Zacky's POV
I packed Cassie's things—Cassie was my girlfriend—was, because I told her everything about Mary, and I doubt she would want to still be with me—she had been my girlfriend for about two years now, I knew that it was stupid of me to have fallen for Mary, but it just came unexpected. I thought that Mary was just some mall cop; I wanted to get out of there so I decided to say what I did, and I didn’t expect this to come from it. I had fallen for Mary; I wasn’t going to deny it. At the park Brian had gotten pissed off at me that I was asking Mary out and yet still dating Cassie.
I looked over at her seeing her still cleaning herself up of all the blood.
Mary had scared the living shit out of Cassie; she wanted to know what the fuck that was about, I told her, she wanted to leave me, so I let her.
Who was I to blame her? I lied to her when I didn't love her anymore. I probably should have left her a long time ago; I lied to her whenever I told her ‘I love you’. I didn’t know why, she was a beautiful and amazing woman, but not like Mary. Mary wanted to know everything about me like I wanted to know everything about her. But I lied to her, I had hurt her so badly. I knew that there wa no chance in Hell of Mary ever forgiving me for this, why would she? I wouldn't even forgive me.
I finished packing Cassie's things, I walked outside and put her things into the trunk of the Taxi. I turn back and walk up to the house, Cassie walking passed me and into the Taxi, I didn’t bother looking back at her, I just wanted her to leave. I opened the door and shut it behind me. I sighed and walked upstairs.
I entered my bedroom and let myself fall onto the mattress. I stared at the white ceiling; I couldn't get my mind off of Mary, even if my girlfriend had just left me, she was all that I could see, all that I wanted to see. I loved Mary, I wasn't afraid to admit it, and I was even able to say it to her, it was something I wasn't able to do so easily, or something I could say and actually mean it. I wasn't scared of this, not like yesterday, when I told Mary that I liked her. I loved her with her brown hair, the way that she easily talks to anyone who starts the conversation. The way she is always trying to make people happy—she reminded me a bit of Jimmy because of that—and I just lost her. I destroyed all the love and joy that I felt with her that I'll never find again because I know that nothing compares to her, no one else is like Mary.
I was going to need help if I was going to try and get her back. I didn't want to give up on Mary, even if she doesn't want to talk to me, I'll keep trying…no matter what.
I took my phone from my pocket and dialed a number that I knew by heart, Brian's phone number. I told him to come over right now that I really needed to talk to him. Minutes later Brian was knocking at my front door, and he and I were sitting in the living room on the couch, me explaining everything to him.
"I told you that something would go wrong, you never fucking listen!" Brian sighed rubbing the back of his neck, "why did you keep Cassie?" Brian asked me, yelling as he was as disappointed as Mary was. The look that she gave me when she left, I knew words were useless, her eyes were so expressive that it hurt more than a knife to my heart.
Brian's POV
I sat by Zacky's side sighing. I told him, time after time, 'just break up with Cassie if you aren't happy!'. I watched him fall for Mary, and now I'm watching her being torn away from him. I looked down at my hands, how was I supposed to fix this when I didn't even know how? I felt like I was letting Zacky down.
Maybe I should talk to Brook, ask her for some help. I only pray that she would.
"Have you tried talking to her?" I asked lifting up my head, I looked at Zacky who just stared down at his hands, lost. "You know, going over to her apartment personally speaking to her?" He simply shakes his head No.
"I know that she probably told Brook," he shrugged, "and you know Brook, she's probably ready to hunt me down!" He shouted. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, I did know Brook, very well, Brook would hunt Zacky down and I was more than sure she wouldn't just kick his ass, she'd probably kill him.
"I'll take care of Brook," I said with a faint smile. "You can talk to Mary." He nods, the both of us stand up, and we made our way outside and to my car. He got into the passenger seat while I get into the drivers. I could tell that Zacky was more than upset about this, he really did like Mary, I haven't seen him as happy as he was with Mary, and I never saw him as sad as he is now.
Mary brought him back to life, and now that she was gone...I just couldn't stand seeing him this way. I turn on the car and then pull out of the driveway, the drive to the girls' apartment was silent. Not one word was spoken, but that said everything. Once there, I parked in the parking lot, I was the first to get out heading up the stairs.
I give a knock on the door glancing back to see Zacky staring at the ground. He was standing right behind me as Brook opens the door. "Hey, what are you doing here?" she asked.
"Hey Brook," I paused taking a deep breath afraid of how she was going to react. "I know you're going to be pissed off at me," she became confused as I continued. "Zacky really misses Mary, please Brook, I am begging you, please let them talk to each other and work things out?" She looked past me at Zacky.
"I don't want him anywhere near her!" she shouted, "Brian, he hurt her, and I am not going to let him do it again!"
"Brook, I didn't mean for her to—"
"No, you don't get to talk!" She shouted at Zacky cutting him off. "You hurt her, even if you didn't mean to. You are pathetic, and I can't believe you asked me this, Brian." she huffed, her eyes held such pain causing my heart to ache.
"Brook, please just let them speak to each other!" I begged, "You see how he is, don't you? He's fucking hurting because of this!" I shouted. "Brook please, please just let him talk to her, maybe they can work this out?"
"Brian, you have got to be kidding me," she huffed. "I don't want him--"
"Zacky?" I heard Mary's voice say from behind Brook, I looked past Brook to see Mary standing there, she looked horrible. I'm guessing that this thing wasn't easy on her just like it was on Zacky, I mean, it hadn't even been that long since it had happened; just a few hours, Zacky and I just sat at the house drinking beers and talking.
"Please Brook," I said again, hoping that maybe she would let him talk to her, but I knew now that asking this of her meant that I was also going to have to make it up to her.
Mary's POV
I laid in bed staring at the wall, all of the emotions I was feeling felt as if they were drowning me; pain, love, sadness—it was going to tear me apart. The look that girl gave me after I had hurt her played through my mind, over and over again like a movie.
I wasn't proud of what I did to her; I felt so bad for hurting her, but I couldn't fix things between her and I. Things happened, and I knew that I couldn't change anything that had happened, not even if I tried. She was the truth that Zacky was too good for me, between the two of us, she was more beautiful—just more everything than I ever would be.
'Zacky was too good for me'. Those words replayed over, and over again in my head as I closed my eyes. I couldn't sleep nor eat, I didn't want to. I just simply didn't feel like living anymore. Zacky made me so happy and then BAM! Exploded like a bomb in my life crashing everything that I had built up and tore it all apart. But I had to live, Brook was the only one who was keeping me breathing and drinking water. Other than that I surely be dead by now.
The sound of people shouting brought me out of my mind, it was Brook and Brian arguing on something, I didn't even know he was here. I sloppily got out of bed, my head was hurting bad, probably because of everything that I was thinking about. I couldn't believe that it only took a few hours for my life to pass from super happy to almost nothing. My heart was pounding heavily in my chest as I took hold of the handle in weak hands. Weak from all the tears I've cried. I was scared of what I might find on the other side of the door, but something inside of me was screaming to open this shit up. I silently turn the handle and took every step as silent as possible. I wasn't really listening to what they were arguing for except when I heard the name "Zacky" I felt myself wanted to throw up, not wanting to feel all that pain rushed threw me again. I didn't want any of this! Tears were ready again to fall from my tired and red eyes.
I came out of my hiding place, the hallway and stood there, all I could manage to say was, "Zacky?" His name was burning my tongue, I didn't want to see him or talk to him ever again. Brian pleaded Brook again for the hundredth time, Brook turn to me. Her eyes were telling, 'I'll kill that bastard if you want me to'. I looked at Brian, his brown mocha eyes were pleading me to accord a little talk to Zacky. I didn't even bother to look at Zacky because my vision became all blurry again before I turn away and walk back into my room again without another word.
I closed the door feeling all the anger build up inside of me again. I just pressed my eyes closed and forced the tears to stay inside. I was tired of crying, tired of being angry,tired of feeling so lifeless and destroyed, all of this because of a man who lied to me. I had to move on, or just keep living with this pain that was making my heart bleed from every open wound he made with his lies. All the 'I like you', all the compliments and the laughs we shared and that fucking kiss that I regret. I should of ran away. I should forget, but I think I'll never succeed at this.
Brook's POV
"Brian, don't you see that she is hurt and that she doesn't want to see him?" I shouted glaring up at him, I was more than ready to drop his sorry ass.
"And how can you not see that he is hurting just as much as she is!" Brian shouted back at me. I could feel my blood boil inside of me, getting more and more angry at him by the minute. He knew how much Mary meant to me and yet he didn't seem to care about that part of the problem.
"You aren't going to enter my apartment—not now and not ever again." I shouted slamming the door in his face, but I wanted to do more than that, I felt like ripping the door off and just beating both him and Zacky with it.
"Then we won't be leaving!" Brian announced on the other side of the door, I groan and roll my eyes. Why did he have to be so stubborn? It pissed me off, but at the same time I loved that about him, how he didn't give up so easily. My heart ached for him, I hated being mad at him, but I wanted to stand up for my friend.
I rubbed my temple and sighed. Was this really happening? I sat down on the couch, my mind was spinning fast trying to solve the problem. I heard Mary's bedroom door open and she came in the living room. "Are they gone?" She asked me in a little voice—God, she was broken.
"No, they said that they were going to stay," I informed her. She sat beside me, I could see that she was weak, drain from all the emotions.
"Let them in, Brian is just being a good friend and I don't want him to stay outside," her voice was a bit shaky when she spoke. "Brian didn't do anything wrong." I sighed, I know that she'll only be even more hurt at the end.
"Are you sure?" She nodded and when back into her room.
I stood up and made my way to the front door, I opened it not making eye contact with Brian, "Come in," I said, doing this was none of my pleasure but if Mary wanted this, I'll do anything to make her happy.
Zacky and Brian both make their way inside and sit down on the couch, "Thank you," Brian said.
"Don't thank me, thank Mary, she didn't want you to stay outside because you are a good friend." Then they started to whisper things to each other, I roll my eyes and made my way down the hallway to Mary's room. I opened the door, seeing Mary sitting on the edge of her bed, her knees closed to her body, she was looking into the nothing. I sat down by her side, seeing her this sad was making me even more angry about the boys being here.
"Are you okay?" I asked her, looking at every facial expression that could betray her.
"I'm fine," she shrugged, liar. I know that she was lying when she said she was fine but I just hope I find a solution and that she find her real smile back again.
Zacky's POV
We were in the girls' living room. I was tired of this, tired of how stupid I was, tired of breaking every relationship that was working. I was a living mess. But I wanted Mary to be happy with me, if that was even possible. But I just kept hoping that she'll forgive the miserable me. I didn't deserve her, I know that. She is just perfect and I'm just a mess. But I knew that if I let her go that I would regret it for the rest of my life. If I let her go with another man I would probably end up hurting him, even if she was over me, but if the next guy makes her happy—no, I can't give up! I screamed in my mind, giving up will probably be the worst thing I will ever do.
She is the one that I've always been looking for, now I had broken everything we had, everything we could have, and it was now my job to make it all up to her. If it had to take all my money, all my time then I'll do it! I would do anything and everything for her.
I stand up and look around their apartment, I stare at all the little things around as I soon found myself in the kitchen. I don't think I've ever really looked around this place before. I simply shrug and look around the kitchen. I lean back against a counter and sigh, thinking about all of the things Mary would tell me about herself, I missed that. I began to become thirsty, I grabbed a cup from a shelve and turned around when I spotted a spider. Mary was terrorfied of them.
I used my cup to kill it, hearing the black spider crunch under the cup made me make a disgusted face at both the cup and the counter. Well, I wasn't thirsty anymore. I see from the corner of my eye a figure, I turn my head to see Mary standing there staring at the counter, I was about to speak till she handed me a cloth then left.
Brian's POV
I leaned back against the couch, I glanced over at Zacky who was making his way back into the living room, he sat down on the couch next to me and sighs, I crossed my arms over my chest. There has to be something that I could do, I might as well as help Zacky out get his girl since mine wouldn't even look at me. It was like I didn't exist in her world anymore. There had to be a way that I could get Mary and Zacky back together but Mary wouldn't say a word to him, she didn't want to be anywhere near Zacky. "I think I have an idea," I said, almost whispered, Zacky rested his elbows on his knees and looked at me.
"Do you remember last year's Halloween party?" I questioned, he nodded, "You and I both dressed up and wore masks, you couldn't tell who was who, could you?" Zacky lifted up his head finally realizing what I was getting at. "I know that Brook and Mary wouldn't come to a costume party if you or I ask, but if maybe Matt, Johnny or Jimmy ask, they just might."
"Yeah but how can I hide...this!" he asked pointing to his tattoos and piercings.
"Wear long sleeves and just take them out!" I shrugged, Zacky rolls his eyes and rests his back against the couch. I turned slightly to face him. "Try to disguise yourself, you'll be wearing a mask, she won't be able to tell that it's you! So you'll get away with it pretty easily," I say, "Don't talk about the usual you do, try to disguise your voice. You'll be able to talk to her, and get to tell her you're sorry."
"But what if she finds out?" he questioned.
"I'll make sure that you don't!" I chuckleed, "It'll be a...masquerade party. It'll be fun!"
"That is if she doesn't find out," he sighed.
"Zacky, she won't!"
"I just really don't want to lose her Bri," Zacky said, his voice becoming a bit raspy. "I know that we haven't exactly known the girls for that long but..." he paused, I could see tears slowly beginning to run down Zacky's eyes. "I really like her man, and I don't want to lose her!"
"I know, I know," I said trying to comfort him. "Come on Zacky, you aren't going to lose her I promise." I've never seen Zacky cry over a girl before, usually he'd go drinking but that was it. Never has he cried. I rubbed his back as he begins to cry on my shoulder. I could feel my heart breaking, this was the last thing I wanted, for him to cry.
Brook's POV
My heart was breaking, I didn't realize how much Zacky really cared for Mary. I had came in only half way into the conversation but I already knew what I needed to know; I made my way to Mary's room sighing, I opened the door seeing her laying in her bed. What was I supposed to say? "Mary..." I said sighing, was I really going to do this? "I...I think you should give Zacky a chance," she looked up at me in disbelief. "I know I said the things that I said, but he's really hurting."
"And I'm not?" she questioned.
"I'm not saying that-" I paused and take a breath. "I didn't realize how much Zacky likedyou...give him a chance, this last one, please?" I begged her.
"I don't know Brook..."
"Mary, I wouldn't let you do this if I knew you would end up getting hurt." I said smiling at her, she shrugged and a smile formed on her lips.