Carry On

"No," Zack whispered quietly. He pulled away and gently stroked my cheek.

"..no?!" I spat. "I thought this is what you wanted?!"

"It is, honestly there isn't anything I want more. But this is not what you want"

"Why do you think I'm here?"

Zack reddened, he looked shocked with what I said.

"No, you're married. You're just feeling vulnerable and scared, I'm not what you want"

"Right now Zack, there's nothing I want more than you"

Having said that, he softly pressed his lips against mine slowly lowering me down to my back.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" I reassured pulling him closer to me.

...

The next morning.

Zackys POV

I woke up to the sound of singing coming from downstairs. As I walked past the room Gracie was staying in, I noticed she was still pretty much fast off which made me kinda happy that I could talk to Ren without having to worry.

"Morning, " I said shyly creeping up to her as she cooked food.

"Good morning" as she turned around a huge smile appeared on her face. I hadn't seen her smile like that since her wedding if I'm being honest. "Uh listen," the grin dropped and I saw the usual Renee. "I promised I'd cook for you, so, here" she plated two lots of food and gave me one. "And I mean it's the least I could do for you to say thank you for, everything, really you've been perfect. And last night was too" she smirked. "Will you please look after Gray while I go over to have a talk with Bri?"

"Course"

...

Renees POV

"Brian?" I yelled storming through the house. Cans and bottles were everywhere, I had a bad feeling. I walked up the stairs and saw Bri's hand flung out of the bathroom covered with blood. I rushed over with worry and saw him knocked out on the floor. It was clear he had beenbeaten up, obviously by Johnny. "Brian, get up" I sighed trying not to feel sorry for him.

"Fucking hell" he groaned rolling over onto his stomach. Once he'd acknowledged the fact I was here, he sighed in relief. "Thank god it's you" he broke into tears, sobbing into my lap.

"Don't," I started to well up just hearing him. I stroked his greasy hair and the bottom of his bare back. It was sad to see him drunk, beaten up and wearing nothing but his underwear. "We're gonna get you sobered, dressed and cleaned up. After were going to have the last talk about us, I can't be doing with being in the middle of a relationship with you. We're either doing it, or not"

Notes

Short sorry x x