zacky's pov
i decided not to sit next to brandan and the reverend that day, give the lovebirds some alone time. besides, if i was gonna be there a while, which seemed to be the case, i needed to meet more people. i surveyed the room, trying to find some friendly..or at least remotely friendly faces, which in a jail is really hard to do. after a couple minutes i came across a table. there was a guy with kinda long brown hair seated, no tray in front of him. i wonder why..
i made my way over to the table, standing next to him. he looked up at me, cocking an eyebrow.
"mind if i sit here?"
"nah, go right ahead," he smiled warmly. he was quite a change from the others around here. i pulled back the seat across from him and sat down.
"i'm zacky," i said putting out a hand. he shook it aggressively.
"well hello there zachary, i'm brian!" he beamed. he was so lively. i couldn't help but smile at him.
"so, why aren't you eating?" i asked, pointing to the emptiness in front of him.
"oh i am." he grinned. i was so confused. just then, a little guy with bleached hair came up, trying to balance two trays of food in his arms, placing one down for brian, who gave me another grin. i laughed.
"zacky, i want you to meet johnny. he's my little bitch." he smirked giving johnny a slap on his....ass? were they....
"whoah...oh no, no, no...not that kind of bitch. he just gets me food and shit," brian interrupted my thoughts. guess he read my mind.
"and if we were, he'd soooo be my bitch," johnny grinned, putting an arm around brian. he raised his eyebrows.
"oh really?" and then brian hopped up, slamming johnny against the table and straddling him.
"whose the bitch johnny!" brian laughed, practically dry-humping him.
"OOWW!! I AM! I AM!!" johnny squealed. my drink nearly came out my nose, i was laughing so hard. brian sat back down, as johnny straightened out his clothes.
"so zacky, how did you end up in....."and then brian stopped talking, stunned as he looked ahead.
"why is he coming over here," johnny spoke with the same stunned look.
i turned around to see what the big deal was and saw it was matt. he was with the maddens for a long time. i smiled at him, but he didn't smile back, and instead looked behind him at the twins. they nodded. why did they just nod? and why does matt look so sad?
he came closer, and stood besides me, not taking a seat. brian and johnny still had the same stunned faces.
"matt, what's wrong?" i asked, and well, i didn't get the response i wanted. he shook his head, and when i motioned him to sit down, he cranked back his arm and socked me right in the face. i fell out of my chair and onto the floor.
"wh..wha..what are you doing matt?!" i stammered, shocked by what just happened. my face was stinging. he didn't answer. matt hit me again, this time in the jaw. i could feel the blood filling up my mouth and i spit it out on the tiled floor. fuck, he hit so hard! as i tried to get up, he caught me, grabbing me by the shirt high into the air. visions of tony popped into my head. if i didn't stop him, i would end up like that, or worse.
"matt, please, dont do this!" i pleaded, trying so hard not to cry. he hit me again in my ribs. i wheezed and cried out in pain. this time i didn't bother holding back the tears.
"I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS!" i sobbed, looking into his eyes. as i dangled there crying i saw a lone tear trail down his cheek. he pulled back his arm again, and i closed my eyes, not wanting to look at that bastard anymore. just when i thought i was going to be dead, i was dropped to the floor.
