Zack's POV
I figure the only way I can have this conversation tonight is if I get totally shitfaced. You know what, my logic may seem weird, but I honestly don't give a fuck. Gracie may think she's gonna be all happy with Alex or whatever, but she's got another thing coming.

Suddenly my phone buzzes. I drop the beer bottle, too drunk to care what happens to it.

Graciegirl: Hey Zack, you on your way over.

Me: Sure. I'll be there soon.

I send off the text and chug another beer quick before grabbing my car keys and heading over to Gracie's, just a few streets over. I jog up the steps and just walk in, knowing her mom's never home and her dad's dead. But honestly, in my state, I would have barged in regardless.

I hear a small yelp as Gracie stands up in the living room, looking frightened. I guess I slammed the door too hard. Oh well, too fucking bad for her.

"Zack?"

"Yep." I replied and plopped down on her couch.

"So what is it? I know something's wrong, don't play stupid with me."

You said it, sweetheart. "Well, Gracie. To be honest, you're my fucking problem."

She looks heartbroken. Good. "What the hell do you mean Zack? Did I do something to hurt you?"

I grab her wrists and she starts to get scared. I can see it in her eyes. "Just listen, you dumb whore. You're mine. All mine. You can't just go slutting around with Alex. You belong to me."

Her eyes widen. "What the fuck, Zack? I'm pretty sure you're the one who rejected me. You have no say in who I date, and you sure as hell don't own me." She spits out, trying to get out of my grasp unsuccesfully. Her attempts make me laugh. Please, I'm built like a fucking brick wall.

"Oh really? 'Cause I say you're mine, and it doesn't look like you can do much to stop it." I laugh in her face before leaning over her and kissing her, hard. I know she hasn't had her first kiss before. I'm taking that too.

She jerks away from me, before slapping me across the face. It doesn't hurt, from her tiny baby hands. And she's not trying to hurt me, not that she could if she wanted to. But it's enough to really piss me off/

"Zack, are you drunk?" She yells at me.

Her pointing it out just makes me angrier. I finally lose and get off of her, pulling her to her feet before backhanding her so hard she flies back against the wall.

"I'm leaving, you stupid bitch. Just stay the hell away from Alex if you know what's good for you. You're mine."

"Zack, no." Her voice is pleading. "Don't drive. You're drunk, it's not safe."

"Please, like you give a damn. Besides I'll be fine." I jog out of the house, leaving her bleeding against the wall. I hear her footsteps follow me faintly, too slowly. I pull away from her house, anger and alcohol clouding my mind. My window's down, and I can still hear her screaming after me.

"Zack, no!"

"Please, I'm so sorry!"

"Zacky, don't do this."

"LOOK OUT."

And that's when the impact hits.

Notes

Uhm yeah. So that just happened.
INTENSITY.
Don't worry, there is cuteness to come :) I'm just in a sad mood right now. So it might not be the best writing for a bit. I apologize, but I've got a lot of real life shit to deal with for a bit.
Thanks always to anyone who reads, but especially gamble with desire.
She's amazing, people. Truly.