Zoey's pov
No matter how hard I tried, I could not fall back asleep. I couldn't. Calum had no problem sleeping though. Beside ny nightmare, still replaying in my head, Calum was snoring loudly.
After about an hour of it, I give and untangle myself from his arms. I climb out of my bed, then stretch before grabbing my phone and leaving my room. I walk past Luke's room and see him sprawled out on his bed, limbs hanging off of the sides, fast asleep.
I stifle my laugh, then quietly walk down the stairs.
I make my way to the kitchen and grab a bottle of soda and the bag of Reece's cups. Then I leave the kitchen and walk towards the boys' game room.
"What the hell are you doing up?" Michael mumbles, sleepily shuffling across the floor towards me. He plop down on the couch beside me, resting his head on my shoulder.
"Playing video games. I've been on a winning streak since two thirty," I answer, quickly shoving another Kit Kat into my mouth.
"In the morning?" Mikey exclaims, shocked.
"Yeah. Why do you sound so shocked?" I mutter, focusing on my race.
"Because only unhuman things get up at two thirty!" He yells.
I shrug, "I couldn't sleep."
"Why not?"
I hesitate, "Calum was snoring really loudly." Michael gives me a questioning look, but doesn't pressure me.
I grab a handful of M&Ms, yes I had a ton of candy beside me now, and eat that. I internally cheer as I get a red shell and nail the first place person. I pass in front of them and cross the finish line, winning first place for myself. Again.
"Good job Zoey!" Michael exclaims, raising his hand up. I automatically flinch. Hurt flashes in his eyes. I shake it off, then high five him, pretending like nothing happened. I wasn't fooling Michael though.
"Zoey," he says sternly, "Why did you flinch when I raised my hand?"
"I- I don't know what you're talking about," I lie, messing with my lip ring.
"Did you think that I was going to hit you?" He whispers, clearly hurt.
"No. Well, maybe. I'm sorry Michael. I know that you'd never do that though," I try to assure him.
"Why did you think that I was going to hit you?" He asks. I look away from him.
"What happened when you were at that house?" Mikey questions, pulling me back onto his lap.
I put my face in his chest and shake my head no, "Trust me, Mikey. You really don't want to know."
"Did they," he pauses, "touch you?"
I nod slowly, "They hit me sometimes."
Michael's grip on me tightens, "The filthy bastards."
I sniffle, "Michael, please don't tell the other boys."
"What? Why not?" He asks, confused.
"I don't want pity. And I don't want people always worrying about me. I'm fine. Trust me," I assure him.
Michael nods after a few minutes, "Fine."
"Thank you so much!" I exclaim, hugging him.
"No problem. Now pass me that controller. It's time for me to put an end to your winning streak," Mikey says, grinning. I laugh and start the race.
