you could feel that it was getting colder. Earlier that day I had gone for a walk in the park, trying to figure out what to say to him. I wanted to let him know it was wrong and I wanted it to stop, but I guess I was kind of scared of what he would say at that time.
When he walked through the door that evening, he saw me sitting on a chair looking towards the front door; he immediately knew something was wrong with me.
"Something wrong Kiddo?" He asked me walking towards me. I looked up at him gulping then got up.
"This." I simply told him. He cocked an eyebrow not understanding what I meant.
"This?" He asked walking slowly towards me, laying his keys on the counter of the kitchen. I backed away from him, making him stop and look at me weirdly.
"This we're doing Zacky, its wrong! You’re married." He laughed at my words, making me gulp slightly.
"It never stopped you before." He simply told me, I looked down feeling embarrassed 'Coz he was right.
"It does now...” I whimper, "I feel so bad for taking part and doing this towards your wife."
"What she doesn't know doesn't kill her." He simply said, anger started to boil inside of me; I looked up at him with tears streaming down my face.
"How can you say it like that?! It's horrible! You're horrible! She walks around thinking only good things about you, and we're just doing this towards her. I can't do this any longer, it breaks my heart to have done this towards her for so long." silence filled the apartment, I could see that Zacky was thinking about what I said, trying to come up with a good defense.
"Well Annizette, you're just as horrible as me, you accepted it all and spread your legs for me. Maybe 'Coz of this expensive apartment?" he asked with a smirk on his face, he knew he'd hit a soft spot in my heart. I shook my head in a weak defense.
"It wasn't like that... And I know I'm horrible, but I'm not as horrible as you, I have the guts to end this. I'm going home!" I told him in a firm voice, or I hoped it was a firm voice. He laughed at me crossing his arms over his chest.
"Then do it, go home to your ridiculous little country, there's plenty whores like you out there" he pointed out of the window. I scowled at him then walked up to looking up into his eyes.
"You're never going to change are you?" he glared at me.
"Nope." I shake my head then slap him across the face. He didn't move an inch, still glaring at me.
"Get the fuck out you slut." he said through clenched teeth. I walked into the bedroom grabbing my bags, only packed with the clothes I had when I went to U.S.A, then left the apartment. I never took any of the things he'd bought for me, with me. I wanted no memory of him or the things we'd done.
I should've known better.
When I sat on the plane in Mexico the next morning, I thought about the two years I'd spent together with Zacky, or the time I had him. Even if what we did was horrible I'd miss all the sweet moments we had together, even though he's a horrible person, he could be kind. But it was wrong, the kindness he showed me was only meant for the woman he'd promised to spend the rest of his life with, she deserved it more that a 21 years old slut like me. I shook my head, I was no slut, or at least I would like to think I wasn't. But sometimes you have to say, 'sorry I can't stay'. And at this point it was the right thing, I needed to go home and find myself, believe that I'm a good person, who just didn't know any better.
I should've known better.
I should've...
