Forbidden love, Hidden lust

It hurt so much that Zacky didn’t believe me. I did nothing wrong! Brian was telling me he was sorry for asking me to go on a date, because him and Michelle were working things out. Tears poured out my eyes of the fact that Zacky didn’t want to be around me.

As I laid on my bed, I hurt so bad. He killed me with his words that he told me. I probably shouldn’t have even came here. I should’ve let that guy kill me when he had a chance. I sighed, hearing a knock on the door.

“Come in.” I said through tears. Zacky’s faced showed through.

“Listen, I think you’ve said enough! What else do you want? Do you like seeing me fucking cry or something?” I yelled, throwing my alarm clock at him, missing his head by inches.

“No, your hurt me so much, Zaylyn! How could you?” He retorted back, raising his voice.

“I hurt you? I fucking hurt you, Zack?” I started, getting off the bed. “Nothing was fucking happening between him and I, so get your fucking head out of your goddamn ass!” I yelled in his face.

“My head is out of my goddamned ass! Then what the fuck were you two doing? Huh? It sure as hell wasn’t learning the fucking colors of the goddamned rainbow.” He seethed, looking dead in my eyes. I slapped him.

“No, your stupid son of a fucking bitch! He was fucking telling me that he was fucking sorry for asking me on a goddamned date, because him and Michelle are getting back together. There are you fucking happy?” I roared in his face, poking his chest.

“Oh yeah, I fucking bet!” He replied, holding his cheek, and the spot that I poked.

“You know what? Fuck this, and fuck you. I hope your fucking happy now!” I spoke, turning away from him, tears heavily flowing down my face. I was beyond pissed at the fact that he just pushed the issue, that really didn’t even matter.

“No, don’t fucking turn away from me!” He yelled from behind me.

“Why, Zack? Huh? Tell me why? You had to cower away, and didn’t even give me a fucking chance to tell you what fucking happened! I don’t need more shit going on in my fucking life!” I yelled, turning back to him. His face softened, I knew he felt sorry.

He began to speak, but I put my hand up, stopping him. “Don’t, its not fucking worth it.” I turned away, laying back on my bed. I heard him sigh, then the door closed.

I curled up on my bed, with my pillow in my arms, crying because of the shit that had happened between him and I. There was something about him, that I couldn’t tear away from. I grew to love my brother, in the matter of days.

I heard a door slam downstairs. I got up, and ran down, seeing what it was. Zacky and Brian were going at it, once again. My eyes widened, as Zacky began to choke Brian. I ran over, pulling Zacky off. I slapped him, once again, making him come to his senses.

“Don’t ever put your hands on me, again!” Brian yelled, over my shoulder.

I grabbed Zacky by the collar, bringing his face to mine. “Quit acting fucking stupid.” I gritted, speaking lowly.

“Brian, get the guys and leave. Me and Mr. Baker is fixing to have a serious fucking talk. I’ll text you later to see how it went with you and Michelle.” I told Brian, turning my head, seeing him nod. With that, he walked out.

I turned my focus back on Zacky, and glared. His face was scratched, and a bruise was forming on his cheek. I walked away to the kitchen, leaving him standing there, alone. I grabbed a washcloth, and wet it with warm water. I walked back to him, and put it on his face.

“Ow! That fucking hurts, Zay!” He yelled in pain. I laughed.

“Good, it should! You fucking fucktard! What the fuck is your deal?” I questioned, feeling the warm go cold.

“Nothing!” He screeched.

“Oh what the fuck ever, Zacky! Tell me! I’m a big fucking girl! I can handle anything that’s goddamn thrown at me!” I yelled, getting closer in his face.

“Its you! I’m in fucking love with you!” He retorted, as I grabbed his ear, walking him to the kitchen. I sat him down at the bar, and got a zip-lock bag, putting ice in it.

“Yeah? Well, fucking show it! Don’t accuse me of something, just because you got the wrong fucking impression!” I yelled, pushing the ice on his cheek, he whimpered in pain.

“I’m sorry.” He muttered.

“What? I didn’t fucking hear you! Plus, you wouldn’t be in pain if you were so fucking headstrong! I mean seriously, I’m not gonna fucking lie to you!” I yelled, glaring at him. Even though he looked helpless, I had to. He pissed me off.

“I said I’m sorry! Do I have to fucking scream it?” He questioned, taking the ice away from his cheek. I nodded.

“It would fucking help!” I yelled.

“I’m fucking sorry, Zay! I promise with all my heart, that I’m so fucking sorry!” He yelled, voice sounding throughout the house.

“And will you ever accuse me for anything, before asking me?” I asked getting closer to him.

“No, I will never accuse you of anything else.” He breathed out, as I climbed in his lap, straddling his legs.

“Good, cause I don’t like being mean to you.” I smiled, pushing my lips onto his.

After, the short kiss, I smiled, kissing his cheek, then got down. I walked to my room, with a smirk on my face. I knew he was fixing to come for more, and I was more than happy to give.

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