[Scars]

:: 07 ::

Zacky's POV

A month has passed and there's been no sign of Chris anywhere.

To say that I'm worried is the biggest understatement.

I haven't gotten any calls from Jake to bail Chris out.

I haven't gotten any calls from Grace down at the diner.

I haven't gotten any calls about Chris period.

I'm worried out of my fucking mind and it's literally making me sick not knowing where she is.

I wish I could take back everything I said.

I was so out of line.

And Chris was not ready to hear that.

I laid on the couch, trying to think of places she normally hung out.

But nothing was coming to mind.

I heard my front door open and I jumped up.

I sighed in frustration when I saw it was just the guys.

I sat down with a huff as they sat on the other couches.

"Nice to see you too asshole." Brian grumbled.

I glared at him, not saying a word.

"You need to stop worrying Zacky. I'm sure Chris is fine." Matt said.

"How the fuck can you tell me to stop worrying?! Chris is one of my best friends. If one of you went missing, would you tell me to stop worrying?" I exclaimed.

They all looked at me wide eyed, not ready for my outburst.

I took in deep breaths and closed my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose between my fingertips.

"I'm sorry. I'm just worried. I can't sleep. I get sick every time I eat. I just need to know that she's okay." I told them softly.

I could feel the weight of their sympathy, and instead of making me feel better, it made me angry.

"I don't fucking need your sympathy." I growled, looking around at all of them.

"We came over here to make sure you were okay. If you're gonna be a fucking douche, I'll leave." Brian growled at me.

I didn't object as he got up and slammed the door on his way out.

"What the fuck is wrong with you Zacky?" Jimmy asked.

"There's nothing wrong with me. What's wrong with you?" I shot back.

"At the moment, you." He said.

"Smartass." I mumbled.

"Zacky, I know you're worried. But that's no reason to take it out on us. We're just trying to help." Matt said.

"Yeah dude. We know you're hurting right now. So why don't you let us help you?" Johnny asked.

I sighed heavily and looked down at my hands.

"I fucked up you guys. Big time. And now she's gone. And I have no fucking idea where she's at. She could be in a fucking ditch somewhere, and no one would know." I said, my eyes starting to burn.

I coughed to clear the tears.

Even if they're my best friends, I'm not gonna cry in front of them.

I'm not a bitch.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a dick." I said to them.

Matt clapped me on the shoulder.

"We get it." He said.

I looked up at him in appreciation.

"But Brian doesn't." I grumbled.

"Yeah he does. And he's worried about you too. It was his idea to come over here." Jimmy said.

I looked up at him.

"Really?" I asked them.

Johnny nodded.

"Fuck. Guess I have an apology to make." I told them.

They all started to laugh and I grumbled as I got up.

I hate apologizing.

But I know when I'm wrong.

And I was definitely wrong.

I picked up my cell and dialed Brian's number.

He answered on the first ring and I stayed quiet for a second before I sighed deeply.

I opened my mouth to speak.

"You're forgiven." Brian said.

I grinned.

I love this guy.

"Thanks dude. You gonna come back?" I asked him.

"Duh. We have to find Chris." He said in a matter-of-fact voice.

I started to laugh.

I love these guys.

I don't know what I'd do without them.

Now I just need to find Chris, and everything would be okay.

:: I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut

My weakness is that I care too much

And our scars remind us that the past is real

I tear my heart open just to feel ::