It ain't me (Sequel to "What an asshole you are, Zachary"), Zach Kornfeld fanfic

The nice taxist

"And just like that he flipped out again, started yelling at me and left the flat with a bottle of whiskey," I gulped down another shot of vodka while trying to keep my calm in the middle of the bar. Ariel's blue eyes met mine as she furrowed her brows.

"Are your fights always this bad?" She asked the question she always brought up. I crossed my legs, trying not to show even more skin. I was wearing a short black skirt that made my legs look long as Monday after a nice weekend. It was attracting more attention than any married woman would like to get but right now I didn't care.

"Well..." I sighed, leaning back in the chair, looking at three women in front of me. Each one of them was wearing a stern look, silently judging my behaviour. "Yes," I defeatedly admitted and bit my lip. Primrose looked down at the table, running her tanned hand through her hair.

"Do you think... You got in a crisis?" Becky carefully asked while pouring all of us another round. I shrugged with my shoulders, grabbing my glass immediately.

"Probably a bit. I mean, after we are done fighting we always have sex or we just cuddle until we fall asleep. All is well until the next day?" I more asked than said before gulping down my vodka again. 

"But you do fight too much... And Ned said th-," I quickly put my glass on the table, giving Ariel the nastiest look ever.

"Do you like talking about us, Ariel?" I hissed, squeezing my lips together. She got an uncomfortable expression on her face, crossing her arms on her chest. Her pale skin became a bit reddish as I kept my eyes locked on hers. 

"I mean... Sometimes Ned says Zach dr-," I interrupted her again, leaning forward, closer to her. 

"What does Zach do? Tell me, Ariel," My voice was getting more and more poisonous even though deep inside I knew she did nothing to deserve it. "Seems like you know more about my marriage than me and Zach do?"

"Kiara!" Becky hissed and grabbed my upper arm. I shot her a nasty look before returning my green eyes to Ariel.

"He drinks a lot," The blondie finished her sentence as the glass in my hand broke. The pieces of it cut deep into my skin, making my hand bloody immediately. But in this second I felt no pain. The only thing that was running through my veins was anger that Ariel was guilty for. 

I was angry about the fact that someone else talked about my marriage with Zach, the man I thought I was destined with. The next thing I was angry about was that Ned and Ariel had their perfect relationship, posting pics of each other on Instagram constantly, being all over each other all the time. Knowing that they were right about Zach drinking too much was driving me crazy too and besides all this anger there was also fear deep inside me. I knew our fights would get too much once and something was telling me this was about to come fast.

"I need to go home," I whispered, pulling my phone out while already walking away from the girls. I heard muffled voices behind me, telling me to come back to take care of my hand. But the only thing I was focused about now was saving my marriage even if that meant leaving the girls behind.

"Zach, pick up the phone, please," I murmured in my phone while waiting for him to answer. As usual I had no luck as I sat inside my Uber, telling the driver my address and sliding him a 20 dollar bill as a tip.

"Someone's in a hurry," He commented while hastly placing the money inside his wallet.

"Make it fast," I squeezed my fist in order to stop the bleeding and carefully placed it in my lap. All the ride home I was looking at my phone, waiting for Zach to call back or at least send me a short text.

"Two minutes away," The driver said all of a sudden and I smiled a bit. 

"Finally," I bit my lip, already placing my fingers on the door so I could open it as soon as possible.

"Anything important to do?" He asked while waiting to turn left.

"Nothing," I quickly answered. "Besides fixing my marriage," I then added and he let out a short laugh before turning around to me, giving me a tiny sheet of paper.

"If you ever need a fast ride again, call this number," He winked before he faced the road again. I looked down, seeing a number on it. Beside it, there was a name but I didn't catch enough light to read it.

"Thanks!" I pushed it inside my bag before exiting the car, running towards our flat. I ignored the bottles lying next to our garbage can as I was unlocking the door with one hand. Before I could slide the key out, the door was already open for me.

"You home already?" There was my husband, wearing a black t-shirt and violet boxers. The sight of him, waiting for me at home, made my eyes teary, specially when I remembered what Ariel said before.

"Z-Zach," I wrapped my arms around him, pushing him inside while I started crying in his t-shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong?" I felt him closing the door behind us as I had my face in his chest. I felt his heart beating fast, probably because he was so nervous about seeing me this way. His large hand started stroking my hair while placing the other one on my lower back.

"I'm so afraid," I could barely speak and every word took me a couple of seconds to spit out.

"Of?" My husband asked, gently rising my head by placing his hand under my chin. His blue eyes were the colour of summer sky and they were affecting my calmness again. I missed hugging him just out of simple wish to do so, he was always apologising with hugs and kisses. Tonight there was nothing to apologise for, it was just me, feeling bad about something and Zach being there to cheer me up. No matter how much I wanted to talk about his drinking problem I couldn't ruin one of a few happy moments I had with him. 

Now it was not the time.

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