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

Slow hands

"Heee-Kiara? Baby? What happened to you? For fucks sake," Zach started his sentence cherpily but then spotted how bad I actually was. It didn't take him more than a couple of seconds to get out of his car and support my weight.

"I want to go... Somewhere. Far away," Were the words I whispered before my green eyes met my favourite eyes in the world. Zach cautiously sat me in his car and plumped in the driver's seat, furrowing his brows.

"Who did this to you baby girl?" He said after a couple of minutes. I slowly looked at him, recognising his pissed off tone that after years of handling Luke seemed like a purring to me.

"Can we talk about it later?" I sighed and Zach opened to his mouth to say something. "Please?" I begged and he really did keep quiet for the rest of out ride.

Entering once mine and Zach's flat after over two years was definitely weird. First thing I spotted was Fiona sleeping on the sofa like a princess and even though I knew I should have been angry at Zach for leaving her alone I just couldn't do it right now. After all, he was my hero.

Next thing I realised was that the apartment nearly looked the same as when I had left it. It seemed to me like Jade simply wasn't interested in interior design and I knew Zach just didn't care about the flat's state.

"May I take a shower, please?" I looked at my ex husband, who was standing close to me with a worried look in his eyes. One would expect I would be afraid of men now and technically I should be but Zach was just too innocent to ever harm me. I knew I couldn't be wrong with him the way I was with Luke.

"The right question is if you can!" He exclaimed and gently grabbed my hand. His warm hands were so much different from Luke's and a tiny voice in my head started whispering I missed Zach more than I was willing to admit. "But of course Kiara, of course you may," He continued and gently pulled me towards bathroom.

"Thanks... For your hospitality and for picking me up," I felt tears forming in my eyes right after I closed the door behind myself, hearing Zach saying he had no problem with me staying until Monday at least.

Seeing myself in the mirror made me cry even more as I stripped out of my clothes and turned the ice cold water on. I knew warm water would make my wounds ache even more and right now I just wasn't sure whether I was able to handle even more pain. All my muscles were twitching as I entered the shower so I decided it would be the best to sit down.

Letting the cold water wash beer and my blood away my tears slowly faded yet my mind was racing like crazy. I had approximately two and a half days to sort a new place to live, get a new job and decide how to cut contacts with Luke. I wasn't sure about anything but my decision about being done with him. I loathed him. I knew I could ask my friends for help, stay at their places but they all seemed to be happy together with their partners and I would start bothering him sooner or later. And I had no money to pay a rent in Los Angeles.

Maybe I could go back home and admit my mom how wrong I was about taking Luke into my life. How stupid I was for listening to her. That would be the safest choice - I would no longer be in Los Angeles what would mean Luke wouldn't be able to find me this easily. On the other hand this would hurt my ego the most since I'd just have to listen to my mum's smart sayings all days long.

Subconsciously I grabbed one of the shower gels and I immediately recognised the smell Zach's been using for the past 10 years. This exact smell was one I loved on him and my brain seemed to have a very strong connection to it. Unfortunately my wounds didn't like anything to be rubbed in them and I let out a loud scream when the foam got into them.

"Kiara!" Zach appeared out of nowhere only to stop after one step. His right arm jumped up to his mouth to cover them in shock and I spotted he grabbed the washing machine in order not to fall. "What the actual fuck?"

I couldn't even reply to him, not even hide myself. I was just sitting in his shower sitting and by that revealing my whole body to him. His blueish eyes were scanning my bruises and wounds, making him furrow even harder.

"Fuck," He whispered and then took a couple of steps closer just as if he wanted to make sure it wasn't all just him imagining stuff. His pale, hairy hand stuck out and touched my thigh so I winced in pain. "I didn't want to hu-," He began saying, his voice shakey and his eyes teary.

"I know Zach. It's okay, I'm just a bit sore," I quickly replied and grabbed his hand so he wouldn't touch me anymore. I wasn't uncomfortable with his touch at all yet right now it was causing me a lot of pain. 

Before I even realised our fingers were intertwined and Zach was in the shower with me, sitting on the floor, not being bothered by the water.

"Ki, baby girl... I don't want to put any pressure on you but this is obviously not just a bit sore," He emphasized the last three words, making me sigh lightly. "Please, tell me who did this to you. Why did they do it to you?" 

It wasn't just the fact that he was the first person to notice my aching that made me break down. It was also the thought of us together again, of Fiona being his daughter, being touched by his hands again, the fact that we should never have gotten divorced and simply that I still loved him. And so I told him everything - from my physical and sexual abuse to Fiona.