A/N: Hey everyone, I think I all owe you a chapter so here it is.
Happy late birthday zero hitsugaya! Also to anyone with an upcoming birthday!
Now onto the story
TIME OF STORY: DEC 18, 2013
Zach:
I pull into the driveway ignoring the fact that there's now one less car in the garage where I can park. I'm sure you all know why. He moved out 3 days after the 8th so on the 11th. We don't need that piece of shit anyway. I kick my shoes off at the front door and make my way to the stairs.
"Zachary?" I hear my mom and I grunt in response. I'm debating whether I should just ignore her and head upstairs.
"Honey?" She says and her voice is clearer meaning she's probably behind. I sigh, it's not her fault my dad is an as$hole. It's just that I'm so angry. I slowly turn around and raise my eyebrows.
"Yeah?" I ask and she gives me a small smile.
"I'm going out to work now, I left money on the counter. ALright?" She says while putting on her coat and I nod.
"When are you going to be back?" I ask art of me wanting the answer to be never but the other to beg her to stay. To not leave me alone in this horrid house. It's not fair that my dad cheated on her. As I stare at her I can't help but wonder maybe if she was better my dad wouldn't find the need to cheat. I quickly toss the thought aside, shame taking over me. My dad is the bad guy here not her I remind myself.
"By 10:30 probably" She says and I nod. She gives me a quick peck on the cheek and I stiffen.
"Alright honey see you later." She says but pauses at the door.
"Zachary, your dad is coming by later to talk to you" She says and I almost choke on my own spit. That's why she's staying out late.
"I'm not talking to him" I spit out. She gives me a sad smile and walks back over to me.
"Now honey. just because your dad and I's relationship is messed up doesn't mean you should shut him out. He's your dad after all" She says and I shake my head.
"He's nothing but a memory" I say and turn heading up the stairs. I pause when I'm midway there.
"Not even a memory, just a reminder" I say and sprint up the stairs. I slam my door shut and close the curtains before sitting down and burying my head in my hands. I'm never getting married or having kids if this is what's going to happen. I'll never make my kid feel as bad as I do now. I groan as I realize I have to avoid Cam now. The more time I spend with her the more I like her. I drop on my back and stare up at the ceiling wondering maybe it's my fault he left.
Cammie:
I set my bags into my car satisfied with all the gifts I bought for Christmas. I got Macey a new charm for her bracelet and a new leather jacket. She was complaining about how out of style hers was but she can never find one that suits her. I got Liz riding boots and earrings, I got Bex nike running shoes, Grant cleats, Jonas a watch and high tech calculator thing, Nick a pair of cleats similar to Grant's, and my mom a necklace from Tiffanys. I admit, my mom and I have fixed a huge part of our relationship but I wouldn't say it's 100% cured. Who knows, maybe she'll leave again and that'll just destroy me. I haven't gotten Zach a present because I don't know what to get him. I sigh and get into my car.
It's about 7 by the time I reach my neighborhood but I can't park into my driveway because a car is blocking it. I can't help but notice it's familiar looking. I honk but after 2 minutes no one has came. I hear shouting and banging and I realize it's coming from Zach's house. There's a man knocking on the door. He looks familiar too but I can't tell who he is from the way he's angled. I roll down the window and squint to get a better look.
"Zachary open this door!" He says and it's only now that I realize it's Zach's dad. He turns around scouting the place as if he knows he's being watched. Due to it being a full moon I can see his dad's face clearly. The similarities hit me like a bus. They both have those green captivating eyes and curly hair. It's only now that I realize I've never seen his dad before until now. I wonder how that's possible. Zach did say he was always at "work". The man sighs and I don't feel any sympathy towards him. The man knocks one more time, quieter than before and sighs again.
"Come on Zach" he says with a tired voice and I notice the wrinkles that form near his eyes and the streaks of grey forming in his hair. Guess he's also tired and stressed from this ugly divorce that's unfolding quickly by the second. He should have known what he was getting himself into by cheating. I watch as he gives up, getting into his car and driving off. I park into my driveway, not bothering to take my stuff inside and head towards Zach's door. I knock softly. The door swings back with such force I'm surprised the hinges haven't fallen.
"I thought you left-" Zach starts but stops when he sees me. His appearance is absolutely worse than the night I broke up with Josh. His hair is stuck up at odd angles as if it's been pulled. He has a bruise on his cheek, his eyes are bloodshot indicating he's been drinking a lot, he's shaking a bit, and his clothes are dirty. I stare at his left hand which he's obviously trying to hide. It's bloodied and bruise. He reaches to close the door but I put my foot in time knowing he won't dare to hurt me.
"Now isn't a good time Cam" He says with a frown and I shake my head pushing myself in. I close the door behind me and lock it. I turn and look around. Broken plates, vases, and thrown cushions all over the place. If this is how the small view given from the entrance is then I wonder how the rest of the house is. I look back at Zach and he looks down like a little kid ashamed he's been caught being naughty. Without any words I grab his unharmed right hand and lead him up to his room. I take him into the bathroom in his room. He doesn't protest as I lead him to the sink and wash his hands.
"How did you get that bruise on your cheek" I ask and he shrugs.
"I was being stupid" He says and I just decide to go with it for now. I sit him on the toilet seat and look through his drawers for disinfection wipes or bottle.
"Bottom drawer" He says and I open it grabbing gauze and 2 packets of wipes. I gently wipe the wounds and he flinches but quickly recovers.
"Your lucky you don't need stiches" I say and he doesn't respond.
"How did this happen?" I say and he shrugs.
"I punched the wall" He says as if it's the most ordinary thing to do. I nod and head to the shower turning it on.
"Take a shower and keep that hand elevated" I say and he rolls his eyes.
"Yes mom" He says and I guess he's feeling better since he can crack a joke. I pretend I didn't hear him and head out.
XXXX awhile later
I pick up the cushions on the floor and rearrange them on the couch.
"You don't have to do that" I hear Zach say and turn around to find him rubbing the back of his neck. He usually only does that when he's nervous. I shrug.
"I don't have to but I want to. Besides your mom will probably freak when she comes back" I say and he shrugs.
"She's not coming tonight" He says and I raise my eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" I ask and he shrugs.
"It's 12, she said she would be home by 10:30, I think she'll probably crash at a friend's home or something" He says and I nod. I look around the living room satisfied with my cleaning. Only thing missing is the vase that sat on the glass table and the painting that hung above the big sofa which are now broken and the remains are in the trash.
"Thanks" He says still standing there awkwardly and I nod.
"No problem" I head over to the dining room table and pull out a chair resting my elbows on the table. I motion for him to join me and after a bit hesitation he does.
"So want to tell me how this happened?" I say after he sits down and usher towards the room. He sighs.
" I just drank a little too much" He says and I nod.
"Because...?" I say motioning for him to continue.
"I umm... got bored" He lies and I shake my head.
"Try again" I say and he sighs.
"That's what happened" He says and I nod. He's obviously not going to tell me so I'll just have to spill it myself.
"That's BS, I saw your dad" I say after awhile and he looks up from glaring at the table.
"What? Did you talk to him?" He says and I can see the panic rising.
"Calm yourself, of course I didn't I was trying to park and his car was in the way. I just noticed him banging on the door" I say and he lifts an eyebrow.
"and?" He says and I roll my eyes. I know what you're all thinking, I suck at this comforting shit but I don't comfort I confront.
"and nothing, I came in here to see if you're ok" I say not realizing what I just said. He grins and I try to take it back.
"Aww so you care about me" He says and I glare.
"Stop trying to change the subject!" I say being a hypocrite because I myself am trying to change the subject he's on right now and he chuckles.
"Zachhhh" I whine and he laughs even harder. I cross my arms glaring at him. After about 3 minutes of that he finally calms down.
"You done laughing like a hyena?" I ask while raising my eyebrow and he grins.
"Now Cam, I didn't ask about how your laugh sounds" He says and I groan, getting up and heading towards the door.
"Why did I even bother" I say and he pulls me away from the door enveloping me in a hug.
"I'm kidding! Sheesh, are you always this serious?" He says and I try to ignore the fact that my face is stuck against his chest. I grin.
"Nope" I reply and he chuckles, his chest vibrating with laughter.
"Oh and just for the record, I care about you too" He says.
A/N: Hey guys what did you think of that little bit of Zammie? Hope you all had a good weekend. We've been snowed in! What about you guys? Is it cold where you live?