Save Me

“Roxy, ROXY?! Wake up, its okay!” Zacky whispered.

“No, No! I won’t let you do this to me! Get your hands off me, you’re a monster!” I twisted, flinching wildly in the bed I was led in.

I couldn’t bear to open my eyes; I couldn’t prepare myself for what I was to see if I were to open them. But to my surprise, I was awoken by Zacky clasping his hands on my shoulders and shaking me gently.

“You’re sweating Rox, are you okay? It was just a nightmare; I dread to think what you could have possibly been dreaming about.” He comforted, stroking my shoulder gently with the soft touch of his right thumb.

“I’m mentally scarred, no matter where I am, no matter how far away I am, I just can’t terminate the visions and flashbacks that lurk deep in the back of my mind. Everywhere I go, he’s there, that monster.” I sobbed, into Zacky’s arms.

“I woke up to the sound of someone screaming, I thought somebody had been brutally murdered. As soon as I realised the bellowing noise was coming from the room you were in, I rushed here, as quick as I possibly could, to check up on you.” A lump of concern in his
throat limited his speech.

“I’m fine; it’s nothing new to me. It happens to me all the time Zacky; I can’t explain how much I appreciate your concern though. I think I just need a drink.” I assured him.

He walked me slowly downstairs, into the kitchen and sat me down at the same spot I had sat in only hours before, when the tall blonde had her moment. Zacky handed me a glass of cold milk, with Ice and perched on the chair beside me.

“Thank you.” I smiled, and took a refreshing sip.

He returned the smile and cupped his glass with both hands. He slid his phone out of his dressing gown pocket, and checked it. A concerned expression quickly spread across his face. His expression was daunting, so much so that my face turned to the same expression.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, looking at him.

He fiddled with the tiny buttons on the side of his phone before answering.

“Gena hasn’t called me, not even a text from her...” He failed to make eye contact and just stared at the keys on his phone.

“Is that the blonde haired girl that came in earlier?” I asked, my eyes focusing on nothing but Zacky.

“Yeah, I mean, it’s perfectly normal for her to go off on one like what you witnessed earlier. But for her to not call me, or even text me for that matter, is completely out of the ordinary. It’s not like I haven’t text her either. I sent her a text whilst you were engrossed in your conversation with Brian. I can’t help but worry, Roxy, I really can’t.” He said, his voice saddened as he completed each sentence.

“What do you mean worry? Has something happened before, if you don’t mind me asking?” I didn’t expect him to answer my question.

“About 3 months ago, Gena... cheated on me” I couldn’t help but feel the sorrow in his voice, it sank deep inside me. I felt so sorry for this poor guy. He’s such a generous, considerate person, who thinks of absolutely everyone before himself, and yet he gets treated like that?
I put my left arm around his shoulders and squeezed gently to signal my sorrow for him. He rested his head on my shoulder and let out a big sigh.

“When I found out, I told her that was it; I didn’t want to see her again. But I love her, and she’d break down and cry in front of me. She’d beg me to give her another chance, tell me that it ‘wasn’t what I thought’; I witnessed her sleeping with another guy, in our bed. She has me wrapped around her little finger I swear. She knows that if she goes out sleeping with whoever she wants and if I find out, all she has to do is break down in front of me and I’ll agree to give her another chance.” By now, he was pouring his heart, mind and soul out to me. I couldn’t help but feel a little anger boil inside my gut.

“I’m so sorry to hear that Zacky, I really am. That’s definitely something you don’t deserve to be put through. I must admit, I can’t help but feel angered by what she’s done to you. You ought to show her where to go; because that’s the kind of relationship you don’t want to have. I don’t want to dictate what you do with your love life, I’m only 16 at the end of the day, and what would I know about love? What would I know about relationships? But I know that what she’s doing is hurting you, slowly eating away at your insides, and you feel you can’t do anything about it. You need to do what makes you happy. Because I sure as hell know what it feels like to be worried sick about someone, day in, day out?” I stroked his head, and finished up my milk.

He turned his phone off and slipped it back into his pocket. His mood had seemed to have lightened in the split second and a smile crept across his face.

“Thank you Roxy, you’re such an easy person to talk to. I appreciate all your advice and I especially appreciate your time taken to listen to me. Now you ought to be getting to bed, its way past your bedtime!” He laughed.

I engulfed him in a heart-warming hug and wished him goodnight. I left him in the kitchen and trundled up the stairs to return to the room I had been occupying. I lifted up the covers and hopped into bed, I fidgeted around a little until I found a comfortable enough position to curl up into and fall asleep. Until the next psychologically terrifying nightmare occurs...