Chapter 17: The Visit Part 4
We headed into the house where my grandparents were waiting for us to return. “Sorry we didn’t get back sooner, I...I had to stop at the cemetery to see her." I said.
“It’s okay sweetie, I understand. Your mom is a person you can’t ever live without.” Grandma said to me.
I nodded in agreement. Grandpa stood up and looked directly at Zach before speaking. “Let’s go, son, you’re back just in time to have that talk.”
Zach looked at me before leaving the room with my grandpa. I laughed for a bit. “Serves him right! He owes me anyway.” I said while laughing.
“Lena,” I heard my grandma say. I turned to look at her.
“Yes?” I asked confused.
“We need to talk.” She said in a serious tone.
“About what?” I asked her confused.
“About Zach.” She told me.
“What about him?” I said. “Lena, those bruises on your arms a fresh, like within the last day fresh. They don’t look like bruises that you get from falling, they look like ones when someone is torturing you, abusing you.”
I sat down next to her on the couch. I placed my phone on the table so it’s more comfortable to sit down. “Zach isn’t like Luke. Sure Zach is in with the bad boys at school, but that doesn’t make him a bad person on the inside.” I explained to her.
“That doesn’t mean he isn’t a bad person. For all you know he could be a serial killer and is trying to get close to you because it would be easier to get rid of you that way.” She said to me.
“But he didn’t do this to me. I did this to myself with being clumsy. That’s all.” I said trying to explain to her. I couldn’t let her know that her own son beats his own daughter. She was about to speak again but was cut off when Zach and my grandpa came back into the room with the shut of the door.
I looked up at them and noticed Zach was paler than normal, which caused me to laugh at him. “I warned you, but you didn’t listen to a thing I said,” I told him while laughing. He glared at me for it, but it was more of a playful glare than an I-hate-you glare.
“Shut up, princess." He said to me. I glared right back at him. “I know, I know I can’t call you that.” He said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes. Everything was silent until my phone began to ring. Who could be calling me?
I picked my phone up confused, maybe it was just Iza or Amy wondering where I am. I looked at the caller ID and my face paled, paler than Zach’s was when he came out of that talk with grandpa. It was my father. “Are you okay sweetie, you look a little pale?” I heard grandma say.
“Yeah,” I said in a whisper before pushing the talk button on my phone.
”Where the hell are you, girl!" I heard my father shout through the phone. I knew everyone’s eyes were on me, no one made a sound.
“Stormy Brook,” I said, choking back the tears wanting to fall down my face.
I heard something being thrown against the wall and it breaking. I shut my eyes as if I was the one receiving the pain not the wall.
”Why the hell are you in Stormy Brook and not a home?" He questioned, clearly pissed off.
I opened my eyes, everyone’s face showed concern and worry. Grandpa and Zach had moved in front of me and Grandma. A single tear escaped my eye before I spoke again. “B-Because I wanted to visit grandma, grandpa, and--”
He cut me off. ”You better not say your mother." He growled.
"You don’t deserve to see her, after all, you’re the one who got her killed!" More tears slipped down my cheeks.
“I-I’m sorry.” I stutter out.
”Is that boy Zach with you?" He asked in a still pissed tone.
“Why?” I asked him confused.
”Well, for starters his mother came over here asking where he was and if you or Mack had seen him and I told her no I haven’t seen him. I then realized that you were nowhere to be found in the house or at school. If he is with you and he knows something you better wish you were never born."
I wiped the tears from my face. “Y-Yes, s-sir.” I said to him.
”You better be home within the next few hours or I may just get your little boy toy involved in this mess you put yourself in. His mother is very pretty, and I don’t think you want anything bad to happen to her, do you?"
I shook my head before speaking. “N-No, s-sir. I-I’ll be b-back home t-tonight.” I told him.
”You better, or the boy’s mother may be in a lot of danger." and with that, he hung up the phone.
I dropped the phone and it hit the floor with a thud. “Lena?” I heard my grandma say from beside me.
“Uh, Zach and I have to leave a little early. Dad...is going on a business trip and he needs me home with Mack.” I said quickly making up a lie.
I know they wouldn’t believe me after the scene I just showed, but they had to let me get back. Grandma then pulled me into a hug, but before she let go she whispered in my ear. “Go before it’s too late.” When she pulled away I nodded my head.
I gave my grandpa a hug before we left. “Come visit us again soon sweetie,” Grandma told me.
“I will.” if I’m not dead by then. We both piled into the car before Zach took off down the road.
“Lena...what was that all about? Why did you lie to your grandparents?” He asked. I didn’t have any words left to say
. I finally found something to say. Before I could say it we stopped at the motel. “I have to check us out. You think of what you’re going to tell me. The truth Lena.” He said before heading into the motel.
I thought long and hard. I know he deserved the truth, but I can’t put him or his mother in danger because of me. They need to stay away from me, more rather I stay away from them. Everywhere I go, danger follows, whether it’s my father or my own doing, everyone I know and love gets hurt.
I didn’t hear him slip back into the car, but when he spoke, it made me jump. “Lena?”
I turned to look at him. “Yes,” I said to him. “The truth.” He says to me. I nod my head. I can’t tell him the whole truth, but some of it. He pulled back onto the road before I began to speak.
“Your mom is worried about you, she had gone to my father and asked if I or Mack knew where you were at and he told her no. My father didn’t even realize I was gone till she had come searching for you. He told me that I better be home within the next few hours or I’d be grounded for 3 months.” I said.
I know some of it’s a lie. Being grounded is just a simple lie, but it’s better than saying that he is going to beat me and may harm your mother in the process.
Zach tapped on the wheel as he drove through the night and the pouring rain above us. “Lena, that doesn’t explain why you were crying and stuttering while on the phone.” He pointed out. I really wish he didn’t point that out.
“I didn’t mean to cry or stutter, I was just scared of what he may do,” I said in a low whisper.
“What grounding you? That’s not scary Lena, everyone gets grounded every now and then.” He said.
He looked at me and noticed I was tried, which I was. I was tired of lying and pretending everything was alright. Nothing in my life is alright. “Go to sleep, you look exhausted. I’ll wake you up when we get to your house.” He said. Before I drifted off into the darkness I whispered to myself.
“I don’t want you to get hurt because of my stupid actions. I’d rather accept the pain than bring you into it.”
Little did I know, Zach heard the whole thing.
Little did I know.