Valentine’s day is what brings couples together. They celebrate how much they love each other. When Valentine’s day rolled around on Angel Terrace Drive, it couldn’t of come at a worse time.
Zac and I had just gotten into the worst fight in the history of fights among people I know. With me and Zac both having really bad tempers, you can tell where this would go.
I walked into the house February 13th, sometime around 6 p.m. I had gone grocery shopping, leaving Zac alone at the house for a few hours. I put the groceries on the counter and walked into the living room.
Zac was there, making out with that Heather slut that brought him home the other day when he got into that fight. I did the only rational thing I could do.
I screamed.
Heather got off Zac, and they noticed me at the same time. I gave her the look of death, so she grabbed her coat and ran out of the house. Zac had an innocent look on his face, but I saw right through it.
"Don’t even give me that shit, Zac. What the hell were you doing with her?"
"Nothing."
"Sure, making out with her is considered nothing. What made you do that? Did I do something wrong? Did I not give you enough attention? What possessed you to do that?" He said nothing. "Come on, Zac. Tell me so I can fix it!"
"I don’t know. I guess I just kinda got…"
"Who said you could start talking?" I yelled.
"What the hell am I supposed to do? Sit here like a dork and listen to you screaming at me? If I don’t recall I think you were making out with Bryan the other day."
"That wasn’t making out! I kissed him."
"And I kissed Heather."
"Wha…I don’t think so. You weren’t just kissing her, I swear if I hadn’t come home when I did you’d probably be fucking her."
"Whatever."
"Zac! I hate it when you do that. Lately you’ve just been getting on my nerves, I needed a break from you, that’s why I went to the store alone. A few hours, that’s all I needed. It’s not like I went out and screwed some guy."
"I didn’t screw her!"
"You came close! I think I saw her shirt unbuttoned."
"You think, you can’t rely on thinking things," he started. I took a breath.
"Well was it?"
"Yeah, but that’s different."
"How is it different Zac?" I yelled. "How can me thinking something and then you admitting it to me being different? Don’t even pull that shit with me."
"Well maybe if you didn’t just throw yourself at Bryan right in front of me I wouldn’t of felt like I had to do this."
"I did not throw myself at Bryan." This was all too much. The asshole had been making out with someone and now is blaming me for doing something I didn’t do.
"Oh yeah, you were just all over him yesterday for no apparent reason."
"Yeah!" He got up and almost slapped me, I could tell he was going to.
"You don’t understand anything anymore, Ginger. You just don’t get it. I gave up my whole entire life for you and all you feel like doing is making me upset. Well if you got your head out of your ass and stopped being little miss self-centered bitch maybe you could come back into the real world and realize things aren’t the way you want them to be," Zac screamed, and then ran out the door.
That asshole.
Well now it’s Valentine’s day, 4 p.m., and Zac hasn’t come home yet. I hadn’t seen or heard from him. I’d been staying at home near the phone, hoping for a call, or anything but nothing.
I felt really bad. I had been throwing myself at Bryan, but it was for attention. Zac hadn’t really been paying attention to me, so I needed some, and that was the only way I could think of it.
I had cried my eyes out after he left, not being able to think straight. I wondered where he went. The flash of him and that slut making out made me cry even harder. I even had thought that he went out to find her and probably spent the night with her.
Then the thought of him getting hurt in a rage and all that flashed through my mind and made me worry even more.
The doorbell rang, and made me come out of my wallowing. I walked over, wiping my eyes. I knew that if he ever did come back, I wouldn’t be able to forgive him, though.
I opened the door, and there was Zac. He handed me a bouquet of tulips. I gave him a hug, silently crying. "Can you forgive me?" he asked. I pulled away and gave him back his tulips.
"No," I weakly said, and closed the door.
Zac opened the door, and followed me, putting the tulips down. "Come on, Ginger. You gotta forgive me, it’s Valentine’s day! I love you and I’m really sorry."
I turned around, tears falling out of my eyes. "If you loved me the way you say you do then you wouldn’t of done this in the first place. I wouldn’t be mad at you, we’d be sitting here having a nice Valentine’s Day but you went ahead and did all this. Get out of my house."
I started pushing him to the door. "No, Ginger! Please, I need you. Where am I gonna go?"
"Go home, Zac."
I continued to push him towards the door, but it was really hard because he didn’t want to go. "What about all my stuff?"
"I’ll ship it to you."
"You don’t have my address," he said, still trying to resist me.
"Then you can by new stuff. I’m sure you probably can fit into Taylor’s clothes." I opened the front door and pushed him out. I quickly shut the door and locked it before he could get back in.
Of course, Zac has a key to the house, so he unlocked it and walked back in. "Zachary Walker Hanson get out of my house before I call the police and make sure they get you home!" I yelled at him. It then hit him that I didn’t want him in there anymore, so he started walking out on his own.
"I’m going to change the locks soon that key won’t work anymore," I told him.
"I love you Ginger," he said to me.
"And I love you but you don’t seem to understand why I can’t forgive you." He walked out of the door, and closed it gently behind him. I sank to the floor, crying.