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“I’ll be fine,” I told them but there was no way I was even remotely close to being in the mood for socializing.
“I’ll take you to the hospital,” Ashton said. “You should get your nose looked at anyway. It could be broken.”
“God, I can’t believe he elbowed you in the face.” Gigi shook her head.
“I know.” As much as I was pissed at Zach for accusing me of having sex with Ashton, add to the fact that he almost fucked Clara, I wasn’t mad that he elbowed me. Yeah, it hurt, but it was my own fault for stepping in when I shouldn’t have.
“You sure you’re good if we head out?” Piper asked. “We can stay.”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I went back to the bathroom and checked myself out in the mirror. “I don’t want to go to the hospital.”
“We should go so they can make sure you’re fine,” Ashton insisted. “And I don’t need your father kicking my ass for not bringing his daughter to the hospital.”
“Fine.” I threw the towel in the laundry hamper. “My dad is going to have a field day with this one.”
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(Zach)
Once Luna kicked me out of her room, I didn’t know where else to go. I knew my dad had finally come home from the hospital, much to the doctor’s dismay of course. I wanted to give my parents time alone but right now, I needed my dad.
When I stepped into the house, all was quiet. They usually didn’t go to bed early.
Closing the door silently behind me, I locked it up tight and kicked off my shoes before unbuttoning the top three buttons of my dress shirt.
“Zach?” Dad came around the corner. “I wasn’t expecting you home.”
“I know,” I mumbled. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.” His brows narrowed. “What’s wrong?”
“Can we talk?” I asked, feeling like a little boy again.
He nodded. “Of course. Does this call for a drink?”
I grunted. “I wish.”
“You’re in luck.” He went into the kitchen and came back a moment later with a bottle of liquor and two tumblers.
“You have alcohol?” My parents weren’t drinkers. “Since when?”
“Since a client gave this to me as a present a few months ago.” He shrugged. “Let’s go to my office.”
I followed him. “Where’s mom?”
“She’s sleeping. My heart attack stressed her out.” He muttered a curse as we walked by their bedroom door. “I’ll never forgive myself for causing her that kind of pain.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I reminded him.
“Well…” He didn’t continue until we stepped into his office and he shut the door. “Truth is, I’ve been feeling off. Stressed maybe. And it’s nothing big that I’ve been stressed about either. Your typical shit which is even more frustrating.”
I sat on the leather couch by the far wall, crossing my ankle over the opposite knee. “You didn’t know about the defect?”
“Nope.” He sighed. “That’s frustrating too.”
“I get it. It’s like the older you get, the more stressed you become.”
Dad grunted. He poured some of the amber liquid into the tumblers and handed me a glass before sitting down beside me. “Now, tell me what happened.”
