I Hate Everything About You

I intended to get up early the next morning to clean up the broken Jack Daniels bottle before Zack saw it was still on the floor, yeah that definitely didn't happen. I woke up when I heard Ryleigh's giggles and screeches from downstairs, and looked at the clock and noticed it was well after ten. I jumped up and was about to get out of bed when I noticed Zacky standing in the doorway.

"Hey baby," I said. He walked over and sat on his side of the bed, with his back facing the headboard. I looked at his face and noticed his right cheekbone and nose were swollen, and his right eye was all blackened. I reached out to touch but he instantly smacked it away.

"Don't Veronica, it's fucking killing me, and I have no idea how it happened," he said sighing, and laying back against the headboard, and looking over at me to elaborate.

"I'm not sure, sweetie. Where's Ryleigh?" I asked, hoping he would drop the previous subject for now. For now I was gonna pretend I was just as confused as he was, I had no clue how to tell him his best friend beat the shit out of him because Zack's girlfriend is a fucking moron.

I finally got out of bed and thought about getting in the shower, i started walking to my closet to get clothes when Zacky grabbed my hand and pulled me towards him.

"Brian showed up and she insisted he watch SpongeBob with her," he said biting my shoulder, I moaned causing him to bite down harder. He then started kissing my jawline, and made his way down to my neck, while his hands were slowly making their way up my shirt. I love the way his rough, callused hands felt on my stomach. His hands made their way up to my breasts, and he started pulling and pinching at my already hard nipples.

"Fuck baby," I moaned in his ear. My couple moments of ecstasy was shattered when I heard Ryleigh from the doorway.

"What are you doing to mommy?" At that instant me and her father both jumped apart, me pulling my shirt down.

"Hi baby," I said, grabbing her and picking her up. "Get sick of Uncle Brian already?" I asked. Zack gave me a quick peck on the lips and strode into the bathroom slamming the door. Guess I couldn't exactly blame him, everytime we tried having time to ourselves our daughter unexpectedly showed up, it didn't matter what time it was, that girl would appear.

I started down the stairs with Ryleigh on my hip, trying to be as careful as possible since she was getting heavier and taller.

"Um... daddy made breakfast?" I asked as I set her down.

She nodded her head and giggled. "Daddy can't cook," she whispered, looking around for her father.

I laughed, no he could not. I swatted Ryleigh back into the living room with Brian and starred at my mess of a kitchen. Dishes were piled up in the sink with the bottom half submerged in a brown-colored water. There was water all over the floor, and counters; something that looked to be grease or some kind of fat on my island; with a bowl filled with some pinkish-orange pancake batter (I'm assuming to be pancake patter.); and all my pans were on the stove with black burnt marks in them. No, he definitely could not cook.

I attempted to start cleaning it up, and instantly grew more and more annoyed. "Baker!" I screamed up the stairs. "Clean my fucking kitchen."

I stood there sighing and trying to calm down when the phone started ringing. I heard it on the island and started moving stuff around, only to find it in the pile of grease.

"Hello? Zachary!" I said all into the phone, trying to keep the greasiness away from me face.

"What happened last night was total fucking bullshit, and you know it, Veronica. That is the last fucking time I try and help either of you," Matt said keeping his voice calm. Oh shit, Matt being calm when he was extremely pissed meant his temper was about to break any second.

"Zacky appeared out of nowhere three seconds later and gave me a quizzical look, as if he didn't know. "Clean, kitchen, now," I said, covering up the mouthpiece while Matt continued to bitch about me and my boyfriend.

"I'm sorry that it happened, Matt, I had no idea that he had drank so much otherwise I never would have left your house last night. But I didn't expect you to punch him, you both went fucking schizo on each other," I said throwing dishes into the already overcrowded sink. "God fucking damnit," I screamed as a puddle of water splashed onto the floor,creating a bigger mess for me to clean. "So whatever happened last night was your own fault, and Zack's bruises are his fault."

"And where's your daughter? I'm guessing she got hurt in this?" Matt said. I paused, trying not to scream, making Matt think I hung up. "Veronica, are you still there?"

"How could you ever think that man would hurt that little girl? We went through this last night, Matt, he loves that little girl more than any other person in this world, there is no way in hell he would ever hurt her or let anything happen to her," I yelped the last few words. I looked down and saw blood pooling on the floor. Shit, I stepped on a piece of glass from the broken Jack Daniels bottle. "Matt, I'll call you back." I hung up and threw the phone back into the fat on the counter. "Baby, come here!" I hollered.

My boyfriend walked into the kitchen and looked from freaked out face to the blood on the floor.

"Don't just fucking stand there, pull the glass out!" I whined. I couldn't move, the pool of blood was getting bigger and there was glass all through it and I definitely didn't wanna sit on any of the counters. Zack picked me up bridal style and carried me to the kitchen table. He got down level with me, and his eyes instantly widened at how big the glass in my foot was. I started panicking. I tried to stand up and get away from him, but Zack just pushed me back in my seat.

"Hold still, baby girl. I can't get it out with you in a freakout." He kneeled there, looking at the glass and wanting to pull it out, but probably afraid he'd hurt me more, Aw, he actually does care. "So what'd you wanna do for Christmas?" He asked randomly, eyeing the glass in my foot, his hand hesitating, waiting for my answer.

I completely forgot about the glass, and thought of how my boyfriend was a fucking idiot, I was bleeding to death and he cared about a damn holiday that was a million months away. I glared at him. "Christmas? It's almost fucking July, are you stupid?"

He was still kneeling, holding the big ass piece of glass in his hand. I had forgotten about it. Zack smiled his adorable 'Zacky Vengeance' smile at me. "Haven't you ever heard of Christmas in July, babe?" He asked, grabbing a towel from the disgusting counter and pressing it to the bottom of my foot and tossing the bloody piece of glass in its place. How lovely, he couldn't even throw it away. He turned his head to the left when he heard our daughter squealing.

"Christmas now! Santa Claus will come two times this year!" she shouted. Brian stood next to her and laughed hysterically.

I giggled and patted her on the head. Zack helped my up the stairs and into our bathroom. I hopped up on the sink so he could put a butterfly band-aid on the bottom of my foot.

"Thank you, baby," I said. I placed a kiss on Zack's cheek and walked back into my bedroom, wincing everytime I took a step.

"Anything I can do to help my baby girl," he said, placing an arm around my shoulder. I stood there smiling at him, I loved that we fit together so well.

He released my shoulders and started digging around in our closet, I have no idea what for, when Brian entered the room.

"Hey, I'm gonna head out. Be careful, kid, I don't want you hurting yourself again," he said, hugging me. I laughed at him and limped over to the edge of my bed, sitting down. "My car's been act- dude what the hell are you looking for?" Brian stood staring at his crazy best friend as he pulled box after box out of the closet.

"I think," Zacky's voice muffled, his head back in the closet. "I hid a bottle of JD in there. Veronica likes to throw them out." He pulled a fourth box out and started tossing all the items inside on the floor.

"Babe, it's only eleven, why are you drinking already?" I asked picking up all the Vengeance University t-shirts and folding them neatly on the bed.

"Because..." his voice trailed off for a second. "...I wanna fucking drink, and Zacky Vengeance doesn't need an excuse for anything. Aha!" He finally pulled out the bottle he was looking for and unscrew the cap. He took a long drink and smacked his lips. "I love this shit. Didn't you say you were leaving?" He asked looking over at Brian.

"Yeah, I gotta get my car looked at, it's acting weird and it's driving me fucking crazy. I'll talk to you guys later." Brian walked out of the room. I sat back down on the bed, next to Zack who continued to drink.

I got right back up, suddenly realizing Ryleigh was downstairs alone, with broken glass and blood all over the kitchen floor. "That man can work on me anytime he wants," I said to myself. Zack must have heard me because the next thing I knew I was falling through the air and down the stairs. I landed at the bottom, my head smacking against the wall, and twisting my right ankle. The rest of my body started catching up with the pain seconds later. I laid there trying to regain the vision in my eyes, and once that happened, trying to stop the world around me from spinning.

Zack walked down the stairs nonchalantly, swigging away at his bottle, a lit cigarette now in his other hand. "Whoops, I guess you should have kept your mouth shut about Gates, Veronica," he said, walking away, caring less that I was laying at the bottom of the stairs in serious pain.

Notes

I know it's been a long time, but I just haven't felt like writing until recently. It's not my best work but I hope you enjoy.