Born in prison, in love with a cliché.

𝚃 𝙷 𝙸 𝚁 𝚃 𝙴 𝙴 𝙽

When I get home to the apartment I'm a wreck mentally and physically.

As I open the door and walk inside, I see Zach sitting at the dining table. He's staring at two broken glasses.

No, wait. My two broken glasses. The ones I threw.

Zach looks up from his thoughts and looks me straight in the eyes. He stands up aggressively and walks towards me. As he towers over me I can hear him breathe heavily. He's mad.

He points back at the table. "What the hell happened to those glasses?" He asks, trying to keep his temper. I sigh and close the door. I brush past him and hang up my coat. I then finally turn back to him and throw my hands in the air. "I was having a breakdown. It happens." I say cynical and he rolls his eyes. "What are you? On your period?! I come home and there's glass everywhere!" He yells and I gape at him. On my period?! Is he kidding?!

"Well, I'm sorry! I didn't mean for you to find out!" I yell back and he shakes his head. "Then why the fuck didn't you clean up the mess you left?!" I look at him angrily. I close the distance between us and poke his chest. "Well, you don't get what it's like! You're not respectful and never think about anyone but yourself! I'm sorry I had a fucking mental breakdown and don't know how to deal with those okay?! And I'm also sorry that I don't have a fucking clue how to clean up glass!" I yell and shove him back. It doesn't affect him much though. It only makes him set one step back.

"I'm the one who only thinks about himself?" He asks calmly for reassurance and I just nod. He looks away from me and nods in disgust. "You don't know a single thing about me and you never asked either. You wanted us not to repeat stuff for your liking. And I'm the one that can only think about himself." He says and walks away into his room.

I let out a breath and look back at him. Then I look at the two broken glasses. I march up to them and throw them in the trash. Why did my dumbass not clean that up? I walk to the couch and fall back. How does he get on my nerves like that?

I've been sitting on the couch for the past hours staring outside the window. I don't know how to do research about jobs. I don't have a computer or anything. How am I supposed to do this? I sigh and rub my face when I hear Zach's bedroom door open. I glance at the clock and see it's 00:17.

I keep myself quiet as Zach walks out of the hallway and spots me. He's fully dressed and I give him a confused look. He ignores it and just walks out of the apartment. I stare at the door for a while. It's midnight, who in the right mind goes out this late on a Tuesday? I roll my eyes and decide to go to bed. It's late anyway and whatever Zach is doing he can handle. It's not his first time doing this.

The next morning I wake up to a loud sound. I jump up and look around. What the hell is that?! I glance at my phone and see that it's only six. My one day that I can sleep in and someone ruins it for me. I listen a little better and realize that it's someone banging on the door. Maybe it's Zach, maybe he lost his keys.

I grunt while I slowly get out of bed and waddle out of my room to the front door. I open it, ready to lecture Zach when I'm surprised. No Zach, but some other dude. He's wearing some ripped jeans and a black t-shirt with a big green jacket. He has a silver lip ring and his dark brown hair is wild. I give him an annoyed look.

"Do you know what time it is?" I ask him annoyed and the guy grins. I narrow my eyes as his eyes go up and down my body. God, it's like he's undressing me with his eyes. "Hey! My eyes are up here man." I snap and his eyes flicker up to mine. "I'm sorry, maybe I got the wrong apartment. I'm looking for a Z." He said, almost like a question but it was more like a statement. Z?

"I'm sorry, there's no Z here. Only a Davina and Zach." I grunt, ready to close the door but a foot jumps in front of it. "A Zach Bryne?" He asks, his tone all of a sudden deep and serious. It shoots a shiver down my spine, and not a good one. This man was a problem. I quickly kick his foot back and try to close the door again, but with full force, it swings open and the guy stumbles inside. My breath hitches and I walk back to the kitchen, looking for a knife or something else.