Blinded In Chains -Synacky-

Chapter 26 - the part you didn't see coming.

Several Days Later..

Brian's POV

2.34 AM

I sighed almost silently, looking over at Zack for the millionth time that night. It was almost pitch black in the bedroom, but my eyes had been open for so long that I could see perfectly. I could see every single detail of Zacky's face, even through the veil of tears that coated my tired eyes.

I have no idea how he could be sleeping... But then again he didn't know what I knew.

The cops were outside the house, and they had been for about ten minutes now. I knew that it wouldn't be long before the front door was smashed down, it wouldn't be long until they found us in here.

And it wouldn't be long before they'd cuffed us and taken us away.

I sighed, quietly coughing over another sob as I closed my eyes, tears rolling down my face from beneath my eyelids. I didn't want it to end this way. I think I'd known all this time, though, that I wouldn't be lucky. Zack would get found. But never had I thought it would be because he murdered someone.

I'll say this, I have no idea how the fuck they found us. Even if they got Zack's prints they wouldn't know where to find him. But I've watched enough episodes of CSI to guess that the cops found fibres from the trunk of my car, or something like that.

I don't want this to happen, I don't want to let Zack go. This is going to kill me. I don't even care how much time I get for all this; losing Zack is going to fucking rip me apart.

'Zack,' I murmur, shaking his shoulder gently. His snoring stutters but quickly returns to normal, and I sigh once again. 'Zack.' I shake his shoulder harder, and this time he stirs.

'Whaaaa?' He groans groggily, rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms above his head. I can't say anything now; there's nothing to say.

'The cops are here.' My voice has turned flat and emotionless now, despite my tears. Zack sits up, looking at me with hazy eyes.

'Why?' I force a chuckle, shaking my head.

'To arrest me. And you, perhaps.' I close my eyes, my voice starting to waver. I open my eyes again and Zack is hanging his head, sniffling.

'Zacky don't cry!' I beg, immediately shifting closer to him and engulfing him in my arms. 'Don't cry, baby. Please, please don't cry.'

'I don't want to leave you!' He whispers into my shoulder, his fists clenching and unclenching around my shirt as he starts to cry harder. I bite down hard on my lip, nodding.

'I don't want to leave you either, Zacky. I love you, I love you so fucking much.' I feel more tears rolling down my face, and Zacky pulls back to look at me.

'Brian... I'm sorry.' His voice is full of so much guilt, so much sincerity... I nod, linking my fingers with his and holding his hands tight.

'Don't apologize. I forgive you.' He looks deep into my eyes and smiles, tears making his emerald green eyes glimmer in the darkness. 'And I'm sorry for everything I've done to you, the things I've caused you to do... I'm sorry.' I look down in shame, and Zacky lifts my face, smiling slightly as he cries.

'Can we just be happy? For our last few minutes together, can we please be happy?' He asked me, and I smiled, leaning my forehead against his.

'I am happy. Happy to have found you,' I whisper, and he pushes his lips against mine.

'And I'm glad you found me. I love you.'

'I love you too, Zack... And I always will, okay? Remember that.' Zacky rested his head on my shoulder, kissing my neck softly.

'I will, don't you worry. I will.'

'I'm taking the blame for all this,' i said all of a sudden, making Zacky frown.

'What do you mean?'

'Your prints won't be on Gena, Zack. There'll be no evidence involving you, just... Let me take the blame.' His eyes widened, and he shook his head frantically.

'No, Brian, no!' He protested, and I shushed him.

'I don't want to ruin your life any more than I have. Don't tell them you did it, Zack, blame it on me. Lie through your teeth. They'll believe you... Please, Zack.' Our eyes met and he looked so tortured, so conflicted... I knew that I was sacrificing my life now. If I pleaded guilty to murder, kidnapping and abuse (and rape, even though it wasn't rape, but they'd still convict me of it anyway), I'd probably get life. But that seemed a worthy sacrifice if Zack went free.

'Brian... Don't do this,' he murmured, and I shook my head.

'Zacky. Blame everything on me. Everything. You do not have to suffer for something that I dragged you into.'

'Bri-' Zacky was interrupted by a loud crash, and several banging noises, and then a few raised voices and hushed commands. I closed my eyes and then opened them, meeting Zack's eyes and not letting him break the contact.

'Promise me,' I said quickly, and he shook his head.

'Brian no... I can't do that to you!'

'Promise me!!' I begged, and he sighed, nodding as he coughed over a sob.

'I promise.' I hugged him tighter and kissed his hair, hearing loud footsteps on the stairs.
'I love you so much, Zacky. So much.'

'I love you too,' he sobbed into my shoulder, before the bedroom door was kicked open.

'On your feet!' A raspy voice ordered, and I quickly (yet reluctantly) tore away from Zack, getting onto my feet and standing still while someone approached me. I felt my arms being grabbed and pulled behind my back, before the cuffs were snapped into place around my wrists.

I kept my head down as I was read my rights, and as I was being pushed out of the room I stole a glance back, where Zack was also being cuffed. Our eyes met and before I was shoved down the stairs, I saw him mouth 'I'm sorry.'