Calling All Skeletons | Closed.

Zacky grabbed the broom and the dustpan, beginning to clean up the smaller bits of glass. He picked up the base of the glass, raising an eyebrow when he saw some white residue on it. He ran his finger over it and smelled it, making a face. He stood up and threw the glass out, making sure there weren’t any tiny pieces laying around before he cleaned the table off. He put Celeste’s food in the fridge before going upstairs.

Celeste sat on the bed, the sheets all still crumpled up on the floor. She had her head in her hand, tired and extremely sore.

Zacky went into the master bedroom, sighing. “There was a broken glass in the floor with some white residue on it,” he said. “It smelled like drugs.”

"Someone drugged me," Celeste asked. "I don't even remember anyone else being here."

Zacky frowned. “Well it wasn’t Matt,” he mumbled. “Could it have been Brian?”

"He shouldn't even know where we live," Celeste mumbled.

“Maybe Matt told him,” Zacky said.

Celeste frowned, pulling her hair up into a messy bun, looking around the room for a hair tie. She stood up and grabbed one off her dresser and used it to put her hair in a messy bun, unaware she had a huge hickey on her neck that was now visible to Zack.

Zacky’s eyes widened slightly. “What the hell,” he hissed.

Celeste flinched when Zack hissed at her, extremely confused that he had. "What," she asked.

"Dad can we have some of the cake that's in the fridge," Cole asked. "Pretty please daddy," Serena begged.

Zacky’s brows furrowed. “No, not yet,” he said. If the same person that drugged Celeste brought the cake, he didn’t want it anywhere near their kids. “I have to look at it first, okay? Don’t touch it. Go downstairs, I need to talk to your mom.”

Cole and Serena walked downstairs, going into the living room and turned on cartoons.

Celeste looked at Zack, sniffling as she felt her head begin to pound more. "Everything hurts," she mumbled. "And everything is just blank."

“You have a hickey on your neck,” Zacky said.

Celeste stared at Zack, not believing what he said. She got up and looked her neck in the mirror, her eyes widening as she touched it. "I didn't," she whimpered. "I wouldn't."

Zacky frowned. “I know,” he said.

Celeste picked up the sheets she has crumple up on the ground earlier, her eyes wideneing when she saw blood on them. She felt extremely nauseous, rushing to the bathroom and began throwing up into the toilet bowl.

Zacky frowned and rushed after her, pulling her hair back.

Celeste dry heaved for a little while even after she had puked up everything she had her in her stomach, tears streaming down her face as she did. "I wouldn't," she whimpered. "I love you. I wouldn't."

“I believe you, Cel,” Zacky said. “It’s okay. Someone hurt you. We’ll find out who did it.”

Celeste flushed the toilet, slowly getting to her feet and brushed her teeth before everything started to set in. She rinsed her mouth and toothbrush, staring at her reflection for a few moments before she began to sob. Someone had drugged her and taken advantage of her.