Found and Forgotten

Chapter 34

Zeta POV

The boys arrived home late last night. None of them came to check on me, despite considering my nightmares. I'll give them the benefit of thinking they just don't want to bother me. I wait until I hear silence for over half an hour. Once I'm sure everyone's in their rooms for the night, I sneak to the gym. I am not getting any sleep and I'd like to go before anyone else wakes up so I don't have to see them right away.

I have one of the best workouts of my life. Anger fueled my workout. I was close to breaking the punching bag. As much as anger fueled my workout, my thoughts fueled my anger. I feel like a three year old little girl again. I may not be at an orphanage, but I certainly feel forgotten. And I'm angry. I deserve better, and I'm tired of feeling this way.

I got lost in my thoughts until I hear footsteps. Damnit. I let my distracted mind keep me from a clean path back to my room.

Enzo appeared. He seemed to be scanning me, analyzing why I'm here. "Thought I might find you here. Was a little worried when you weren't in your room. Late night workout?" He asks. I just nod. I'm pissed. I don't want to talk to them so I'm not going to more than I have to.

The atmosphere is tense and awkward. But I'm not going to break the silence. I quietly start collecting my things so I can head to my room. As I'm about to leave, Enzo speaks again. "Wait, Z. Wanna spar? Could be a nice warm up for me and cool down for you."

I think about it. Hitting him does sound good. So I nod. We wrap our hands and begin. Once jabs are being thrown, I lose all thought and just go on attack. I'm hitting way harder than a normal spar. I'm not even thinking. It isn't until Enzo grabs both arms and holds me still that I realized what happened. And to be honest, I don't care. He deserves it. They all do.

"Wanna tell me what that was about?" He asks. I shrug. He's lost my trust. I have no desire to talk or open up to him. "I'm good," I say as I quickly leave the gym to go shower. What a great start to the day and it isn't even breakfast yet.

Enzo POV

What the hell just happened? She actually hurt me during our spar. Don't get me wrong. Part of me is very proud she was able to catch me off guard and hurt me, but most of me is concerned with why she felt she needed to.

I can tell she lost control. She was angry and unleashed it on me. Is she mad about us being gone so long? She was alone for as long time. And she was being distant before. Maybe she's acting out for attention? That doesn't seem like Z though. Ugh. There needs to be a manual for teenage girls.

Whatever it is, I'm going to get to the bottom of it. Now that the threats are gone and work will calm down, I will be making sure to give her the attention she deserves. I just hope today's event aren't a sign that it's already too late.

I finish my workout haphazardly as I'm to distracted with thoughts if why Zeta is so angry with me. After I shower, I head down to the kitchen to see everyone there but Zeta. Weird.

Finally, I hear quiet footsteps coming down. Zeta enters with her head down avoiding eye contact. Dante goes for a hug but she just brushes it off and sits down, laying her head down as to signal she doesn't want to talk to anyone. "Hey, Z. What do you want to eat?" Matteo asks.

She barely looks up and says "whatever. Doesn't matter" at the point everyone is looking at her curiously as to why she's so pissed. And to be honest, I'm not totally sure. I guess because we didn't call much while we were gone. We definitely could've been more attentive.

Some time later, Matteo slides over some crepes, her favorite. Without looking at him, she gives a very lackluster thanks. She eats a few bites before pushing her plate away and leaving without asking to be excused. She never leaves without asking. She must really be mad at us.