For All The Wrong Reasons

This Is It

                                                                         Grace's POV

I went up to our bedroom, leaving Zacky downstairs. I went over to the closet and got the suitcase that  was in the way back. I set it on the bed and opened it. I can't fit all my clothes in it, so I grabbed enough clothes to last me a week, then I would come back and get more. 

I texted Johnny a few minuets ago, he said that I could stay with him. He told me to text him when I was ready to leave, and he would come and get me. 

 I made my way to the closet and glanced around looking to to find a certain sweatshirt. The guys made it for me for my birthday last year. It's black and has the number '7' on the back with 'Vengeance' right above it in red. They made it look like the tattoo that Zacky has on his back. I cherish that sweatshirt dearly. 

When I did find it, I pulled it out and held it up in front of me, studding it. It just has a special value to me. It's my favorite sweatshirt of all time and I would never get rid of it. I wore it almost every day that Avenged Sevenfold was on tour. 

"You still like that sweatshirt?" I heard Zacky asking me. I moved my arms just enough to see him leaning on the door frame. 

Walking over to the bed to where the suitcase is, I folded the article of clothing carefully and set it in. "No, I don't like it still. I love it still." He inched his way towards me further. "Will you pass me the blade behind my side stand, next to the plug in?" He stood there in shock that I would ask that. I sighed. "I'm not going to cut. I'm going to give it to Johnny, so that way I'm not tempted to cut." 

He moved over to where my side stand was and reached down behind it. "I'll give it to Johnny myself." I rolled my eyes and went back over to the closet. "Why are you doing this to me....to us?" He asked me. There was a crackle between 'to' and 'us' in his voice. 

"I already told you why." I muttered as I grabbed another shirt, throwing it onto the bed behind me. 

"You never told me what I did to deserve this." 

I groaned at the though of it. "You cheated." I mumbled. 

"Excuse me?" 

"You heard me." 

"Say it louder." 

"No."

"Fucking say it." He snapped. 

I felt the anger boiling up inside of me. "I'm not repeating myself."

"Because it's not true."

"Look, I saw you with her, Mandie, is it? Yeah, I remember her. She is your little high school ex that I hate so much. She was the one who always teased me in school. You can't deny it anymore. You're always leaving and coming up with some bullshit excuse and I'm so sick of it. It's been going on for weeks." I'm infuriated now. "You told me that you had to work on something for the band today. But I went for a walk with Elise and we saw you. You were sharing a drink with that whore. Even the guys think that You're cheating!" His face turned a pale color, as if he saw a ghost. "I love you Zack, and I always will. I can't change my feelings for you, but I can't take it anymore. If you weren't happy with 'us', then you should have told me, and we could have went our separate ways. You didn't have to cheat. Cheating is a choice, it doesn't just happen. You're so independent, you just refuse to bend, so I kept bending until I break. I broke Zacky, I fucking broke...again." Yes, I just used a Staind line. But that's how I feel. 

" She's not a whore and I didn't cheat on you." His face was still pale. 

"Now you're defending her?!"