She's Only Happy When She's Crying
Caught.
ZACKY
I sat awkwardly under the pier, waiting for Carinna to arrive. I had brought a blanket with me for us to sit on, and I kept anxiously checking my phone for any bullshit excuse that I half expected her to throw my way to avoid talking about this.
Ever since I saw that bruise on her chest, I knew that Matt was up to his same old games that caused Valary to run for the hills. The night we met Carinna and Grace, I had a feeling this was going to happen...especially with the bullshit stunt he had me pull with Lana. I never exactly knew what he said or did to her while she was at the house, but I know that I haven't heard back from her since, no matter how many times I tried to apologize for whatever had gone down. Every time I would try to call, Grace would answer for her and tell me she was working, or sick, or washing her hair, or to simply fuck off. Then she'd grill me on Carinna as if I knew what was going on.
Well, I was sure as fuck about to find out...
CARINNA
I pulled into the parking lot near the pier, reconsidering this meeting with Zacky for the hundredth time. What the fuck was I doing? Matt would probably kill me if he knew I was here, and I would damn well deserve it. Why do I keep pushing my luck?
Matt never expressly told me that I couldn't talk to Zacky, nor did he tell me to stay away from any of the guys. However, since that night, he watched me like a hawk whenever the guys were around me, and although he let me drink with them and accompany them out when they went to the bar or to interviews, he only ever let me out of his sight with either Brian or Jimmy.
I shuffled out of my car and pulled my hood further over my head, making sure that my red hair was tucked inside to avoid being seen for as long as I could. However, I'm sure the lily and leopard print tattoo that stretched from my calf to my ankle would easily give away my identity to anyone who was looking for me. Why the fuck did I wear shorts?!
I darted around the pier and nearly threw myself underneath, toppling into Zacky who was already sitting on a flannel blanket. Our momentum caused us to roll a couple feet until I was laying on my back in the sand with him hovering over me on his forearms. I laid there for a few minutes, frozen in the gaze of his intensely green eyes, and my mouth parted slightly in a nervous pant. He stared at me for a fraction of forever, then slid his eyes down to my lips.
Before I could gather my wits, I heard his sharp intake of breath and he pushed off of me, sitting back on the blanket. I remained on my back in the sand for a few more moments, half wishing I had stayed at home and half wishing that he would lay back down with me. Frowning, I shook the thought out of my head and stood up, brushing myself off before settling myself down next to him.
He stared out at the ocean, the sound of the waves seemingly muffled and amplified at the same time by the wooden haven of the pier. I snuck a couple of glances at him, guiltily admiring his facade for a few moments, before he spoke. "Another one?"
I frowned, looking at him straight on. "What?"
In a movement too quick for me to properly react, he reached over and snatched the hood of my jacket off of my head and pushed my hair aside, gesturing furiously to the large bruises that adorned my shoulders. Little did he know that they stretched down the side of my left arm this time, nearly to my elbow, and matched a larger one on my back. I gaped at him, struggling for words like a fish out of water, and flinched under his angry gaze.
"This, Carr. These bruises that you keep showing up with. How many fucking doors can you run into?!" I folded in on myself as his voice raised with every sentence, my eyes staring pointedly at the toe of my Converse. "Why doesn't he want us to be around each other?" I looked up at the sudden change in his voice, and my heart broke at the crushed look in his eye. "Why do you let him do this to you?"
I bit my lip, glancing around nervously. Suddenly, I sighed, defeated, and unzipped my hoodie. When I pulled it off, he nearly choked at the sight of the bruises marring the flesh of my arms and back. I purposely wore my white laser cut Avengers tank top so that, in the chance that I decided to come clean, I would be able to easily show the fresh damage inflicted on me two nights before.
"He loves me, Zacky. He gets jealous sometimes, because he tells me I'm beautiful and that any man would be lucky to snatch me up without a moment's notice. Ever since that night in the kitchen, he's afraid that you'll sweep me up and take me away from him, and he said he can't live without me." I chewed on my bottom lip for a minute, drowning in his silence. "The bruises aren't so bad. He likes to get a little...rough...if you know what I mean..."
He scoffed then, cutting me off. "Rough? Yea, I see his idea of rough. I know all about his ideas of "rough". You can't fucking tell me you actually like that shit, can you?" His eyes bore holes right through my soul, forcing me to look away in shame.
"No, I don't like it," I snapped, staring out at the ocean. "But it wouldn't be so bad if I'd just listen..."
He reached out, gripping my chin ever so gently and turning my head to look at him. "You can't be serious, Carr..." The torture on his face was almost too much for me to bear.
"Zacky, I bring a lot of it on myself. He doesn't like when we hang out, and here I am, sitting with you underneath the pier when I lied to him and told him I was going shopping. What would you do if your girlfriend, that you loved, lied to you to go meet another guy in secret?"
He scanned my face, looking for something to show that I was joking, and when he couldn't find it, his eyes narrowed. "I sure as fuck wouldn't hit them, if that's what you're asking."
I sighed, casting my eyes down at the sand on the other side of him, letting the full weight on my head rest in his hand. His skin was rough, calloused from years of guitar playing, but it was gentle and soft at the same time. "Zacky, I-"
Before I could finish, his lips met mine in an earnest, almost desperate, embrace. Without hesitation, I answered the kiss by parting my lips and allowing his tongue entrance. Kissing him was nothing like kissing Matt. It was sweet, gentle, and filled me with a sense of safety. Kissing Matt was like fire and ice, a brutal assault filled with danger and lust.
I felt Zacky's hand release my chin and wrap gently around the back of my head, the other arm snaking around my shoulders to pull me gently down with him on the blanket underneath us. I didn't fight him. I didn't want to fight him. I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, all good things must end, and in this case, I should've known better.
Hello? Carinna?! What the fuck?!
I didn't hear the muffled voice shouting from the ear piece of my phone that was nestled in the pocket of my hoodie. I didn't notice the frustrated roars and sharp sounds of buttons being pressed as whoever it was tried to get my attention. I didn't realize I was being listened to as Zacky's mouth moved to nibble at the spot just below my ear, causing me to shiver. "Oh Zee...that feels so fucking good..."
"ZACK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Suddenly, Zacky shot up and reached into my pocket, pulling my cell phone out. His face paled and his mouth hung open in shock as he flipped it around for me to see the screen.
Matt <3
Call time 00:08:34
Call ended.
The screen blinked a few times with this daunting message before it went back to my lock screen. My eyes flooded with tears as I took the phone, holding it gingerly as if it were a live grenade. Suddenly, it vibrated with an incoming text message and I nearly screamed and threw it away from me. Taking a deep breath, I sat up and unlocked the phone, barely ghosting my finger over the text notice at the top of my screen. My heart stopped as I read the words, and I felt Zacky freeze next to me. "Carinna, you can't go back there..."
I barely heard him as I continued to stare at my phone.
Get home now. - Matt
I sat awkwardly under the pier, waiting for Carinna to arrive. I had brought a blanket with me for us to sit on, and I kept anxiously checking my phone for any bullshit excuse that I half expected her to throw my way to avoid talking about this.
Ever since I saw that bruise on her chest, I knew that Matt was up to his same old games that caused Valary to run for the hills. The night we met Carinna and Grace, I had a feeling this was going to happen...especially with the bullshit stunt he had me pull with Lana. I never exactly knew what he said or did to her while she was at the house, but I know that I haven't heard back from her since, no matter how many times I tried to apologize for whatever had gone down. Every time I would try to call, Grace would answer for her and tell me she was working, or sick, or washing her hair, or to simply fuck off. Then she'd grill me on Carinna as if I knew what was going on.
Well, I was sure as fuck about to find out...
CARINNA
I pulled into the parking lot near the pier, reconsidering this meeting with Zacky for the hundredth time. What the fuck was I doing? Matt would probably kill me if he knew I was here, and I would damn well deserve it. Why do I keep pushing my luck?
Matt never expressly told me that I couldn't talk to Zacky, nor did he tell me to stay away from any of the guys. However, since that night, he watched me like a hawk whenever the guys were around me, and although he let me drink with them and accompany them out when they went to the bar or to interviews, he only ever let me out of his sight with either Brian or Jimmy.
I shuffled out of my car and pulled my hood further over my head, making sure that my red hair was tucked inside to avoid being seen for as long as I could. However, I'm sure the lily and leopard print tattoo that stretched from my calf to my ankle would easily give away my identity to anyone who was looking for me. Why the fuck did I wear shorts?!
I darted around the pier and nearly threw myself underneath, toppling into Zacky who was already sitting on a flannel blanket. Our momentum caused us to roll a couple feet until I was laying on my back in the sand with him hovering over me on his forearms. I laid there for a few minutes, frozen in the gaze of his intensely green eyes, and my mouth parted slightly in a nervous pant. He stared at me for a fraction of forever, then slid his eyes down to my lips.
Before I could gather my wits, I heard his sharp intake of breath and he pushed off of me, sitting back on the blanket. I remained on my back in the sand for a few more moments, half wishing I had stayed at home and half wishing that he would lay back down with me. Frowning, I shook the thought out of my head and stood up, brushing myself off before settling myself down next to him.
He stared out at the ocean, the sound of the waves seemingly muffled and amplified at the same time by the wooden haven of the pier. I snuck a couple of glances at him, guiltily admiring his facade for a few moments, before he spoke. "Another one?"
I frowned, looking at him straight on. "What?"
In a movement too quick for me to properly react, he reached over and snatched the hood of my jacket off of my head and pushed my hair aside, gesturing furiously to the large bruises that adorned my shoulders. Little did he know that they stretched down the side of my left arm this time, nearly to my elbow, and matched a larger one on my back. I gaped at him, struggling for words like a fish out of water, and flinched under his angry gaze.
"This, Carr. These bruises that you keep showing up with. How many fucking doors can you run into?!" I folded in on myself as his voice raised with every sentence, my eyes staring pointedly at the toe of my Converse. "Why doesn't he want us to be around each other?" I looked up at the sudden change in his voice, and my heart broke at the crushed look in his eye. "Why do you let him do this to you?"
I bit my lip, glancing around nervously. Suddenly, I sighed, defeated, and unzipped my hoodie. When I pulled it off, he nearly choked at the sight of the bruises marring the flesh of my arms and back. I purposely wore my white laser cut Avengers tank top so that, in the chance that I decided to come clean, I would be able to easily show the fresh damage inflicted on me two nights before.
"He loves me, Zacky. He gets jealous sometimes, because he tells me I'm beautiful and that any man would be lucky to snatch me up without a moment's notice. Ever since that night in the kitchen, he's afraid that you'll sweep me up and take me away from him, and he said he can't live without me." I chewed on my bottom lip for a minute, drowning in his silence. "The bruises aren't so bad. He likes to get a little...rough...if you know what I mean..."
He scoffed then, cutting me off. "Rough? Yea, I see his idea of rough. I know all about his ideas of "rough". You can't fucking tell me you actually like that shit, can you?" His eyes bore holes right through my soul, forcing me to look away in shame.
"No, I don't like it," I snapped, staring out at the ocean. "But it wouldn't be so bad if I'd just listen..."
He reached out, gripping my chin ever so gently and turning my head to look at him. "You can't be serious, Carr..." The torture on his face was almost too much for me to bear.
"Zacky, I bring a lot of it on myself. He doesn't like when we hang out, and here I am, sitting with you underneath the pier when I lied to him and told him I was going shopping. What would you do if your girlfriend, that you loved, lied to you to go meet another guy in secret?"
He scanned my face, looking for something to show that I was joking, and when he couldn't find it, his eyes narrowed. "I sure as fuck wouldn't hit them, if that's what you're asking."
I sighed, casting my eyes down at the sand on the other side of him, letting the full weight on my head rest in his hand. His skin was rough, calloused from years of guitar playing, but it was gentle and soft at the same time. "Zacky, I-"
Before I could finish, his lips met mine in an earnest, almost desperate, embrace. Without hesitation, I answered the kiss by parting my lips and allowing his tongue entrance. Kissing him was nothing like kissing Matt. It was sweet, gentle, and filled me with a sense of safety. Kissing Matt was like fire and ice, a brutal assault filled with danger and lust.
I felt Zacky's hand release my chin and wrap gently around the back of my head, the other arm snaking around my shoulders to pull me gently down with him on the blanket underneath us. I didn't fight him. I didn't want to fight him. I never wanted it to end. Unfortunately, all good things must end, and in this case, I should've known better.
Hello? Carinna?! What the fuck?!
I didn't hear the muffled voice shouting from the ear piece of my phone that was nestled in the pocket of my hoodie. I didn't notice the frustrated roars and sharp sounds of buttons being pressed as whoever it was tried to get my attention. I didn't realize I was being listened to as Zacky's mouth moved to nibble at the spot just below my ear, causing me to shiver. "Oh Zee...that feels so fucking good..."
"ZACK?! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! I'LL KILL YOU, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
Suddenly, Zacky shot up and reached into my pocket, pulling my cell phone out. His face paled and his mouth hung open in shock as he flipped it around for me to see the screen.
Matt <3
Call time 00:08:34
Call ended.
The screen blinked a few times with this daunting message before it went back to my lock screen. My eyes flooded with tears as I took the phone, holding it gingerly as if it were a live grenade. Suddenly, it vibrated with an incoming text message and I nearly screamed and threw it away from me. Taking a deep breath, I sat up and unlocked the phone, barely ghosting my finger over the text notice at the top of my screen. My heart stopped as I read the words, and I felt Zacky freeze next to me. "Carinna, you can't go back there..."
I barely heard him as I continued to stare at my phone.
Get home now. - Matt
Notes
Two chapters in less that 24 hours! Woooo!
Shit's about to get real in the next chapter, and we'll see Grace, Lana, and the rest of the gang again!
You should all check out my new story that I started ----> You Can't Hide From Me
Never really read a story about Matt that's like this... I like it. Update?
2/5/15