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What Happened to You, Me, and Us?


Two hours of me packing, had gone by so slowly, that it felt like a different night. I still had the poison of anger surging through my body. If it wasn't for the legality of it all, I would of killed Matt. I made sure I had every last item of my belongings so I would never have to come back. The whole house was silent and Matt had not come out of the study for two hours, which infuriated me more. Fucking coward.

I packed my car, to the brim, with my belongings and sat in the driver's seat for 10 minutes. I can't believe I was about to bow out so peacefully. I breathed in deeply, yet impatiently. Before I knew it, I found myself walking up the stairs to the room Matt had locked himself up in.


I could hear him place, what sounded like, a liquor bottle down on the desk.

The door was old and frail. I kept shouting and the door stayed locked. Anger guided me. I started to kick the door as hard as I could, but it did not budge. Growing more and more angry, I reached for a small, granite statue, sitting in our hallway, and smashed the handle off the door. And there he was. Standing as if he were waiting for me. Eyes puffy from the tears. Wet nose and open mouth.

I rushed up to him and repeatedly smack him in the face until he finally backed away.

"You son of a fucking bitch." I was breathing aggressively, like someone who had just ran a marathon. "I will fucking ruin your life."

And then...I finally took my leave.

I sped away from the house, recklessly, and slammed on the breaks. Where was I to go from here? My heart was not broken but relieved and enraged.

I parked my car in the middle of the street and called Zack to see if he was home from the show. He was.

Speeding through streets and stop lights, I arrived at Zack's in no time. I didn't bother to knock. I ran in and dropped my purse on the floor to see Zack sitting on the couch, drunkingly playing guitar. His emerald green eyes, glossy from the alcohol, looked up at me blankly.

"How did you get here so fast?" He was so drunk and probably coming down from emotions at Jimmy's memorial show. He, then, gently, placed his guitar on its stand.

"I sped." I walked over and straddled him. I kissed him passionately. More passionate then ever. I began to tug on his pants to unzip them, when his hands lightly pulled mine away. I looked at him cluelessly.

"Don't you think we should talk about things? We've both had crazy days...."

"I don't want to talk. I just want you inside me again." I leaned over to kiss him again but he rejected by turning his face. He gently lifted me off of him to beside him.

"Um, okay. What in the actual fuck, Zack?"

He reached over to a bottle of whiskey and poured himself a shot.

"We need to talk."

I huffed and grabbed the bottle and took a swig from it.

"You just left my brother...."


"And...what happened, Lauren?"

I took another swig of whiskey. How was I going to tell him about Matt's affairs?

"Nothing good. These past weeks, you and I felt guilty over nothing."

He looked at me and widen his eyes for me to continue.

"Um, ever since I had gotten back together with him, he's been cheating. And cheating on me with people we both know, Zack." I rubbed my hand over my eye and looked up at him.

"Are you fucking serious!? Fuck. Fuck." He took his shot and rubbed his forehead as if he had a headache. "Who?"

"He wasn't in Italy on business....He was in Italy on vacation...with Leanna.."

Zack hiccuped and sighed.

"Motherfucker." He muttered under his breath.

"And that's not the worst part." My eyes began to swell with tears of anger. Maybe, I was a little hurt.

Zack grabbed my head and pulled me in for a quick hug, and then released.

"Did he hit you?"

I shook my head "no."

"He and Gena had been together the whole time since we got back together." The tears were rushing down my face. "He said they wanted to feel what you and I felt towards each other."

Zack had his fists balled so tight that they were turning blood red. He punched the coffee table twice and so hard that it made me tremble.

"He just can't let me have a single fucking thing. A single fucking thing. That he doesn't have to fucking ruin."

"You have me. And he's never fully had me."

Zack cut me a sharp, painful look.

"I told you I loved you twice tonight. You said nothing. I don't have you. No one does."

"Yes, you do." Infused with anger and lust, I straddled him again and slid his hand into my shorts.

He rejected my first kiss, once again. I took his right hand and placed it inside of my shirt, on top of my breasts. He just stared at me.

"I've always only wanted you."

He removed his hands and grabbed me and kissed me.

His warm tongue, tangled with mine as he carried me up the stairs to our bedroom. And with a deep gasp, clothes were off and he was deep inside me, moving in and out. My whole body tingled with sensation. I couldn't even moan. I just gasped for air.

"I love you." I whispered as I licked his ear.

He passionately made out with me and continued to thrust in and out, deeply. I screamed and gripped on to him. He was everything that Matt was not. He did everything that Matt could not.

I was fucked dumb and brainless. I had no thoughts. And then I felt the warmth of his cum inside me.

And for the rest of the night, we had sex. We never conversed, just moaned.


"Zack, wake up!" The morning light was peeking through the window as I was awoken by a loud bang on the door.

Zack began to rub his eyes. He looked up at me with a tired smile.

"I think someone is banging on the front door..."

"If it's important, they will call." His thick, tattooed arm reached across me and pulled me in for a kiss.

The bangs got louder and then a voice appeared.

Zack, open up! I know you don't care but I fucked up, man. We have to talk.