I Hate Everything About You

*Nobody's POV*

Where the hell is she? She said she'd be right back, and its been almost four fucking hours. Ya know what? Fuck it. I'm going over there.

Matt stood pacing back and forth at the front door, debating whether or not he should go get Veronica and Ryleigh. He knew the second that they left, something bad was going to happen, he just wasn't sure what.

He ran up the stairs, and about ran into his bedroom door, his brain all frazzled, and his eyes a little blurred.s He ran into his room, and shook Aly’s sleeping form.

“Babe, wake up. We need to go get Veronica,” Matt said, throwing stuff around looking for his keys.

Aly mumbled something inaudible, and rolled over with her mouth slightly open.

“Aly, wake the fuck up. We need to go get Veronica. It’s been almost four hours,” Matt yelled. He shook her again, only this time a little more forcefully.

“Jesus Christ, Matt. Leave me alone. It’s going on fucking midnight. Veronica can handle herself,” Aly yelled back, her arms flailing about. “She’s been dating Zacky how long? She’s fine. So please let me sleep.”

“Baby, you know that that man is pissed, and I’m betting you drunker than anything we’ve ever seen. Plus, you know how he is when he drinks,” Matt said looking for his keys still.

Matt stopped to look around, trying to see if he left them anyplace obvious.

All this stalling is wasting my fucking time. Where the fuck are my damn keys!?

He stomped around, throwing things all over. He only stopped when he heard heavy snoring coming from the bed. He spun around and saw Aly asleep again, drooling on her pillow. He spun back around, getting pissed his keys hadn’t appeared.

“God fucking damnit! Where the hell are they!?” Matt screamed, scaring the shit out of Aly. She fell off the bed, landing with her a bunch of things Matt had thrown around before.

“What the fuck are you screaming for? Goddamn people are trying to sleep around, you fucking dick!” Aly asked, picking up the TV remote that hit her in the head, and tossing it back on the bed.

“You’re not sleeping. You’re gonna get your pretty little ass up to go get your moronic friend with me,” Matt said, clearly frustrated that his keys still hadn’t magically appeared.

“Can I ask what you’re looking for?” Aly said. She started untangling herself from the comforter that fell with her, having some difficulty.

“My car keys. I can’t find them, and I’m really wanna get over to Zack’s house,” he said, his voice muffled. His head was buried in a draw that was left slightly open, so maybe his keys fell into it.

“Why don’t we just take my car?” Aly said, like it was the most obvious thing to do.

She finally untangled herself, stood up, throwing the comforter back onto the bed. She grabbed her keys from the table beside her bed, and jangled them in Matt’s face.

He snatched them, and ran down the stairs. Aly sighed, grabbing her shoes, heading out after him.

They got to the car, Matt squirming with impatience, with Aly snoring on the window.

They pulled up in front of Veronica’s, Matt still impatient as hell. He yelled at Aly, who was still snoring heavily against the window, ‘to wake the fuck up’ as he so nicely put it.

Aly sighed, and reluctantly got out of the car. Matt, wanting to get to the house faster than what her pace was, half-dragged, half-pulled Aly up the walk. Matt started to notice how weird the house looked, besides it being the only lit up house around.

What the hell? This is starting to freak me out. I know for a fact that Veronica hates having all the lights on. She bitches if their left on to long, and I know she would turn them off. What the hell is going on?

He started to get more and more worried. Finally without hesitation he pounded on the front door.

He heard footsteps, some muffled screaming, and then the door was swung open.

Zacky stood in the doorway, a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth, a beer in one hand. His eyes were about as dark as blood, and his hair was all ruffled.

“Hey dude. What’s up?” Zacky asked. He closed the door slightly, like he was trying to block Matt and Aly out.

“Just coming over to make sure Veronica’s okay, man. She left my house around eight, swearing she’d be right back. It’s almost midnight, what’s going on?” Matt said, trying to edge around the door.

“Hey, baby, who is it?” Veronica asked. I saw her head pop around the corner by the living room.

“Shut the fuck up! Damnit Veronica, do you ever fucking listen to me!?” Zacky turned around, he took the cigarette out of his mouth so he could scream at her. His face was beat red with anger.

“Who the fuck are you talking to like that?” Matt asked, his voice dripping with pure venom. And he was pretty sure Zacky heard the sarcastic tone he was using.

*Veronica’s POV*

Whatever, fuck it. I rolled my eyes, as I sat down next to Ryleigh, who fell asleep a long time ago.

I sat rubbing her leg, my eyes drifting in and out of focus. I started to fall asleep, when I heard movement outside the living room door.

“Veronica, you guys okay?” Aly asked. I could see the relief wash over her face, as she saw I wasn’t dead yet.

“Yeah, we’re fine. Just waiting for the dumbass to pass out. How much has he had to drink? I’ve never seen him like this,” I said, turning down the TV, since I could hear Spongebob over myself.

Aly sat down in the chair next to the couch. “I don’t know, Veronica. I don’t think anyone’s ever seen him like this. I don’t think he’s ever threatened to kill his girlfriend before.”

I sighed, I totally agreed. I heard mumbling coming from outside the living room, and it was getting slightly louder each second.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right Als. How the hell did I get myself into this situation? I never thought I’d be hiding from my stupid, drunk ass boyfriend before, ya know?” I said. I took a blanket off the back of the couch and threw it over Ryleigh’s sleeping form.

“I don’t know, sweetie. You’re the one who went out and screwed the man. Why do you to stay together if you hate each other so much,” she said, resting her head on the back of the chair, and closing her eyes.

“Because I can’t live without him. I hate the guy beyond anything else in this world, but I can’t stay away from him,” I said, watching Ryleigh move around on the couch to get comfortable.

Aly popped one eye open at me. “You do realize that that makes no sense whatsoever, right?” she said. I nodded. “Good, just wanted to clarify that. Damn, your guys’ relationship is so fucking complicated, mine and Matt’s isn’t like that.”

“Yeah your relationship is based off love and all that other bullshit; yours was never based on sex and drugs. Even though mine and Zack’s is passed the drugs, all we really care for is the sex,” I said, straining my ear to hear what Matt and Zack were arguing about.

The arguing between Matt and Zacky was reaching breaking point. They were getting louder each second, and I’m pretty sure a fight was about to break out.

“Damnit Matt, I said back the fuck off. She’s my fucking girlfriend,” Zacky said. I looked over in the doorway to see if I could see them, but all I could see was their shadows from the kitchen light that hit the floor.

“You’re fucking drunk, and I’m pretty sure you’re gonna do something seriously fucking stupid,” Matt screamed back.

“Back the fuck off, Matt. I’m gonna beat your fucking ass,” Zacky said.

Me and Aly looked in the doorway and saw Zacky trying to push Matt backwards, but stumbling every step because of his drunkiness.

“Then fucking hit me, you fucking idiot,” Matt said, waiting to get hit.

Zacky pulled back his fist, and with as much force as his drunken self could handle, punched Matt in the face. Matt punched him back, but I’m pretty sure a lot harder, and tripped him, so by the time Aly and I ran into the room Zacky was laying on the floor, blood running down the side of his face, groaning.

“What the fucking hell you two?” I yelled, kneeling down next to Zacky.

I’m pretty sure they would have kept on fighting if Zacky wasn’t completely wasted out of his misery, and we hadn’t ran into the room. Aly stood in front of Matt, blocking him from further harm to Zacky. Even though the look on her face plainly says she couldn’t care less if Matt beat the shit out of him.

I ran my fingers over his swollen face, trying to see how bad it really was.

“Oh, baby, are you okay?” I asked him, trying to help him sit up.

He sat up, blood running down the front of his shirt, and some hitting the floor.

“Yeah, hon, I’m fine. What the fuck idiot? Why’d you hit me?” Zacky asked, trying to stand up, but I knocked him back down on the floor. “Stop Veronica, let me up.”

Zacky got up, stumbled a bit, and balanced himself out.

“‘Why’d you hit me?’ Honestly you didn’t just ask me that, you fucking dumb-ass? You punched me first, reason why I’m spitting blood. I was defending myself against a drunk fucking idiotic Zacky Vengeance,” he said wincing in pain. He wiped some blood off his chin, that was rolling down it. “And you,” he pointed at me. “That’s the last fucking time I try to help you again. Five minutes ago you were so scared of him, and now you’re defending him. What the fuck? Ya know what I feel like doing?” Without any warning he raised his fist again and slugged Zacky in the mouth, knocking him backwards yet again.

“God-fucking-damnit Matt! Leave him the fuck alone! Stop fucking hitting him. Jesus Christ!” I screamed, wiping the blood from Zacky’s face, after he stood up once again.

“Fuck you, Matt. I’m going to bed, I honestly don’t need this shit, at least I won’t get hit in my bed,” Zacky said, heading towards the staircase, but stopped and turned toward me. “Why don’t you go clean up the broken glass in the kitchen?”

I walked towards him to wipe some stray blood off his lip and he smacked my hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” he said a growl in his voice. He started up the stairs, glaring at me the whole way up them.

I sighed a deep heavy sigh, and walked towards the kitchen. I starred at the pile of broken glass and splattered JD on the floor and walls; I starred but not really seeing them. I turned to walk out of the room, when I ran into Matt.

He looked at the distressing look on my face, whatever he had been about to say he stopped and began hugging me.

“You shouldn’t have to live like this. Him throwing shit at you, and I know he threw that at you. You guys screaming and arguing over everything that happens. You deserve something better than anything he can ever give you,” Matt said, rubbing circles on my back.

I pushed away from him, and started towards the living room, promising myself I’d clean up the glass in the morning before Zacky woke up.

“Because Matt, you don’t really understand half of what you’re talking about. I don’t want anybody better than Zacky. Zacky’s been there for the last, I don’t know, five or six years. Yeah, he may seem like an asshole, but in reality he’s amazing. I love him, but yet I really don’t, I can’t explain it and I don’t want it explained,” I said, not even looking at him. I stood starring at the couch, which Ryleigh kept moving around on. I could feel both Aly and Matt behind me, but I didn’t turn to look at them.

I picked up Ryleigh, she put her face in the crook of my neck, and swung her right arm around me neck, and kept on snoring. I walked towards the doorway, but was blocked by Matt.

“No,” he said. I looked at him confused, and then I switched my gaze to Aly, who was nodding. Apparently I was missing something.

“Am I missing something here guys? I’m a little confused," I said.

“She’s not staying here,” Matt said pointing at Ryleigh.

“Well, I beg to differ. She’s my daughter and she’s staying,” I said, getting extremely irritated.

“No, she's not staying here. I don't trust Zacky while he's drunk. I don't want him to hurt your daughter. Him hurting you is one thing, but I'm not gonna sit around while he hurts some innocent child," Matt said, refusing to back outta the way.

"I don't fucking need your God damn permission to keep my daughter in my own fucking house. So kiss my ass, and get out of my way," I said, shoving Matt out of the way, but since he's as a strong as he is and I only have one hand because the other is holding Ryleigh, he wouldn't budge. "Matt! Move! Get the fuck outta my way! Do you honestly think Zacky would ever hit Ryleigh? Do you think he's that bad of a man? Such a great fucking friend you turned out to be! Don't even trust your best friend enough to know he wouldn't harm the one person he loves most in this world. Do you honestly think he would make her cry, when the one thing he hates is to see her like that? Damn you must be a worse friend than I thought you could be!" I screamed, setting Ryleigh down and punching him in the chest, I kept punching him until I finally broke down.

The tears started running down my face, Matt tried to wrap his arms around me, but I pushed him off.

"No, get off me. I don't want your fucking pity. I just want the two of you to get out of my house, and leave me and my daughter the fuck alone," I said, picking Ryleigh back up.

As I turned back around Matt had moved out of the doorway, allowing me to walk through.

"So buh-bye, get the fuck outta my house. Why don't you go bother somebody else who actually wants you poking through their business," I said, hollering at them as I climbed the staircase.

As I made it to the top of the stairs, I heard the front door slam shut. I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that they finally left me alone. I headed to Ryleigh's room and put her in her bed; I threw her blankets over her, and kissed her on her forehead.

I walked to mine and Zacky's room, noticing he was spread eagle over our bed.

"Hey fatass, JD's on the other side," I said, hoping maybe he'd move over. I walked into my walk-in closet and grabbed a pair of Zacky's Jack Daniels sleep pants; I changed my pants real quick, and headed back into my bedroom. Zacky still hadn't moved.

"Zacky, you need to move. I really wanna go to bed," I whined at him. He waved his hand at me, and still hadn't moved. I growled, what a fucking douche bag.

Since I was getting extremely pissed off, and I really wanted to go to sleep, I just "accidentally" pushed Zacky off the bed. He fell off, and hit the floor with an oomph, I crawled over onto his side of the bed, and looked at the ground and Zacky was laying on his back.

"What the fuck, Veronica!? Why am I laying on the fucking floor?" he screamed, picking himself up off the ground.

"Well babe, you wouldn't move, and I wanna go to bed, so I pushed you," I said, giggling a little bit. He glared at me, and decided to push me. I fell back off the bed, and hitting my head on the wall.

I just kind of lay there, not the first time I'd been hurt by him today.

"Ow! Why did you push me, you fucking dickhead? Now my head fucking hurts!" I yelled, picking myself up off the ground.

"I don't know... maybe because you pushed me off the bed. Don't be so fucking stupid, Veronica, use your brain for once," he said, flopping down on his side of the bed. I flopped down on my side, and faced the wall I just hit my head off of.

He threw his arm around my waist, and entwined our legs together.

To tell ya the truth I hate the fact that he's so close to me, but I love the fact that he is so close and that were still together. Zacky kissed the side of my face, putting his face into my neck and falling back asleep.

Notes

It's not the greatest, by there ya go!