Something Takes a Part of Me | Closed.

Zacky glared at her. He bit his tongue and stood up, walking out of the kitchen.

Annabelle walked into their bathroom, taking a shower and decided to go out after.

Zacky couldn't believe how ungrateful she'd been, not to mention the fact that she brought up his ex. He sighed heavily and shook his head, making a decision. He walked upstairs and into his room, watching Annabelle. "Where are you going?" he asked.

"I'm going out," Annabelle stated. "If all you want to do is argue with someone today you can argue with one of your dogs."

"I wasn't the one arguing," Zacky said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You're the one in denial."

Annabelle rolled her eyes. "Fuck you Zack," she snapped. She finished getting dressed and started packing an overnight bag. If Zack was gonna be this way she was going to spend the night at her cousin's.

"Fuck me?" Zacky questioned, shaking his head. "Fuck you. You can fucking leave and never come back." He stormed out of the room, shaking his head.

"And this is why I need to keep my job," she shouted. "So when you kick me out I can find a place to live." Annabelle grabbed her huge duffle bag and started shoving the rest of her clothes and shoes into it.

"You wouldn't have to worry about that if you worked with me!" Zacky yelled.

"Thats a bullshot ultimatum and you know it," she hissed. "Work for me or find a new place to live. Go fuck yourself!"

"Fuck yourself!" Zacky yelled.

Annabelle flipped Zack off, grabbing her bags and headed towards the front door. "I'll be back for the rest of my stuff tomorrow." She walked out front, shoving her bags into her backseat and drove off.

Zacky rolled his eyes and plopped down, rubbing his face.

Annabelle was at Johnny's bar drinking with son of her friends. She hadn't seen Zack in two weeks and she had been avoiding calls from the girls and even the few she got from Matt and Brian.

Zacky walked into Johnny's after a long night of working at the studio with the guys, sighing softly as he sat at the bar, ordering a beer.

Annabelle's body tensed as her drunk friend screamed for Zack to come sit with them.

Zacky flinched slightly, recognizing that voice anywhere. He bit his lip and pretended to ignore her, as if he hadn't heard her over the music.

Violet, Annabell's friend grabbed her hand and pulled her over to Zack. "Hey Zack where have you been? We haven't seen you in forever?"

Zacky squeezed his eyes shut, forced a smile onto his face and turned to look at Violet. "I've been busy," he ground out.

Annabelle pulled away from Violet's grasp and began chewing on her lip nervously. "Violet go back to the table now," she ordered. Violet rolled her eyes but did as she was asked.

"I'm sorry about her drunk ass," the redhead mumbled. "I'll make sure they leave you alone tonight."