It's currently after midnight and I'm waiting for Zion to get home. He said he'd be home by seven, so I thought I'd make his favorite meal, for when he gets home but he never showed up.
What could he possibly be doing that he's 5 hours late for dinner?
My thoughts were cut off by a door slamming, and Zion with messed up clothes and bloodshot eyes comes waltzing into the living room.
"Where were you Z, I've been waiting for you to come home for dinner for 5 hours" I asked worried.
"Just shut up Y/N. I can't believe I'm dating such a brat," he slurred.
Great he's drunk this won't end well.
"You think I'm clingy , I'm just worried because my boyfriend showed up for dinner 5 hours late, and didn't even bother to text me or call me. I guess worrying is a bad thing now. I was scared something happened to you. Well I guess worrying is a bad thing now. I'm sorry for worrying and caring for my boyfriend. I'm sorry I'm concerned about your safety. I made your favorite meal to come home to! And I didn't burn the house down I tried so hard and this is what I get!? Then you finally come home drunk out of your mind and your saying THAT IM THE BAD GUY FOR BEING SO CLINGY!? IF ID BE AS CLINGY AS YOU MADE ME OUT TO BE ID BE BY YOU ALL THE TIME! IF ANYTHING YOUR THE BAD GUY ZION" I screamed as tears fled from my eyes.
He walked straight towards me, and when he stopped in the light, I saw two dark purple spots on his neck and lipstick on the corner of his mouth.
"What the hell are those" I asked dangerously in a calm tone.
"So now your cheating on me!" I chuckled "I should've known. You never loved me. You used me. And when I didn't feel like giving you what you wanted. So you found a replacement. Who did you sleep with this time? Was it that slut Laure-"
I was cut off by a stinging pain on my cheek, being hit with so much force it knocked me to the ground. I looked back up to see a testy eyed Zion, holding my cheek. It didn't seem like he cared tho because he started talking.
"Lauren isn't a slut! If anything you are! You are always flirting with Brandon. You always flirt with guys when we are in public. Who knows what your doing behind my back," he exclaims.
At this point I can't listen to him anymore. The pain in my cheek is overwhelming, and the words he's said has hurt me more than anything. I just can't believe he just hit me. I walked into our room, slammed the door then locked it. I grabbed a suitcase, and started packing my clothes.
"Y/N, babe, please open the door" Zion said from outside the door.
"Why do you can slap me again, so you can go on about how I am a slut and too clingy" I stated with sarcasm.
I heard him sigh and footsteps leaving the door. After I finished packing, I went to the bathroom to look at my cheek. What I saw was enough to bring tears to my eyes.
I walked downstairs and toward the door to leave. Zion was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands small sobs escaping his mouth.
"Y/N please don't leave me" he pleaded with guilt in his voice.
I took my hand off my cheek to show him what he did to me. He started crying more, and was begging me to forgive him, and I just couldn't.
"Sorry Zion, but I can't stay I'm leaving"
"No please! I'll do anything! Just don't leave me. I didn't mean any of it! I was drunk. I didn't even know what I was saying until I said it. Just don't leave me," he cried sitting in his knees and hugging my waist. I pushed him off.
"Zion you can say you didn't mean it. You know what they say 'A drunk mans words are a sobers man thoughts' I'm leaving. End of discussion" I told him sternly "We are done. Over. I'll be by to pick up my stuff sometime this week."
I walked out the door, hearing Shawn's sobs get louder. I don't know where I'm going, but it's away from here, though I can't help myself:
Did I do the right thing
Zions POV
Oh god, what have I done?
