Save Me From My Nightmare

‘Alone at last,’ Zacky smirked. I turned around slowly at the sound of a voice behind me, seeing Zacky stood with a bottle of Jack in one hand and some tequila in the other. A grin played at the edges of my lips at seeing those two alcohol bottles, the thought of getting totally wasted for the next few hours sounded better than I thought it would. Zacky handed the bottles over to me, smirking as he scooped me up into a bridal position and carried me through to the living room as I shrieked and laughed. The bottles clinked and clanked loudly as I was dropped gently onto my feet in the garden, watching Zacky wander back into the house to get more booze, no doubt.

‘Are you trying to get me drunk, Mr Vengeance?’ I giggled after downing a good couple of gulps of tequila. Zacky merely grinned, showing off a couple of bottles of Smirnoff and two more bottles of tequila and Jack Daniels. Laughing to myself, I took another swig of tequila and sat cross legged on the grass under the fading sunshine. The warmth of his body lying beside mine made me smile up at the sky, as if to thank whoever was up there for giving me this one night where we were alone. Taking another swig of alcohol, I sighed gently and lifted one leg so that it was bent into the air.

Zacky turned onto his side and looked at me for a moment, as if to memorize the scene for safe keeping when I’d left once more. Quietly, almost cautiously, he asked how life was being engaged to the man I insisted would be good for me. My stomach began to twist. I needed to think up a damned good lie to cover the bruises and scars if he ever saw them, and pretend that we were happy. ‘Uh, yeah. It’s awesome. Mom’s happy to see she has the chance of getting grandkids,’ I said. At least only part of it was a lie. Mom really was happy to see that I was engaged when I went to see her the first day back on Californian soil.

‘Bullshit,’ Zacky muttered with a sour chuckle, taking another deep gulp of his drink. I looked over at him with scared eyes; watching those jitters and jumps in the glaze of his blue irises that pierced my hardened shell like laser guns. ‘When was the last time he bought you flowers, or blew off work to be with you for the night?’ Our first date and never… only when he wants to beat the fuck outta me. I fell silent, debating on whether to say what I’d thought. Deciding it was a really bad idea; I shrugged and took another lasting gulp in an attempt to drown everything out. If Iain was allowed to get wasted every night for the rest of his fucking life, then so was I. Only I have a better excuse to do so than him.

‘Well… if we were engaged; I’d buy you flowers every day – lilies, your favourite, and roses on Fridays. And every day I would treat you like a princess. I would never make you do the housework, we’d have a maid. And a thousand kids coz of my awesome loving,’ Zacky said the last part in a weird voice like the weird nerdy kid from Superbad. I spluttered a loud laugh, almost chocking on the tequila sliding down my throat. ‘Other than that, you and Holly will be the most spoilt girls on the planet. I’ll make sure of it.’ His grin was infectious, only making me smile back at him as the alcohol began to make my head spin in endless circles.

‘Too bad about the “thousand kids” thing - I can’t have kids,’ I muttered sourly, downing the last of the tequila and frowning at seeing that it was now empty. Zacky stared at me open mouthed, obviously more sober than I was. ‘The quacks said that there’s a one % chance that I’ll ever have my own kids. Tragic, ain’t it!’ I laughed at my own sob story, tossing the empty bottle to my side as Zacky just lay there on his side staring at me. Raising an eyebrow at him, I asked what the fuck he was gawking at me for with a slurred tone of voice which caused him to come back down to reality with a thump.

‘Wow, I learn something new about you every time I see you.’ Zacky turned back onto his back again and stared up at the sky. I grabbed the bottle of Jack, clinking it against Zacky’s cheekily before taking a gulp. He didn’t understand how wasted I wanted to get. I wanted to be so drunk I couldn’t remember my own name. ‘Why would you wanna have that Scottish prick’s kids anyway? They might turn out ginger with huge bushy beards and eyebrows.’ Laughing hysterically, I sat up so I wouldn’t choke on the whisky as Zacky kept the straightest of faces. ‘And the conceiving wouldn’t be that much fun either. Och, Keels, I’m gonna… and it’s only two minutes into foreplay.’

The impersonation of Iain made us both fall into fits of hysterical giggles, leaving us breathless laying flat on the lawn. The image in my head only made me laugh harder. Trying to calm myself down, I took another cautious sip of the alcohol and sat cross legged under the cloak of night that now draped down on us. ‘So… how should the conceiving of my child happen?’ I asked curiously, taking another drink as I looked over at Zacky who had a stupid smirk on his face. Gulping down a good half a bottle of Jack, he wiped his chin with the side of his hand and pushed me down on the ground so that he was sat pertly on my hips, grinning down on me like a child that just got given a huge lollipop the size of China.

‘Something like this,’ Zacky murmured, bending down to press his lips sloppily on mine. Thoughts whirled and buzzed in my head, spinning around in circles like a washing machine as the collision of our lips left me breathless. His hands rested on the sides of my stomach, thumbs pressing into the bruised flesh and causing me to whimper from pain but he didn’t seem to notice – my voice was lost within the passionate embrace of lips and tongues. ‘Wait, drunk sex is always better in the pool!’ Zacky sang loudly, causing me to laugh as he stripped to his boxers and ran into the icy looking water with a huge splash. ‘Come on, I can’t exactly demonstrate conception on my own!’ I laughed loudly, biting my lip for a moment.

My engagement ring fell with a soft brush against my clothing followed by a loud splash…