"I hate that son-of-a-bitch!" Zack said with anger slamming his fist on the
desk.
Preston shot him a confused glace.
"Who?" he asked
"Dean! That asshole actually slapped Laney! Really hard, right across her cheek! He didn't even have a reason. Why would he slap her? He's obsessed with her. He's in love with her." Zack told him with frustration. Preston eyes widened. Apparently, he hadn't heard the entire story.
"He slapped her?!" Preston asked, outraged himself. Zack nodded roughly, his forehead straining.
"Preston, I don't know what to do. What if he tries to pull off something else?" Zack groaned, rubbing his temples.
"I dunno man, but I'd keep a close watch on Laney. You never know what he might do even if you don't live here anymore." Preston explained. Zack knew Preston was right. He didn't want to believe it, but the way Dean's been acting; he didn't know what he might do.
At about 12:30, they all went to bed, since they would be getting up early. Laney leaned against the headboard in the guest bedroom, looking at a yearbook while Zack was in the bathroom. She flipped through the pages and turned her head towards the bathroom door.
"Zack?" she asked, continuing to flip through the pages.
"Yup?" said a voice behind the door. Laney kept flipping through the yearbook thinking of what she was going to ask.
"What were you and Preston talking about?" Laney faltered. There was a strange silence, but then Zack emerged from the bathroom in his pajama pants and T-shirt.
"Dean." He said simply and quickly making his way to his side of the bed.
"I figured that," Laney said, now ignoring the yearbook in front of her. Zack got into bed next to her.
"Yeah, well, Preston was telling me that we never know what Dean will pull off next and that you should be careful." Zack said looking into Laney's eyes.
"Ok, but lets go to sleep, I don't think I can stay awake one second. My head is throbbing. But the pain killers should kick in soon. How come guys always know where to hit a girl, right across the cheek, so it feels like your eye is going to explode? Did they pull you aside in high school and teach you or something?" Laney asked.
"Not all guys hit." Zack said, laying back into his pillow.
The next morning, Zack and Laney were up and out of Katie and Preston's house by 9:00 in the morning. Zack decided that he didn't want to hang around in Beverly Hills, where they were vulnerable to have a visit from Dean.
The drove all the way to San Diego by 12:00, no stopping unless nature would takes its call. Finally they arrived in San Diego. Laney unlocked the door, but to find that it was open. She looked at Zack and pushed through the open door. Their house is trashed! There are broken lamps all over the ground, cracked mirrors, paper thrown everywhere, curtains torn, but nothing seems to be missing.
"Oh my god." Laney gasped in disbelief. She glanced at Zack, whose eyes were wide and empty. He was speechless.
"God, what happened?" Laney asked herself or Zack, if he was listening. She walked around the room, just staring at the trashed walls and floor. Zack ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around their house. Laney looked around the corner that led to the dining room. She suddenly stopped short and gasped loudly and turned her head towards Zack. Realizing something was in there; Zack walked quickly over to her and whirled around the corner. His cheeks sunk in at what he saw. On the wall, written in red paint, was:
YOU CAN'T GET AWAY, LANEY
Zack put his hand on Laney's trembling shoulder. Suddenly, Zack whirled his head around towards the bathroom door. Laney looked up at him with large eyes.
"What is it?" she asked with a quivering voice. Zack was breathing loudly. He stepped closer to the bathroom door. He then heard a rustling and loud hoarse breath. He turned around, gripped her arm gently and pushed her towards the door.
"There's someone still here!" he shouted, running towards the door. They heard the bathroom door slam as someone ran out of it. Zack's heart beat faster as he heard the footsteps get louder and louder. Just as he was outside the door, someone grabbed him by the arms, yanking him back into the room. Laney screamed. And who other than Dean was behind Zack, holding him back. Zack struggled to get out of Deans grip, but Dean was too strong.
"RUN LANEY, RUN!" Zack yelled. But Laney didn't move, she wasn't about to leave him behind. She ran up to Dean. She stared him straight in the eye, and slapped him across the face. He just stared at her and so did Zack.
"Let go of him, Dean!" Laney shouted
"How 'bout not!" Dean yelled. Laney pursed her lips.
"I HATE YOU!" Laney cried. She kicked him in the leg and knee. Dean walked over to her, still holding on to Zack by the arm.
"That does it Laney!" he screamed. And he slapped her. He slapped her so hard she fell to the floor in a crying heap. Her hair was a mess and her cheek was red, swollen, and burning with pain. Zack kicked Dean in the back, and Dean went flying in to the door. Zack ran over to Laney and lifted up her chin. Her face was all red. Dean's finger marks were showing up on her cheek. Dean ran at them, charging like a mad bull. Zack jumped to his feet. Dean lifted his fist and punched Zack right in the cheek. Zack went flying back into the wall. Dean bent down in front of Laney, looking as though he would strike her again. Zack leapt on Dean, forcing him on his back. Zack pinned him by the arms and looked at Dean, his eyes burning.
"What do you want?!! What are you doing?!" Zack yelled. Dean's eyes searched his head for an answer. Both of them jerked their heads towards Laney, who moaned softly in pain as she attempted to stand up. Zack whirled his head back to Dean's.
"I don't give a damn if you love her or not!" Zack whispered gruffly so Laney couldn't hear. Dean growled menacingly. Zack grabbed his arm and literally dragged him out of the house and threw him into the yard.
"Who?" he asked
"Dean! That asshole actually slapped Laney! Really hard, right across her cheek! He didn't even have a reason. Why would he slap her? He's obsessed with her. He's in love with her." Zack told him with frustration. Preston eyes widened. Apparently, he hadn't heard the entire story.
"He slapped her?!" Preston asked, outraged himself. Zack nodded roughly, his forehead straining.
"Preston, I don't know what to do. What if he tries to pull off something else?" Zack groaned, rubbing his temples.
"I dunno man, but I'd keep a close watch on Laney. You never know what he might do even if you don't live here anymore." Preston explained. Zack knew Preston was right. He didn't want to believe it, but the way Dean's been acting; he didn't know what he might do.
At about 12:30, they all went to bed, since they would be getting up early. Laney leaned against the headboard in the guest bedroom, looking at a yearbook while Zack was in the bathroom. She flipped through the pages and turned her head towards the bathroom door.
"Zack?" she asked, continuing to flip through the pages.
"Yup?" said a voice behind the door. Laney kept flipping through the yearbook thinking of what she was going to ask.
"What were you and Preston talking about?" Laney faltered. There was a strange silence, but then Zack emerged from the bathroom in his pajama pants and T-shirt.
"Dean." He said simply and quickly making his way to his side of the bed.
"I figured that," Laney said, now ignoring the yearbook in front of her. Zack got into bed next to her.
"Yeah, well, Preston was telling me that we never know what Dean will pull off next and that you should be careful." Zack said looking into Laney's eyes.
"Ok, but lets go to sleep, I don't think I can stay awake one second. My head is throbbing. But the pain killers should kick in soon. How come guys always know where to hit a girl, right across the cheek, so it feels like your eye is going to explode? Did they pull you aside in high school and teach you or something?" Laney asked.
"Not all guys hit." Zack said, laying back into his pillow.
The next morning, Zack and Laney were up and out of Katie and Preston's house by 9:00 in the morning. Zack decided that he didn't want to hang around in Beverly Hills, where they were vulnerable to have a visit from Dean.
The drove all the way to San Diego by 12:00, no stopping unless nature would takes its call. Finally they arrived in San Diego. Laney unlocked the door, but to find that it was open. She looked at Zack and pushed through the open door. Their house is trashed! There are broken lamps all over the ground, cracked mirrors, paper thrown everywhere, curtains torn, but nothing seems to be missing.
"Oh my god." Laney gasped in disbelief. She glanced at Zack, whose eyes were wide and empty. He was speechless.
"God, what happened?" Laney asked herself or Zack, if he was listening. She walked around the room, just staring at the trashed walls and floor. Zack ran his fingers through his hair as he looked around their house. Laney looked around the corner that led to the dining room. She suddenly stopped short and gasped loudly and turned her head towards Zack. Realizing something was in there; Zack walked quickly over to her and whirled around the corner. His cheeks sunk in at what he saw. On the wall, written in red paint, was:
YOU CAN'T GET AWAY, LANEY
Zack put his hand on Laney's trembling shoulder. Suddenly, Zack whirled his head around towards the bathroom door. Laney looked up at him with large eyes.
"What is it?" she asked with a quivering voice. Zack was breathing loudly. He stepped closer to the bathroom door. He then heard a rustling and loud hoarse breath. He turned around, gripped her arm gently and pushed her towards the door.
"There's someone still here!" he shouted, running towards the door. They heard the bathroom door slam as someone ran out of it. Zack's heart beat faster as he heard the footsteps get louder and louder. Just as he was outside the door, someone grabbed him by the arms, yanking him back into the room. Laney screamed. And who other than Dean was behind Zack, holding him back. Zack struggled to get out of Deans grip, but Dean was too strong.
"RUN LANEY, RUN!" Zack yelled. But Laney didn't move, she wasn't about to leave him behind. She ran up to Dean. She stared him straight in the eye, and slapped him across the face. He just stared at her and so did Zack.
"Let go of him, Dean!" Laney shouted
"How 'bout not!" Dean yelled. Laney pursed her lips.
"I HATE YOU!" Laney cried. She kicked him in the leg and knee. Dean walked over to her, still holding on to Zack by the arm.
"That does it Laney!" he screamed. And he slapped her. He slapped her so hard she fell to the floor in a crying heap. Her hair was a mess and her cheek was red, swollen, and burning with pain. Zack kicked Dean in the back, and Dean went flying in to the door. Zack ran over to Laney and lifted up her chin. Her face was all red. Dean's finger marks were showing up on her cheek. Dean ran at them, charging like a mad bull. Zack jumped to his feet. Dean lifted his fist and punched Zack right in the cheek. Zack went flying back into the wall. Dean bent down in front of Laney, looking as though he would strike her again. Zack leapt on Dean, forcing him on his back. Zack pinned him by the arms and looked at Dean, his eyes burning.
"What do you want?!! What are you doing?!" Zack yelled. Dean's eyes searched his head for an answer. Both of them jerked their heads towards Laney, who moaned softly in pain as she attempted to stand up. Zack whirled his head back to Dean's.
"I don't give a damn if you love her or not!" Zack whispered gruffly so Laney couldn't hear. Dean growled menacingly. Zack grabbed his arm and literally dragged him out of the house and threw him into the yard.