Animosity In The Ranks
Chapter 63
***Zacky's P.O.V.***
“Stupid, whorish, crotch sore ridden, piece of,” Zacky started to rant rather loudly as he walked off from the side stage.
Zacky only paused in his cursing because he had stubbed his foot on some random piece of equipment. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to stop his string of profanities long enough to notice that the blue haired girl they had added for this tour was staring at him.
“What?” Zacky asked indignantly.
He really didn’t mean to snipe at her, to bite her head off. He had no real beef with her, and from what he knew she sounded like an all right girl, all right enough to have one of his best friends so totally smitten with her that he acted like a total boob around her. Her only fault was that she was Kailey’s friend as well.
“Don’t bite my fucking head off,” Katie snapped back, though not with malice, just sounding irked at being snapped at for no reason.
“Sorry,” Zacky muttered half ass-ly.
“Suuure you are,” Katie replied as she turned her eyes back towards the stage where Kales was still prominent.
Zacky couldn’t help but let his eyes follow hers. And when they landed back on stage, back on Kales, he resumed his string of profanities.
“What’s your beef with her anyway? What she ever do to you?” Katie asked, sounding more like she wanted to know rather than giving him shit.
But it didn’t matter.
“None of your god damn business,” Zacky snapped, resuming his walk off the stage.
“It’s not like you love one another,” Zacky heard Katie’s voice shout at him as he made it to the back stage area.
He sneered a bit but couldn’t help but think of the words that echoed Katie’s almost perfectly.
“No one will ever love you Zachary Baker.”
Zacky shook his head to dislodge the piece of his past he sorely didn’t want shaking around in his head anymore. So what if it bugged the shit out of him that he couldn’t remember exactly why Kales and him hated one another. He was just fine with how things were between the two of them. So what if he tried foolishly to make things right between them. She’d always hate him and he’d always hate her, that’s just how things were. No amount of talking and looks from his best friends was going to change that. The sooner they figured that out the sooner they’d stop giving him a headache.
Growling a bit Zacky shook his head and searched his pockets for his cigarettes, in bad need of one at the moment. As soon as he had one lit and between his lips, his first drag not even fully inhaled, he heard the doors behind him smash open and the loud voices of his friends fill the air.
“Did you see that? I mean I know she looked like she enjoyed it and all but I am sure she was glaring daggers at him at first,” Johnny said loudly.
“Do you think Katie would kill me if I did that?” Zacky heard Matt ask as the two of them walked past him, not really noticing him on the couch.
Meh, it didn’t bother him any.
“I’m pretty sure Katie would die and then Kales would kill you afterwards for killing her friend. And then after all that I’m sure Katie would resurrect herself and kill you after she resurrected you. I wouldn’t try it dude,” Johnny teased as clapped Matt on the back.
Zacky closed his eyes as his two friends and band mates walked off to finish their before stage rituals. They all had their individual things but right now Zacky really didn’t feel like doing his. He was enjoying the images of Kales killing Jeph that were playing over and over again in his mind. Then it turned to Jeph killing Kales and Zacky felt himself grinning. But then it morphed into Kales killing him on stage. At that Zacky shot his eyes open manually and shook his head.
“What the fuck?” Zacky breathed shakily as he exhaled his last drag.
Once again Zacky tried closing his eyes but this time it was the memory of the piece of the puzzle he had figured out repeating over and over again his head. Always Kales’ voice.
“No one will ever love you Zachary Baker. No one will ever love you Zachary Baker.”
Over and over again, the same thing. Zacky felt himself squinting his eyes tighter, trying to mentally force the memory out of his brain. Why did Jimmy have to ask him months ago why he and Kales fought. If he hadn’t Zacky wouldn’t have sat and thought on it at night, trying to figure it out. He wouldn’t be plagued by the memory of what he actually remembered. And it wouldn’t repeat in his head and anger him for reasons he still had no idea about. Clamping his eyes as tight as he could Zacky once again tried to drown out the repeating phrase, the constant sound of the bitch’s voice.
“No one will ever love you Zachary Baker. I will NEVER love you.”
“What the fuck?” Zacky found himself shouting and sitting bolt upright on the couch.
Was that another piece to the puzzle? Had she really said that? Why would it matter so much if she had said that any ways? Why was he so suddenly wrapped up in the past anyway? Why couldn’t he get the bitch out of his head? He didn’t care about the past, no matter how much Jimmy liked to play at otherwise. But having Kales stuck on his brain was driving him over the edge.
“Kailey you fucking stupid cunt get the hell out of my head!” Zacky yelled as he pounded one of his fists against the side of his temple, using Kales’ full name.
Something he hadn’t done in many, many, years.
At Zacky’s outburst he heard the door ahead of him open somewhat.
“You okay man?” Jimmy asked, sounding actually concerned.
“Mhuah, gah. Go away I’m fine,” Zacky snapped, sounding more venomous than intended.
He had no real issue with Jimmy, but he was always the one to take Kales’ side, always championing her. And he didn’t know why it bugged him so much that Jimmy did. But for some reason it did, and Jimmy always had the worse possible timing of always showing up when Kales was on his mind.
“All right chill dude,” Jimmy said before disappearing again.
Zacky sighed and closed his eyes again, remembering to put out his cigarette butt first. He was exhausted, he was seething with hate and anger, and he still had a show to play. If this was what it was going to be like the entire tour with her around Zacky planned on asking to have at least the sleeping arrangements changed. No matter how much everyone tried keeping them separated, still sleeping on the same bus was going to end up with one of them killed.
-xXx-
Zacky finally gave up trying to calm the tumultuous feelings boiling inside him and stood up from the couch. Stalking over the fridge he ripped it open and grabbed a beer, hoping that downing it in lightening speed would help quell his mental rampage. Slamming the now empty beer bottle on the counter in the green room Zacky let out a loud smack of his lips as air escaped past them.
“Nope, didn’t work,” Zacky said out loud.
He leaned in and grabbed a second, hoping that at least this one would do something to rid his brain of the voice that was constantly showing up. Downing it Zacky tossed the empty bottle, along with it’s predecessor, into the nearby trash can. Figuring he better slow down on the shot gunning of fermented hops and barley since he still had to grace the stage in roughly a few minutes Zacky went to go tune his guitar on his own. It always helped clear his head before so why not now right? Walking back to his dressing room Zacky locked himself inside and did just that.
“Stupid, whorish, crotch sore ridden, piece of,” Zacky started to rant rather loudly as he walked off from the side stage.
Zacky only paused in his cursing because he had stubbed his foot on some random piece of equipment. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to stop his string of profanities long enough to notice that the blue haired girl they had added for this tour was staring at him.
“What?” Zacky asked indignantly.
He really didn’t mean to snipe at her, to bite her head off. He had no real beef with her, and from what he knew she sounded like an all right girl, all right enough to have one of his best friends so totally smitten with her that he acted like a total boob around her. Her only fault was that she was Kailey’s friend as well.
“Don’t bite my fucking head off,” Katie snapped back, though not with malice, just sounding irked at being snapped at for no reason.
“Sorry,” Zacky muttered half ass-ly.
“Suuure you are,” Katie replied as she turned her eyes back towards the stage where Kales was still prominent.
Zacky couldn’t help but let his eyes follow hers. And when they landed back on stage, back on Kales, he resumed his string of profanities.
“What’s your beef with her anyway? What she ever do to you?” Katie asked, sounding more like she wanted to know rather than giving him shit.
But it didn’t matter.
“None of your god damn business,” Zacky snapped, resuming his walk off the stage.
“It’s not like you love one another,” Zacky heard Katie’s voice shout at him as he made it to the back stage area.
He sneered a bit but couldn’t help but think of the words that echoed Katie’s almost perfectly.
“No one will ever love you Zachary Baker.”
Zacky shook his head to dislodge the piece of his past he sorely didn’t want shaking around in his head anymore. So what if it bugged the shit out of him that he couldn’t remember exactly why Kales and him hated one another. He was just fine with how things were between the two of them. So what if he tried foolishly to make things right between them. She’d always hate him and he’d always hate her, that’s just how things were. No amount of talking and looks from his best friends was going to change that. The sooner they figured that out the sooner they’d stop giving him a headache.
Growling a bit Zacky shook his head and searched his pockets for his cigarettes, in bad need of one at the moment. As soon as he had one lit and between his lips, his first drag not even fully inhaled, he heard the doors behind him smash open and the loud voices of his friends fill the air.
“Did you see that? I mean I know she looked like she enjoyed it and all but I am sure she was glaring daggers at him at first,” Johnny said loudly.
“Do you think Katie would kill me if I did that?” Zacky heard Matt ask as the two of them walked past him, not really noticing him on the couch.
Meh, it didn’t bother him any.
“I’m pretty sure Katie would die and then Kales would kill you afterwards for killing her friend. And then after all that I’m sure Katie would resurrect herself and kill you after she resurrected you. I wouldn’t try it dude,” Johnny teased as clapped Matt on the back.
Zacky closed his eyes as his two friends and band mates walked off to finish their before stage rituals. They all had their individual things but right now Zacky really didn’t feel like doing his. He was enjoying the images of Kales killing Jeph that were playing over and over again in his mind. Then it turned to Jeph killing Kales and Zacky felt himself grinning. But then it morphed into Kales killing him on stage. At that Zacky shot his eyes open manually and shook his head.
“What the fuck?” Zacky breathed shakily as he exhaled his last drag.
Once again Zacky tried closing his eyes but this time it was the memory of the piece of the puzzle he had figured out repeating over and over again his head. Always Kales’ voice.
“No one will ever love you Zachary Baker. No one will ever love you Zachary Baker.”
Over and over again, the same thing. Zacky felt himself squinting his eyes tighter, trying to mentally force the memory out of his brain. Why did Jimmy have to ask him months ago why he and Kales fought. If he hadn’t Zacky wouldn’t have sat and thought on it at night, trying to figure it out. He wouldn’t be plagued by the memory of what he actually remembered. And it wouldn’t repeat in his head and anger him for reasons he still had no idea about. Clamping his eyes as tight as he could Zacky once again tried to drown out the repeating phrase, the constant sound of the bitch’s voice.
“No one will ever love you Zachary Baker. I will NEVER love you.”
“What the fuck?” Zacky found himself shouting and sitting bolt upright on the couch.
Was that another piece to the puzzle? Had she really said that? Why would it matter so much if she had said that any ways? Why was he so suddenly wrapped up in the past anyway? Why couldn’t he get the bitch out of his head? He didn’t care about the past, no matter how much Jimmy liked to play at otherwise. But having Kales stuck on his brain was driving him over the edge.
“Kailey you fucking stupid cunt get the hell out of my head!” Zacky yelled as he pounded one of his fists against the side of his temple, using Kales’ full name.
Something he hadn’t done in many, many, years.
At Zacky’s outburst he heard the door ahead of him open somewhat.
“You okay man?” Jimmy asked, sounding actually concerned.
“Mhuah, gah. Go away I’m fine,” Zacky snapped, sounding more venomous than intended.
He had no real issue with Jimmy, but he was always the one to take Kales’ side, always championing her. And he didn’t know why it bugged him so much that Jimmy did. But for some reason it did, and Jimmy always had the worse possible timing of always showing up when Kales was on his mind.
“All right chill dude,” Jimmy said before disappearing again.
Zacky sighed and closed his eyes again, remembering to put out his cigarette butt first. He was exhausted, he was seething with hate and anger, and he still had a show to play. If this was what it was going to be like the entire tour with her around Zacky planned on asking to have at least the sleeping arrangements changed. No matter how much everyone tried keeping them separated, still sleeping on the same bus was going to end up with one of them killed.
-xXx-
Zacky finally gave up trying to calm the tumultuous feelings boiling inside him and stood up from the couch. Stalking over the fridge he ripped it open and grabbed a beer, hoping that downing it in lightening speed would help quell his mental rampage. Slamming the now empty beer bottle on the counter in the green room Zacky let out a loud smack of his lips as air escaped past them.
“Nope, didn’t work,” Zacky said out loud.
He leaned in and grabbed a second, hoping that at least this one would do something to rid his brain of the voice that was constantly showing up. Downing it Zacky tossed the empty bottle, along with it’s predecessor, into the nearby trash can. Figuring he better slow down on the shot gunning of fermented hops and barley since he still had to grace the stage in roughly a few minutes Zacky went to go tune his guitar on his own. It always helped clear his head before so why not now right? Walking back to his dressing room Zacky locked himself inside and did just that.
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.
5/3/18