Black Combat Boots

Chapter Twenty-Six

I walk into the room. Victor told me that he needed to speak to me in his office.

The big office chair swivels around and I gasp, then glare at Zach.

"Hey," he smirks.

"No," I cross my arms.

"No what? I just said hey."

"What do you want?"

"Victor asked me to fix what's going on between us. So we're going to the grocery store."

"Why does he care?"

"He thinks we're a cute couple."

"That's sweet. Too bad we aren't a couple, nor were we ever one."

"C'mon, we should go before it gets dark."

I sigh and follow Zach to his car.

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Zach reads items off the list, I go to the aisle and find them as he pushes the cart behind me.

"Popcorn," Zach reads.

"That's on the list?" I ask.

"No, but we're having a movie marathon."

"Zach, what we 'had' didn't work out. It's over, move on." I say as we put the items on the conveyer belt.

He sighs, paying the cashier.

We go outside, packing the groceries into the car.

Zach grabs my arm as I make my way to the passenger's side door.

"What?" I ask.

"I know it seems like I have multiple personality disorder, but I've been confused."

"About?"

"Whether this will work or not. You and I have been through a lot."

"So did you figure it out?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Yes. I think that, we should go out."

"Is that your way of asking me out?"

"No. It's my way of asking if you will be my girlfriend."

I know I should say no, right? That'd make sense. That'd be smart. But before I could say no, I hear myself saying, "Yes."

He runs over, wrapping his arms around my waist. Hugging me, tightly.

"Let's go Go Karting," he pulls back and says.

"Okay," I smile.

'.'

I laugh at Zach's antics.

"Let's get home!" I smile.

"Yeah," he starts the car and we're off.

Along the ride we talk about everything and nothing. Laughing for most of it.

As a light we were stopped at turns green, we pull forward. But a black car on the left of us goes as well. Zach tries to get out of their way by slamming on the brakes, but the car doesn't stop.

I scream, trying to block out the noise that gave me nightmares for years. The squeaking, scratching, smashing metal. Time goes by slowly. Zach throws his arms around me, but I pull him into my seat. It was difficult. I got his torso over. But the car never stops.

Another car slams into my side. I scream, the noise gets louder as both cars continue to squish us.

Zach and I make eye contact, his head in my lap. I wrap my body over his head, keeping eye contact.

I will not lose another loved one to a car accident.

A tear slips onto his cheek, from mine. His eyes slowly close. I scream over the noise for him to stay awake.

When his eyes close, time stops. The noise goes quiet, the cars seem to stop. Though they don't. They continue pushing toward us.

Trying to squeeze out all of my happiness.

I sit in that seat, crying over Zach.

Time goes on, around us. People trying to help us get out of the car. But I stay there, holding on to Zach.

A paramedic helps me out of the car, as others place Zach on a gurney. They ask me questions, but I stare at Zach.

Realizing this was Helen's gang. They have to have the last word. They have to ruin all of my happiness. I cry, the world is going at the slow pace again.

Paramedics checked me, seeing I had just a couple bruised ribs and a gash on my arm.

I didn't feel the physical pain, just the emotional. The fact that I just saw Zach possibly die.

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Author's Note

I cried writing this....

OUT OF MY WRITERS BLOCK!!!!!!

Okay, byeeeeeeee

-A<3