Love Struck *{Bucky x Oc}*

🧟‍♀️Zombieland-Part 2🧟‍♂️

I walked out of the area with the police, only to
see a familiar person standing before me, not
looking pleased.
"Bucky...I..."
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I was cut off by him pulling me into a hug. "You

had me worried sick!" He said. "I'm sorry, I

didn't know you cared." I apologized. "Of

course I do I...", paused and sighed, "well let's

get you home." He said leading me to his

vehicle. I slowly closed climbed into the truck,

sick to my stomach about returning home.

Maybe they didn't tell him...

"Please don't tell my dad." I begged Bucky.

"Oh I'm telling your dad! Kassie what the heck

were you doing in Zombieland?!"Bucky asked.

"I was with Addison, making sure she was

okay". I answered. "Kassie your a great friend,

and I find that very admirable, but what you

did back there was dangerous!" Bucky said. I

would be lying if I said I didn't blush after

Bucky stated that. However I couldn't thrust

any dignity I had left out the window so I

turned away from Bucky's glances. His right

hand rested on the console, as he left hand

controlled the steering wheel. I slowly but

surely placed my hand on top of his. Out of

shock he turned his head towards mine, "I'm

sorry". I apologized again. He half smiled- I bet

for the first time- before responding. "It's okay

I forgive you."

:::

"Thanks for taking me home Bucky." I smiled

climbing out of the van.

'Even though I'm about to walk into my death'.

"Anytime Kass-kass" He smirked as I growled.

"Alright if you're going to call me that I'm

going to have to give you one!" I said. "I'm all

ears." Bucky smirked. "Hmmm" I said rubbing

my chin. "Oh I know! BUCK!" I said. Bucky

groaned, "Fine! Only if I get to cal you Kass-

kass!" He said pointing a finger at me. "Deal".

I said. I shut the door to the van and

approached my house as Bucky drove off.

'Maybe he's asleep' I hoped. I quietly opened

the door and passed the dining room and about

to cross the kitchen when I heard a light flicker

on. "Where have you been?!" My father said

drunkenly, holding a bottle of some kind of

alcohol bottle. "W-with m-my f-friend A-

Addison...." I said scared. "Where at". My

father spat bitterly. "....Zombieland....." I finally

answered looking at the ground. Even while

checking out the marble floor tile I could feel

my dad's anger radiating off him, and I knew

he was about to loose it. All the sudden I felt a

sharp pain in my head, sending me to the floor

with shards of glass as well. My head throbbed

as something warm and sticky trickled down

the side of my face, blood. But my punishment

didn't stop there. My father then started

kicking me, yelling insulting comments about

me. With every kick, a new discomfort followed

like a wave crashing down on my body and

soul. After what had seemed forever my father

left me in the floor to once again to pick up the

broken pieces of me. Only this time I had no

strength I could only lay in the floor and groan,

and pray for a change.