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Could This Be Out Of Line? To Say You're The Only One Breaking Me Down
By jenn-shmenn


I just first want to give a quick thank you to the reviewers. Granted, there aren't that many of you, but your input DOES mean a whole bunch to me! Keep `em coming! ;)


(Zakcy's P.O.V.)

I couldn't believe it. I had lost the two most important people in my life, at one time. I had no idea where to go or what to do. I drove around the city of L.A. for what felt like hours, thinking about everything that had happened. I don't think I've cried this much in years, since Jimmy passed away. This was easily the worst night of my life. I sighed, as tears silently fell down my cheeks, and sped down the freeway towards Huntington Beach. Before I knew it, I had pulled up to Brian's house, and had let myself in.

Who knows what time it was, but Brian was still up, watching some sort of late night comedy show. “H-Hello?!” He yelled, startled as he stood up quickly from his recliner.

“Hey.” I answered, in a defeated tone. I had brought a duffel bag, pillow and blanket with me and let them fall to the floor. I heard his footsteps from the other room, and I made no effort to pull myself together, my heart still in pieces.

I couldn't even lift my head up to see the expression on his face, but his voice said it all. I heard his footsteps abruptly stop as he stood in front of me, taking in the scene. “What happened?” He whispered.

“Gina found out.” I gave a half-hearted sniffle. “And then she called Jenn.” I looked up at Brian, “Can I stay here for tonight?”

“Dude, that's not even a question. Stay for a few nights, until everything is figured out.” He picked up my duffel bag and threw it on the couch. I slowly gathered the rest of my stuff and followed suit. Even walking felt impossible to do at this point. I had no energy, and all I wanted to do was go to sleep, wake up and hope that everything would be fine again.

“So what happened?” Brian had suddenly appeared, holding two beers, gesturing one towards me.

I slowly took it, and proceeded to tell him everything I could.


Countless beers later at the end of my story, all Brian could do was stare at me in disbelief. The beer had made me feel a little bit better, almost warm inside.

“You fucked up. You really fucked up.” Brian said, pointing his most recent beer bottle at me. “I told you this was going to happen.”

He did. I tried not thinking about it, but he did say this was going to happen. I sighed, “I don't know what to do, dude. I don't know how to fix this.” I took another swig of my beer before setting it down on the end table.

“Just give them each a couple of days. They'll calm down. Hopefully, at least; Women are fucking crazy.”

I downed the last of the beer in my bottle, and curled up on the couch. My eyes couldn't help but close, I had no idea how much I had to drink, and sleep was becoming inevitable. With my eyes half-open but my brain feeling like it was asleep, I watched Brian turn the T.V. off, throw a couple of blankets over me, turn the light off and head upstairs. With the sound of his bedroom door closing, my eyelids took the cue to close slowly, no matter how hard I tried to keep them open.


I had spent the next week at Brian's house, slowly trying to figure out what to do. I had gone back to my house one day, to find that Gina had packed her stuff and left. Even though I didn't want to be with her, it broke my heart to realize she was gone forever. I felt like such an asshole; I should have just broken it off with her way back.

`You made me a part of your mistake.' Jenn's voice echoed in my head. For the past nights, I laid in bed sleepless, constantly thinking back to that. She was right, after all; I had made her a part of my mistake. A mistake that I had chosen and executed all by myself. I sighed as I slowly got back in my car. I sat in the driver's seat for a few minutes, contemplating what to do now.

`Go to her house. Go see her.' A voice inside my head kept repeating. I had been trying to give her some space before I even tried talking to her again. But today, I acted upon my instincts and drove off towards her house.

I slowly pulled onto her street, looking for her car in the driveway. My brow furrowed a bit, realizing she wasn't home. I pulled into her spot, turned the car off and stepped out of the vehicle. I walked up to the front door, knocked and waited: Nothing. I twisted the doorknob, finding that the door was open. My breath caught in my lungs, fearing that something terrible had happened to her; it wasn't like Jenn to leave the door unlocked.

My heart sank into my stomach like a rock when I saw what lay behind the front door. An empty house; no furniture, rugs or knick-knacks. “She's gone…” Words escaped my lips in a whisper, barely audible. My knees gave way to the floor as this morning's breakfast threatened to come up and out of my stomach. My eyes instantly swelled with tears as I repeated myself like a parrot, “She's gone.”

(Jenn's P.O.V.)

I couldn't tell you how fast I got out of California. It was all a blur, I think I had all of my things packed or sold in less than a week. There really wasn't any turning back now; I had already made it halfway across the country.

I squinted my eyes and sighed, pushing my sunglasses up the bridge of my nose. Everything was falling back into place, but I couldn't help but think about Zacky. I can't believe I left him without an explanation or a warning. Guilt swelled up inside me as I quickly wiped tears away. I shifted into 5th gear and sped across I-80 as I turned the radio up, hoping to just forget everything that had happened. Of course, that would have to happen over some time, but for now I was going to pretend none of it occurred.

A few hours later I noticed the sun starting to set. I looked up hotels and motels on my GPS, and found one a few miles outside Des Moines. I had already driven for about a day straight, and I needed to crash. In a few minutes I had pulled off the highway, located the hotel and pulled into a parking spot. I turned the ignition off, my body finally being able to rest for a second. My shoulders drooped forward, my posture slowly deteriorating with each exhale as my brain started processing exactly what I was doing. Tears started streaming down my cheeks uncontrollably, blinding my view. My muscles couldn't move, all my brain was letting me do was sit in my car, mentally breaking down. I could have been there for an hour for all I knew. I slowly collected my wallet from my car, hooked my keys on my belt and stepped out of the car. It was obviously night-time now, the sky taking on a deep, dark purple color.

The moving doors to the hotel silently slid open as I wiped any remaining traces of makeup off my face. I blinked a few times in a row, trying to hold back the ever-constant flow of tears.

“How are you, tonight?!” The perky hostess greeted me with a bright grin.

“I'm fine, how are you?” I asked, giving her a half-hearted smile in return.

“Well I just happen to be fantastic! What can I help you with tonight?” Jesus Christ. I just wanted to slap her and all her peppiness.

I fumbled my wallet around my hands, “I need to rent a room for tonight.” I gave her a reassuring nod. “Wait… For tomorrow too, please.” Just in case I overslept or anything.

“Sure thing!” I watched the hostess type and click furiously away at the computer, eyes scanning each individual room they had open. “You're just in luck! We have a few single queen rooms left. Did you want one with a mini-bar or fridge?” Her eyes glanced up at me from behind the screen.

“No, I should be all set.” The last thing I wanted was to drive home with a terrible hangover and a high credit bill. I shuffled my feet from side to side, just waiting for my room key. I could feel myself growing anxious; all I wanted was to be wrapped up in a mountain of blankets right now.

“Here you are, miss!” The hostess practically yelled across the counter. “You have two room keys here, and don't lose them! That way you don't have to pay for the replacements! Have a wonderful stay!”

I quickly grabbed the keys off the counter and slid them into my back pocket. “Thanks!” I mumbled back, trying my best to sound cheerful. I went back outside to my car and grabbed two things from my front seat; an overnight bag full of clothes and other necessities, and Danzig in her carrier. I locked my car and glanced at the number on the room key: 304. I walked back inside, trying my best to avoid the hostess and slid over to the elevator. As I waited for the doors to open, my mind couldn't help but wander back to Zacky, again. The remorse I felt for my actions was almost overpowering; I ran away from my problems. Instead of dealing with them like the adult I thought I was, I ran like a coward, and pretty soon I was going to be hiding like one, too.

Like a zombie, I stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the third floor. My brain was on auto-pilot; opening doors, setting down bags, letting Danzig out and getting in the shower. Apparently I did all of these things, but I couldn't remember going through the actions. Before I knew it, my hair was damp and twisted up in a big hair clip, and I was dressed in a bra tank and booty shorts, nestled under the covers. My bangs had started curling and I tried to keep them out of my face as I stared at my phone.

`Just call him. You know you want to.' My heart was aching to hear his voice. But my brain wouldn't let my fingers dial his number. Those tears that had become my closest friend over the past few days were threatening to return. I sighed and sank deeper and lower into the bed. I closed my eyes, wishing for this to all go away. I just wanted everything to be normal again. Scratch that, I still wanted Zacky. Every part of me wanted him. I could feel it in my bones and in every fiber of my being.

I wiped the tears out of my eyes as I picked up my phone and dialed an ever familiar number. After a few rings, a sleepy female voice answered the line. “Hello?...”

“Hi Mom, it's me. It's Jenn.” My voice was cracking, fighting back all sorts of emotions: I hadn't talked to my parents in what felt like forever.

“Oh, sweetie! How are you?? We haven't heard from you in weeks!” I could hear a slight tone of sadness, but the sheer joy from the rest of her voice overpowered it.

“I know, I'm sorry about that. I was just super busy with work and stuff. But I was just calling to tell you something important.” I said, a small smile spreading across my lips. This was probably the first genuine smile I had encountered in the past three days.

“Well I just woke your father up, we're all ears!” She said cheerily.

“I'm coming back home.” There was a brief moment of silence as the gravity of my statement settled in.

“…R-Really?? You're coming back home?!” My mom could hardly hide the excitement in her voice.

“I really am. I'm in Iowa right now, staying at a hotel for the night.”

“Oh, I can't wait to tell the rest of the family!” My mother's slightly shrill voice echoed over the airwaves. I couldn't help but smile at this, my mom was such a family-oriented person.

“I should be home in a few days. I figured I might as well see some of the country before I settle back home.”

“Are you sure, sweetie?” My dad's voice was speaking to me now; he must have picked up a different receiver. “We can buy your plane ticket for you, you know.”

“I know, Daddy. But really, it's fine. I always wanted to do a cross-country road trip, anyways.” I smiled, trying to reassure myself. “Also I have some things being delivered to your house. I couldn't fit everything in my car and I couldn't possibly sell everything, either.”

“Not a problem at all, honey!” My mother shrieked through the phone. I stayed on the line with them for a few more minutes before hanging up. I needed to catch up on some sleep if I was going to try and make it home within the next two days.

I plugged my phone in and grabbed the TV remote off the end table. I switched the TV on and started flipping through channels before settling on Food Network. I wasn't really paying attention to whatever kind of food-based competition was airing; I just wanted some background noise so I didn't feel so alone. I pulled the comforter up to my jaw, and nuzzled the pillows, pretending that Zacky was here with me. I closed my eyes and started drifting off towards sleep, only thinking of who and what I've left behind, and the new book in my life that I was about to start. There was no doubt in my mind that eventually these stories would overlap, or at least get tangled up for a few chapters. At least I hoped they would.

I felt Danzig jump up on the bed and start nudging my hand. Seamlessly I lifted the covers to let her in. She curled up in the crook of my body, purring as she too, drifted off into dreamland. I smiled, my mind finally finding a bit of peace, and closed my eyes. Within a matter of seconds I was fast asleep, dreaming of him.


I'M SUCH A TERRIBLE PERSON. I'M SO SO SO SORRY I HAVEN'T POSTED ANYTHING IN LIKE A FREAKING MONTH. I got lost in the world of reality, ha! But really, I've just been super duper busy with work and just life in general. But pretty, pretty, pretty please, read and review! I hope I didn't disappoint with this chapter!!!



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