Brian

I sigh standing in the doorway watching Zoe sleep as she slightly thrashed in her sleep. Obviously she was having a nightmare, I sigh heavily. I feel a hand on my shoulder as I glance over my shoulder to see Katie standing there watching Zoe just as I was. “She fell asleep, huh?” She whispers leaning up and pecking my cheek.

“That she did,” I sigh turning around and looking at Katie. “It doesn’t make sense. We’re her godparents along with Dahlia and Matt,” I pause shaking my head. “We all know that Katie would never do drugs, why the fuck would Zacky accuse her of something along those lines, let alone hit her?” I ask Katie.

“I don’t know,” Katie pinches the bridge of her nose and sighing. “Since he had that meeting today with the principle and all, Jimmy called and said that he had been acting stranger than normal. He believed the teacher, that little slutty girl, and Mr. Tate.” She frowns.

“And he knows Zoe would never do anything like that.” I frown.

“Plus, Dahlia called me earlier and said that he was out with the new assistant he hired, Pearl isn’t that her name?” She asks as I nod. “Well, things escalated according to a text Zoe sent me earlier. I figured she’d end up coming over, I told her too if she didn’t feel safe. I just wished—“ She pauses tears falling from her bright blue eyes.

“I know babe.” I sigh pulling her close to me and holding her tightly. “You get ahold of Gena?” I ask.

“Yeah, she’s on her way over to get Zoe,” Katie pulls back and looks up at me. “She’s calling the police to come with her and examining the marks on Zoe from Zacky.” Katie frowns.

“Good enough for the bastard, whatever has gotten over Zac, well,” I sigh shaking my head. “It pains me to say this but Zoe doesn’t need to be near someone who wants to believe everyone over his own daughter, let alone someone who is dating some slut that is obviously trouble.” I say.

“Agreed.” Katie says going into the room and pulling the covers over Zoe and kissing her forehead.

I smile knowing that one day Katie will make a great mom. I sigh and head downstairs and go over to the door seeing the blue and red lights flashing outside the house. I pull the door open to see Gena about to ring the doorbell, “She’s upstairs asleep, Gee it’s bad.” I shake my head.

“How bad Brian?” Gena asks stepping inside with an officer following behind her.

“She’s thrashing in her sleep pretty bad, and was a wreck when she came here.” I tell her.

She sighs going upstairs as the officer and I follow behind her. I watch her carefully go over to Zoe and stroke her hair looking at her. She looks back over at the officer and I tears falling from her eyes, “Sir can you get pictures of this.” She whispers.

The officer nods his head. He goes over snapping pictures of Zoe’s face and shoulders. I frown leaning into the doorway thinking to myself, ‘No teenage girl should have to go through something like this, especially not with the one person they thought they could trust.’