A/N: Just when Zori started growing on me, they stopped being in episodes. So please bear with me on this one. I got this idea from reading teennick's character descriptions. Zig doesn't seem to have a very pleasant home life. Enjoy :)
Broken
I'll never forget the first time my father laid his hands on me. It was a little over a year ago, I was only thirteen.
"Ha! Take that man, I just beat your ass in this game," I said to one of my friends over the headset to my video game. Everything was fine; at least I thought everything was fine. My mom was at the kitchen table reading and drinking a class of water so contently, then my father slammed open the front door causing us both to jump and my mother dropping her glass.
"Boy what the hell are you still doing up? Get up to your room and go to bed," I've never seen my father like this.
"But dad-"it was only eight o'clock.
"NOW!" Frightened, I headed toward the stairs but stopped half way to see what was going on.
"Honey, why don't you calm down, for Zig's sake," my mother spoke; clearly she has dealt with this side of him. My father slapped some papers onto the table harshly.
"Do you care to explain to me how the hell these bills got so high?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry, our salary isn't cutting it, and we have a child to care for!" Furious my father slammed my mother against the wall and slapped her right across the face. I didn't know what to do; I tried backing up the stairs but tripped, causing both my parents to direct their attention towards me.
"Damn it boy, I thought I told you to go upstairs!" The next thing I knew my father charged after me and decked me in the face. I felt a tear go down my face. He walked away and went to his room, violently closing the door. I went to my room pressing my hand against my reddened face.
I was so confused, and I still am. I don't really know what caused my father to start drinking in the first place, or when he started. All I know is my mother was used to it, and has been hit far before I have. Despite this being a routine in my house nowadays, my father will always scare the shit out of me. He's like a ticking time bomb; you never know when he's going to explode.
From this point on, I started spending my time at the skate park. For Christmas one year I received a skate board, but never really used it until now. I started off simple, just riding the half pipe, but as I started spending more time there I started getting more into it. Now skateboarding is my obsession, and I'm at the park almost twenty-four seven. Although things at home were still bad, my school life started getting better. I started hanging out with my friends more and I learned I was pretty smooth with the ladies, one lady in particular: Tori Santamaria.
At first, Tori was just some girl that I used to flirt with. Then we started hanging out and I realized I actually liked her. My friends convinced me to take a shot at the gorgeous and popular Tori Santamaria and who knew she wanted a shot at the Zig man too. I liked being with Tori, she got my mind off of things and we always had fun together. While we were together, I felt like I was actually worth something. She made me feel important, and she doesn't even know.
I'll never forget the time my dad came home more drunk than usual. I was in my room when I heard his car pull up. I had a bad feeling about that day so I went out through my window and asked Tori to meet me at the park. She was already there when I arrived and as soon as I saw her I just wrapped her in my arms. I never knew how tiny her waist was. She didn't say a word; just let me hold her until I was alright. And that was what I loved most about her, she cared about me, and that was more than I could ever ask for.
When high school came, I wanted to see if I can be happy on my own so Tori and I broke up. Might I add that was pretty stupid of me. I met a new girl named Maya, which made me realize I can't even have a conversation with a girl without thinking of Tori. A week into school I couldn't bare the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach any longer, I decided to talk to her.
"Listen, I know I messed up but I'm sorry. I was stupid thinking I could be happy without you. You're my rock and you help me with everything. If I'm lucky, you'll take me back?"
"Of course I'll take you back," she said, throwing her arms around my neck. I leaned down to give her a kiss, to show her how much I missed her. "Let's go to the park after school, we have a lot to catch up on," she said after we pulled away from each other.
"So how was the rest of your summer?" she asked while sitting us down at a picnic table.
"It was alright, I just rode my skate board all the time, how about you?" I liked this; us talking again just like old times.
"Pretty exciting, I did a few more pageants and won them all, of course," she responded while laying her head on my lap. I started staring at her huge brown eyes. She was so beautiful, and I was so lucky. I didn't notice I was zoned out until she spoke again, "I was thinking about trying out for the cheerleading team."
"You would look cute in that outfit," I replied making her blush. Tori could be wearing a gorilla suit and still look adorable.
"Enough about me, how have you been?" she asked, looking up at me.
"Fine," was really all I could say. She wasn't satisfied with this answer; she sat up and looked me right in the eye.
"How's-"
"It's getting late, we should start walking home," I cut her off. Phew, that was close. I know I can't keep avoiding this question, but I'm going to have to for now. Or, at least until I can think of an appropriate answer for Tori's fragile ears.
This story will contain a few chapters ! Please review with your thoughts on this chapter and what you think should happen in the next ones ! I have some ideas, but I love hearing what you guys have to say :)