Zack
I blamed myself. That was my baby girl, and someone hurt her. She was happy again, and I was beyond greatful for that.
She begged me not to, but I couldn't help it.
When we went to celebrate him being locked up, she held my hand, as we sat at IHOP. She kissed my hand and I rested it on her leg. "I love you." She had muttered. I told her I loved her too, and I meant it. I meant it, but I was scared I'd hurt her in some way again.
"Zack?" She asks me now. "Come with me." Jack mutters something about sex, and she flicks him on the head.
She pulls me into the back room and makes me sit down before she sits on my lap, craddling her head into my neck, I hold onto her loosly.
"It wasn't your fault." She says, "In no way could you have prevented it. He was hidden. I checked. It isn't your fault that he did this. Any of it. You saved me both times."
I hear her sniffle, and I feel her wet eyes in my neck. I wipe her eyes and hold her close.
"I couldn't move, otherwise I would've cried for help. I was helpless. You came in after he threatened to do bad things to me." Mt heart clenched, "He was moving toward me when you knocked him out. I saw. I couldn't move or anything, but I saw. You were so worried."
She kisses my neck, "He didn't hurt me in that area, he barely hurt me at all. I hate him, so much.
"Zack you did everything you could and I'm so glad that you did, thank you. I love you so damn much. Please stop blaming yourself."
She looks up and wipes my eyes that were also watering up with tears.
I felt better because she told me all of this, and slowly I didn't feel awful anymore as she kissed my cheeks, face, and neck. "You tell me all the time how beautiful I am," She smiles, "But I never tell you how beautiful you are, because damn you are fine, I'm glad to call you mine."
I kissed her soft lips and tangled them with mine, and she giggles, and kisses back lovingly.
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Protection, Zack Merrick, All Time Low
Fiksi Penggemar______ "I need a room for a night?" I ask the lady at the check in desk at the hotel. She didn't question the tears running down my face, or my phone buzzing in my pocket like crazy. I made a scene, and now I have to lay in the bed I made. The bed...
