You checked your phone for the time, again. Zion was supposed to be back at 10 p.m. it's 3 a.m.
Worried, you text Brandon.
The texts:
Y/N-Brandon are you with Zion?
Y/N-Hello?
Y/N please answer! I'm worried!
Y/N Brandon!!
Brandon- hey Y/N whats wrong?
Brandon-Zion? No he was taking an Uber back to your place like at 9 or something
Brandon-wait. Is he not there?
Y/N-No! He's not here!
Y/N-What if he's hurt?
Y/N-Brandon please come over, we have to find him.
Brandon-okay.
You turn your phone off and set it aside. Your worry grows, all these thoughts of what could be happening to Zion are swirling through your head. You run outside, of course it's raining.
You walk about the block for a bit, soaked. Suddenly you see somebody in Zions car. You think maybe he decided to ditch the Uber and drive home? You smile. He has to be okay.
You run over to Zions car, looking in for Zion. But finding more.
Zion is on top of a girl. Muffled moans and grunts can be heard from inside the car. Suddenly your face is running with tears.
The girl Zion is on top of spots you and screams, pointing at you in fear.
Zion turns back confused and right when he sees you his face drops. He struggles to put his pants back on in the car. You start sobbing.
You run back into the house, Brandon is sitting on the couch.
He looks up at you worried, "Jesus Y/N! You scared the shit out of me! The door was wide ope— you're soaking wet.."
You fall on your knees, still crying your heart out.
Brandon kneels down to your level. He wraps his coat around you and sits you on the couch.
Brandon looks you in the eyes, worried. "What happened? Why were you out in the r-"
"Y/N! I swear it's not what you think." Zion runs into the house saying.
You look up at him, choking back tears, "fuck You Zion Kuwonu."
"Fuck. You."
