Protection, Zack Merrick, All Time Low

58

Kimberly

"Kimmy, wake up." Zack coos, kissing my shoulder and gently rocking me. I groan and push him away. "Sweetie, we have a busy day ahead of us."

"Nowedon, go awa." I mumble, pressing my face into the pillow of the bunk bed.

"Baby, the show is early today, at three. Come on."

"Ugh." I groan and get up, glaring at the tall muscular man stading beside me. I grab my clothes and his hand and pull him into the bathroom, locking the doors and slowly waking up as I see him grinning. I strip my clothes and he strips his as I make the water meet my standards to save warm water for the others, we shower together to conserve that, as well as to piss off my brother.

It was eight in the morning, and I was plain exhausted. Normally I'm up by this time anyway.

I peck his lips before I clean myself and my hair, and he does the same before we rinse off. I just hold him close to me for a minute, wanting to just hold on for a while, letting the water hit us.

"We should get out." I say, now fully awake. He reluctantly turns off the water and grabs our towels, and we step out. I see myself in the mirror as I'm drying my hair, and I grin at the many pink hickies I have in the shape of a heart that he had given me a few days ago.

The heart was uneven, but it was perfect.

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The show went well, and we decided to all go out to a bar. The text messages hadn't stopped, but I didn't read them.

I was sat across from Jeremy and Neil, and I would chuckle at their jokes and stories, and Zack was going to get drinks.

When we first came in, I had gotten a coke that was really fizzy, and that's when Neil came up to Zack and I, asking us to sit with them.

We cracked a few more jokes, till my head started to get foggy, and my stomach clenched. I felt like I was going to puke.

"Hey," I say, trying not to worry Zack, "I'm gonna go to the restroom, okay?" They all nod, and since Zack figured Denny wouldn't make a move, he stayed.

I go in and lean my head onto the sink, breathing deeply trying to settle down.

"Miss me?" A male voice asks, startling me. It takes a moment to register, but I scream when I see who it is. "Shut the fuck up." He snaps, slamming me against the wall.

"See, I figured you should have one more day with your fiancé before I kill you for getting me caught." Denny snaps. "Let him have a little bit more happiness, although, why would you be able to make anyone happy?"

"I made you happy once upon a time." I snap, woozily. Hitting my head when he slammed me to the wall again helped nothing.

"Bitch!" He yells, and slams me again, "Don't worry, the drugs will make you inable to speak any minute now."

And just as he said, I wasn't able to say anything, or scream. I only had tears streaming down my face, I slamned my hands down on the wall, trying to create noise, I stomped my feet. He just stood back and laughed.

"Stop trying." He scoffed, and slapped me hard across the face, a burning sting hitting me.

Zack

"She's been gone for a while, should you go check on her?" Jeremy asks, worried. They know what's going on, we trusted them to know.

I had a bad feeling, she did seem out of it. I nod and get up, worriedly going to the bathroom. The door was locked, but there were stalls. I began to get worried, and I walked up to the bartender, "Hey, uh, my fiancée is in the bathrooms, but the entire door was locked. She wasn't feeling well, can you please unlock the door?" I ask nervously.

"People go inthere abd do that all the time," he says, "People have sex in there all the time too."

"Please, sir." I ask as polite as I can. He calls over a female bartender, and she takes the keys, I thank them both, staying a few feet bam of the girl whos unlocking it.

She looks back horrified after unlocking it, and runs quickly to the front, leaving the key.

I was horrified, abd nervous to open the door. Denny was hidden, abd she was on the floor, Denny tried to run, but with me standing in the door, I punch him as hard as I could and knock him out, and I pick up my baby girl, abd the woman comes back phone in her hand trief to the police, and me craddling my concious baby girl whos eyes are dull staring up at me, abd her forehead us bleeding a little bit, and my tears hit her face.

"No sir, I think she was drugged. Her pupils are dialater bad," she pauses, asking me the next question, "Sir, did she drink anything?"

"A coke." I reply. "She doesn't drink alchohol."

She repeats it to the dispatcher, and worriedly, and crying, I hold her closer. The male bartender had blocked off the area, but I could see curious and worried eyes of the guys.

"No sir, all of her clothes are on, she wasn't violated in that way."

"They're on their way, right?" I ask worriedly. "Please tell them that this is the Dennis Adams case, where he's been stalking and threatening her for weeks." She does exactly that, and a few minutes, but it feels like forever, the cops finally show up, and force Denny into the police car, having enough proof.

Then paramedics take my baby, and I grab Alex and I push him in there with us, he's having a panic attack. And I don't doubt for a minute that he's going to yell at me for letting her go alone.

I hate myself enough for that.

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"It was the date rape drug, Royphynol." The doctor says to a waiting room full of the band and crew. "We had pumped her from it, and she should be alright in a little while."