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city makes my body ache.
Zacky has 24 hours to convince Matt that Syn isn't abusing him... When we all know he is.
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How the fuck am I going to convince Matt that Syn isn't hurting me? When Matt's not fucking stupid, he knows too well what's going on. I whispered to myself.
I stood at the window, staring endlessly outside. It was a nice sunny day, and all you could hear was Shylo laughing so hard as she amused herself in the little playground Syn, Johnny and I had built for her. I felt Syns arms wrapping around my waist.
"I'm sorry." He whispered with his lips lightly pressed up against the back of my neck. I sighed. This shit happened way too often. A beating, a threat, and an apology that would be taken back a few hours later. "Sometimes I just get angry, and I don't know, I don't know how to control my anger when my mind is in that state."
"Maybe you should consider therapy.. Or anger management sessions?" I replied softly. I didn't want to turn around, after being whacked in the face, the last thing I want to see is his face, with his eyes staring straight into mine.
"I've honestly considered it. I just.. I don't feel those kind of 'sessions' are for me." He replied. So fucking selfish. I couldn't hold in. I spun around.
"Not right for you!?" I yelled. "Not for you!? Syn! You hurt me more than twice a fucking day! I am scared for Shylo! I know you've never hurt her before, but that's not to say you never fucking will! Jesus fucking christ Syn, how can you be so blind!?"
"My best piece of advice to you right now is keep your fucking voice down." He took a step back.
"Syn I love you so much but seriously, if this abuse doesn't stop, then the marriage will stop." I walked past him, he grabbed my arm tight enough to leave a bruise.
"You can fucking leave me if you want to, but if you ever think theres a slight chance you're taking Shylo, forget it." He growled. "I had the temptation to punch you directly center in the face when you said there's a possibility I'd ever hurt her!"
"Well if you'd hurt me then why wouldn't you hurt her?"
"She's not fucking useless like you are!" He stormed outside. "You still have to convince Matt I'm not hurting you."
I sighed. Another argument lost. I walked over to the couch and sat down.
Trying to think of ways to convince Matt there's no such thing as abuse in this household, and I wasn't succeeding.
I picked up the phone and called Matt.
"Hey man, it's me, Zacky." I spoke.
"Oh hey, how's it going?" He replied.
"It's alright, I'm actually... Confused and in a bit of trouble." I couldn't believe I was going to tell him the truth.
I could hear him take a deep breath. "Yeah?"
I thought about it for a second. Looking at Shylo, there's no way I'm risking losing her. "The note you gave Syn.. It's not true." I gulped.
"Zacky. Admit it. He's hurting you. Johnny, Jimmy and I all know it."
"It's not true!"
"Explain."
"Explain what?"
"The bruises you always have on you."
"Dude... I have a little kid that I play with all the time in her playground.. I'm always falling down the stairs! After all, it WAS made for a toddler!"
"So while you're landing on your wrist to make a hand shaped bruise, you cut your lip and have a black eye?"
There was no convincing him. "Kind of."
"What do you mean 'Kind of'?"
"Well, I have played in the playground more than once you know, the bruises come at different times."
"So why isn't Shylo covered in bruises?"
He caught me. "Matt, I'm not being abused." I hung up.
Syn was leaning in the doorway, smiling. God I hated him sometimes.
I stood at the window, staring endlessly outside. It was a nice sunny day, and all you could hear was Shylo laughing so hard as she amused herself in the little playground Syn, Johnny and I had built for her. I felt Syns arms wrapping around my waist.
"I'm sorry." He whispered with his lips lightly pressed up against the back of my neck. I sighed. This shit happened way too often. A beating, a threat, and an apology that would be taken back a few hours later. "Sometimes I just get angry, and I don't know, I don't know how to control my anger when my mind is in that state."
"Maybe you should consider therapy.. Or anger management sessions?" I replied softly. I didn't want to turn around, after being whacked in the face, the last thing I want to see is his face, with his eyes staring straight into mine.
"I've honestly considered it. I just.. I don't feel those kind of 'sessions' are for me." He replied. So fucking selfish. I couldn't hold in. I spun around.
"Not right for you!?" I yelled. "Not for you!? Syn! You hurt me more than twice a fucking day! I am scared for Shylo! I know you've never hurt her before, but that's not to say you never fucking will! Jesus fucking christ Syn, how can you be so blind!?"
"My best piece of advice to you right now is keep your fucking voice down." He took a step back.
"Syn I love you so much but seriously, if this abuse doesn't stop, then the marriage will stop." I walked past him, he grabbed my arm tight enough to leave a bruise.
"You can fucking leave me if you want to, but if you ever think theres a slight chance you're taking Shylo, forget it." He growled. "I had the temptation to punch you directly center in the face when you said there's a possibility I'd ever hurt her!"
"Well if you'd hurt me then why wouldn't you hurt her?"
"She's not fucking useless like you are!" He stormed outside. "You still have to convince Matt I'm not hurting you."
I sighed. Another argument lost. I walked over to the couch and sat down.
Trying to think of ways to convince Matt there's no such thing as abuse in this household, and I wasn't succeeding.
I picked up the phone and called Matt.
"Hey man, it's me, Zacky." I spoke.
"Oh hey, how's it going?" He replied.
"It's alright, I'm actually... Confused and in a bit of trouble." I couldn't believe I was going to tell him the truth.
I could hear him take a deep breath. "Yeah?"
I thought about it for a second. Looking at Shylo, there's no way I'm risking losing her. "The note you gave Syn.. It's not true." I gulped.
"Zacky. Admit it. He's hurting you. Johnny, Jimmy and I all know it."
"It's not true!"
"Explain."
"Explain what?"
"The bruises you always have on you."
"Dude... I have a little kid that I play with all the time in her playground.. I'm always falling down the stairs! After all, it WAS made for a toddler!"
"So while you're landing on your wrist to make a hand shaped bruise, you cut your lip and have a black eye?"
There was no convincing him. "Kind of."
"What do you mean 'Kind of'?"
"Well, I have played in the playground more than once you know, the bruises come at different times."
"So why isn't Shylo covered in bruises?"
He caught me. "Matt, I'm not being abused." I hung up.
Syn was leaning in the doorway, smiling. God I hated him sometimes.
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