Better Days [COMPLETED]

Chapter Twenty-One

FATIMA

I was getting ready to go out when I heard a bunch of obnoxious knocking on my door. This guy I met a week ago asked me to go out with him, but I didn't tell him to come get me. So I don't know who's at my door this late especially.

Trying to get over Zac is not an easy thing to do especially because I'm still madly in love with him. We have so many memories together and I'm not ready to let that go, but there's certain things I can't accept from a man and one of them is disrespect.

"Coming.." I said walking to the door.

I opened it and immediately tried to close it.

"Don't ever try to slam the door on me again." Zac slurred as he forced himself in my house.

"What are you doing here?" I ask feeling sick to my stomach.

Zac turned around and looked at me, "I miss you. You know I love you." He said leaning against the wall.

"Where have you been?" I ask smelling the alcohol on his breath.

"I was out. Thinking about you." He said.

He paused and looked me up and down.

"Where you going? It's too late for you to be out." He said. "There's perverts out there." He pointed to the door.

"Zac go home." I say shaking my head.

"You don't love me anymore?" He asked hitting the wall.

"I'm not doing this while you're drunk. Go home." I insist.

"No." He said.

"Zac.."

"Make me." He then grabbed onto my wrist tightly keeping me from moving.

All I could do was sit down and snatch myself away from him. Seeing him this drunk really frustrated me but seeing him at all made me feel every emotion possible. I was happy, because he came to see me, sad because we haven't spoken on so long and left off on bad terms, and mad because I just wanted to smack this nigga.

I thought about pushing him to start a fight just so I could whoop his ass for every he put me through. I really loved this Nigga too. I still do. And as much as it hurts I'd still love and support this man, give him my last if he needed, make love to him if he wanted it, shit I'd do anything for Zachary Taylor.

"I need you to go home." I whisper to Zac as I slowly stand up.

He looked at me and shook his head, "You don't love me no more." He said looking disappointed.

"Zac I never said that." I say feeling myself getting worked up.

"You don't love me no more... You don't--" I listened to him repeat the same words over and over again.