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The mornings were the worst.
Before he came to his senses, before he remembered what had happened and what he had done...That short period of time in the mornings were what reminded Matt of how Zacky used to be before Brian.
It never lasted more than a few minutes.
The mornings were the worst because those few minutes give Matt hope that maybe Zacky could actually get better. The mornings were the worst because Zacky woke up with a stretch and a smile every time he saw Matt there, and Matt was there a lot. The mornings were the worst because that stretch and that smile made Matt forget.
Matt forgot, sometimes, how messed up Zacky was because of what happened. He never forgot for too long, though, because Zacky cried and thrashed and screamed in his sleep more often than not and Matt shook him and screamed right back at him because he couldn’t wake him up. After a while he just held him and tried to keep him still until the writhing stopped, and it usually did. Usually. Zac
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“What?” Matt looked at him, awestruck. Zacky continued to stare at the phone in his hand, not quite believing the conversation he just had was real. They were both silent for a few moments. “Zacky, that’s not possible.” Matt finally said, shaking his head.
“Why not, Matt?” Zacky answered, coming across a bit more heated than he intended. “I mean, I guess it makes sense. We were at the house last night and he wasn’t there. Where else would he be?” It was hard to believe that just a few hours before, he was at Brian’s house, being dragged by his hair, being threatened with a gun, and being cut into with a knife. So much had happened since then and it was only the next morning.
“Well, even if that’s where he is, there’s no way in hell you’re going.” Matt said simply. He crossed his large arms over his chest and leaned against the door frame. Zacky blinked at him.
“Why not?” Matt sco