A Little Piece of Heaven

Zacky's POV

We had been walking in silence for ten minutes now.

And I had absolutely no idea what to do.

Her silence was starting to freak me out.

The person that Cynthia was before would let something like this go.

She let Brian step all over her, do whatever the hell he wanted.

And he did just that.

But the Cynthia that I know now, is completely different.

Cynthia now, the stand - up - for - myself - kick - your - ass - in - a - heart - beat - pregnant - mom, wouldn't.

She's a fighter now.

She doesn't take shit from anyone anymore.

And she finally stands up for herself.

It shocked the fuck out of me when she didn't whip Brian and Michelle's ass all over the damn bus.

Her silence and calm attitude isn't sitting well with me.

Not at all.

I'd rather she yelled or screamed.

Anything but this silence.

I stopped walking and yanked Cynthia to a stop too.

"Cynthia, please. Do something." I pleaded, looking in her eyes.

All I saw was pain.

"What am I supposed to do Zacky?" She asked in that same calm voice.

I looked over at her, my eyes closing in sympathy.

"Anything. Anything but this. Get mad. Yell, scream. I'll do it with you." I said.

She just shook her head.

She started walking and pulled me along as she was still clutching on to my hand.

I sighed and walked next to her.

"Talk to me. Tell me what you are feeling." I asked gently.

"You know, after I found Brian and Michelle sleeping together. In my house, and in my bed, I beat the shit out of her." She said.

I looked at her and my eyes narrowed.

I didn't know that she had actually caught them in the act.

In her house.

In her fucking bed!

What the fuck!

"I ripped the sheets of our bed, I slashed the mattress to pieces. I broke the frame. I didn't want to sleep in that bed anymore. I burned the bedding." She said with a quiet laugh.

"But I can't do that now. I thought that was the lowest I'd ever feel. So low, not even the hurt could touch me. But this. Again. I don't think I can handle this Zacky." She said as a sob caught in her throat.

My breath caught in my throat too and I pulled her into my chest.

"I'm pregnant with his babies, Zacky. And he still does this to me." Cynthia cried.

I held her closely, supporting her weight.

"Fuck, Brian." I cursed.

She sobbed and sobbed for what felt like hours.

I had never felt so helpless in my life.

One of my best friends is hurting badly, and I don't even know how to comfort her.

All of a sudden she ripped herself out of my arms and threw up in a near by bush, her hands clenching tightly on to her stomach.

I didn't know what to do.

What the fuck do you do in a situation like this?

So I did the only thing I could do.

I held her hair and gently rubbed her back.

Glad that I could at least give her this comfort.

For now, anyways.