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Animosity In The Ranks

Chapter 4

When you got back to your loft and unlocked the front door, which you silently thanked Matt for remembering to do, you were met with a shock. The area had been cleaned, there was no proof of the horrible news you had received or how you had reacted. Not a speck of any broken piece was laying around. You looked down next to the side table you always threw your keys on, laying on it was a note written in the perfect handwriting you instantly recognized as your brothers.

"After you left, we decided to help a bit. WE cleaned it up for you. Hope it helps sis. Know I'll gladly kill the bastard if need be. Oh, also fed Minx.

loves,
S"


You laughed at how he had stressed the 'we', you found it highly unlikely that Zacky had lifted a finger to help your brother in the cleaning of the loft. You threw your bag carelessly on the couch and figured that that was probably where Zacky sat the whole time, munching on god knows what as Matt toiled in labor.

"Stupid fucking cunt bag," you whispered to yourself and the house as you pictured Zacky lazing about.

You went out onto the balcony and lit a cigarette. You didn't know why you were smoking outside anymore, since the only reason you did was because Eric said he didn't like the smell in the house. You had agreed, even though it was your loft, not his. But you had agreed.

"Old habits die hard," you said to the late night air.

"Hiya Minx," you said as you heard a soft bell jingle and something soft entwine around your legs.

Minx mewed in response and you bent down to pet him before picking him up and carrying him inside.

"I think you're the only male I can still stand, besides the brood of course," you said into the fur of your cat.

Minx was a slender black cat that you had had just about your entire life, he had a white splatter on his back hip that looked like someone had splattered white paint on him. Your grandfather use to tease you, saying he painted him especially for you.

Placing him down you laughed a little at how you used the old term for the group of guys. You had started calling them the brood after your mother had complained that it felt like she had a brood of children. It just stuck after so many years, you just hadn't called them that in years. You sighed and started the walk towards the spiral staircase, but stopped when you noticed something off about one of the tables.

Walking over you noticed what was off, all the picture frames containing Eric or you and Eric had been removed. You went through the entire downstairs and saw that all of them had been removed. Upstairs you found it to be the same as the downstairs, even in your bedroom. Which had been had been tidied and the bed made. You smiled to yourself at your brothers thoughtfulness, and found a similar note on your beside table.

"Took the liberty of removing all the photos containing his bastard face. If you for some sick reason want them back for any purpose that isn't for burning then you will have to kiss Zacky. And since that will never happen, the photos are safe with us. Have a good night and hopefully well get to see more of you tomorrow.

loves,
S

p.s.
It was Zacky's idea to take the photos"


"Yeah right, my ass," you said as you slumped down onto your bed, unlacing your combat boots and chucking them across the room.

You changed into an old ratty pair of sweats and a tank top before crawling into bed.

"I don't think Zacky has a decent bone in his entire body," you said as you laid your head against your pillows and turned on your side.

You laid there letting your mind wander, trying to go to sleep, but you just couldn't. You decided to focus on the next thing that popped into your head and think about it till it bored you and went to sleep. Unfortunately it was Zacky sneering at you, and instinctively you growled, loud enough that it caused Minx to raise his ears on the end of the bed.

"The sad thing is I don't even know what started our hatred really, it's all so foggy. I just remember getting ready for my first real date with my new boyfriend. It was the end of summer, right before my sophomore year of high school. I had never really had a boyfriend till then, since Matt, Jimmy and Zacky tended to scare them all off. But Josh, Josh wasn't scared away, he asked me out and I had said yes," you reminisced inside your head.

"I remember the guys being royally pissed that this guy had dared defy them, I think I remember Zacky being even more so but I am not sure," you debated with yourself.

"I remember him coming to the door to pick me up, I was so excited even though Jimmy and Matt were making fun of me. I think Zacky was fuming in the corner. Josh rang the door bell and I answered. As I was saying hello, I remember Zacky rushing me and yanking my tank top and bra down from behind, and then Josh laughing. I remember slamming the door shut in his face and turning around after I had fixed myself and slapping Zacky. But that can't be all, it had something to do with the next day, I just can't remember it all," you mentally stewed as you shifted onto your other side, trying to get comfortable as you delved through uncomfortable thoughts.

"It had something to do with his reason for justifying it. He had tried to explain his reasoning and I know it was bullshit, it had to be, I just don't know what it was. I remembering saying something, must have been pretty bad cause he stepped closer to me. Then I remember punching him then running out of the room, after shrieking something else," you thought to yourself and you mentally tried to pick through the cloudy memories.

"Still doesn't change the fact the he is the lowest type of scum bag on the earth, the lowest," you thought to yourself before closing your eyes and imagining shoving Zacky into oncoming traffic and falling peacefully into sleep. **At Matt's apartment**
"Dude seriously can you not fuck up tomorrow. I haven't seen Kales since Christmas, of last year. I didn't even go to her damn wedding for crying out loud," Matt said as he dropped onto the couch in his living room.

"It's not like we obviously missed much, look at what came of it. I'm guessing it was just like her marriage, dry, fruitless and bound for disaster. A complete joke," Zacky said as he dropped to the couch as well, with a bag of potato chips in hands

"See? See what I mean? Can't you just man up for a while so I can see her without having to drag you two off each others throats. It gets tiring after a while. I just want to have some quality time with everyone, including her," Matt said, adding the second part on before Zacky could open his mouth and say something smart ass like.

"Why am I the only one being harped on?" Zacky asked indignantly as he shoved chips into his mouth.

"You're not. Do you even remember why you hate her so much?" Matt asked as he got up and walked into his room.

"Because she is the worst excuse for a living breathing female and should be plagued with crotch lice for the rest of her miserably, spite filled years only to die in pain and alone," Zacky spat out, not really looking at Matt.

"Right. And you should count your lucky stars that the only reason I haven't killed you for saying this type of shit about my sister and kicking you out of the band is because I know you don't mean it. Not truly. Because I remember what you two use to be like before whatever it was that killed the two of you inside," Matt said before shutting his door and going to bed.

"Whatever lets you sleep at night M," Zacky said as he went to the room he claimed as his own in Matt's apartment.

Stepping into his room Zacky stubbed his toe on something as he fumbled for the lights in the dark. Once the lights were on he looked down to see what the culprit was. It was the large cardboard box of pictures they had taken from Kaileys loft, he still didn't know why he had to store them in his room.

"Stupid fucking bitch ridden ass sore," Zacky swore, kicking the box for good measure before turning off the lights and falling onto his bed without bothering to change.

"I hope to god she smothers herself in her sleep," Zacky grumbled into his crumpled pillow, still smelling of sex from the last random groupie he had had over.

Turning onto his back Zacky contemplated what Matt had said. He really didn't want to lose the band, and especially the groupies, but he was sure he would never stop hating Kailey. He would never fess it up to Matt that he really and truly couldn't remember what caused the rift to divide between the two of them. He'd die first. He just wished he could remember what it was, that maybe it could fuel him with something new to throw in her face. Sighing Zacky placed his hands behind his head, closed his eyes and tried to remember.

"It had something to do with a boyfriend, the one that had managed to sneak past us, the one that was able to make it through the torture. I remember I didn't like him, that something put me off of him, that he didn't feel right. I remember when he picked her up I pulled her shirt down and he laughed. I know that can't be the real reason we hate each other like this," Zacky thought to himself as he kicked his shoes off, still not opening his eyes.

"It escalated and exploded the next day, the next day was the lock on the coffin door of us ever reviving our friendship. I just don't know what really happened. I tried saying my piece, or something, she flipped out and freaked on me. I went at her, she punched me, then shrieked something else before running out. What the fuck was it? It had to be good to have started our ever so loving relationship," Zacky thought smugly to himself before drfiting to sleep.

Notes

Okay so my slow self realized that there is an Italics button at the top.
Shoot me, it's SUnday, my brain is a little slow and this is a new site.
BUT is it possible to add color to my text?
I put my dream sequences in a different color so you know they're not just mental conversation.

If anyone could help me out that would SUPERB!!!

Comments

Out of all the fanfics this is the one I've read through 3 times through all 108 chapters. This is one of the best Zacky fics I've read and I still hope it'll be continued one day ; v; a very good read for any Zacky fan.

Tipikly Tipikly
5/3/18

Annnd new chapters....now?! Lol please.

Harleyqn6661 Harleyqn6661
11/10/17

Update, please!! I love this so much!!!!

Holly Holly
12/24/16

I need moar!!!!

gingerSMASH gingerSMASH
2/4/15

OMG PLEASE UPDATE!!!! <3 this story!

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9/3/14