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Z • Argument - Part two • K

The house was empty when I awoke, padding into the kitchen, face aching from a night of hysterical crying.

I felt empty. And stupid.

This was all my fault, I should've just listened to him instead of flipping out as I had.

There was a note on the kitchen table and I hastily poured myself a much needed glass of water before dropping on a chair and pulling the small piece of paper closer to me.

Gone to Zion's moms. Ring us if you need anything - your Boys xx

Of course. That must've been where Zion went last night. I sighed out of my nose, eyes welling with tears as the events of the previous night came flooding back to me.

I glanced down at my arm, to the ring of darkening bruises encircling it.

I deserved it. I deserved so much more.

Biting the inside of my lip, I padded to the sink to refill my glass, downing the contents before checking the time.

11:34 am.

I noticed that my duffle bag was still in the hallway by the door as I trudged into the room that Zion and I had been sharing for the past few months.

I stalked over and ripped it open, grabbing my toothbrush before chucking it back to the floor. I wouldn't unpack it just yet.

Walking into our room, I saw my phone on the bedside table and reached for it. There were my usual notifications: messages and snapchats from friends, new followers on Instagram, missed calls from my extremely overprotective mother.

Nothing from Zion. Sinking down onto the bed, I threw my phone onto the floor, allowing my emotions to catch up with me and crying into my hands for the best part of half an hour.

And yet, crying would do no good. Crying wouldn't take back all I had said and done last night.

No, crying wouldn't make it better.

Grabbing my toothbrush, I walked to the bathroom, groaning when I beheld my unfortunate state in the mirror.

Face blotchy and swollen, eyes dull and lips cracked, I ran the cold water tap and splashed my face with it more times than necessary. Then, I took my toothbrush, scrubbing at my teeth for at least ten minutes, stopping only when I heard the door click open and the sound subdued voices chattering amongst each other.

I put down my toothbrush, taking my hairbrush and running it hastily through my hair, the knots pulling and catching. Then I listened.

The voices were in the kitchen now.

I could make out Brandon and Austin talking together, Nick occasionally interrupting to say his part. That was Edwin telling them to shut up and make me lunch bitches, I'm hungry as fuck.

Was Zion with them? I strained my ears but hey had all gone silent. And then, "y/n? Are you home?"

"Oh, yeh I'm in the bathroom." I shouted back, stumbling for the door and hurrying down the hall to the kitchen.

"Hi." I greeted them a little breathlessly, hugging them all briefly in greeting. All four of them. Zion wasn't here.

I paused.

"Where is he?" I hadn't of thought that I wanted to see him, but his absence in the kitchen made my heart weaken slightly.

"He's at his moms." Edwin replied, busying himself in the fridge.

"He-" I cleared my throat, approaching tears beginning to thickening my voice.

"He didn't come back with you?"