Exactly one week after Zac woke up from his coma, they released him from the hospital. It was an amazing feeling to have him in the house with me. First, it was empty because he was in Oklahoma filming, and then of course, it was empty while he was in the hospital. Since I moved in to be with him more, he hadn't really been there at all. I found it extreamly ironic, but he was home now, and would be for a while. The movie he was filming went into post production, where it would remain until Zac felt up to filming again. Obviously, everyone wanted him to stay home and rest for a while, but he felt that it was his duty as an actor to get right back to work. I convinced him to wait at least another three months. He really needed to rest. I guess a part of me just didn't want him to leave again. Not only because I would miss him, but because I was terrified of him getting on another plane. I knew it had to happen eventually though. I found it very odd that he didn't seem scared to fly at all.
"Do you need anything?" I asked, peeking in on Zac, who was laying on the couch watching tv.
"Well, I'm kinda thirsty." He replied. "But I'll get it myself."
"That's ok!" I said. "I'll get it for you."
"Chlo, I'm ok, really." He slowly stood up and limped to the kitchen.
"Zac, I really think you should just take it easy." I said, following him.
He turned around, a small smile on his face. "I've been taking it easy for months. The best thing for me now is to try and move as much as possible. The doctors said that movement will help me heal faster."
"But...your limping. And you're still kind of bruised and scratched up. I just don't want you to hurt yourself even more."
"I'll be careful, I promise." He replied, then continued to stagger to the water cooler to pour himself a drink.
I leaned against the counter. "You know, you are so stubborn."
"I know." He laughed. "Not as stubborn as you though."
"Hey!"
"You know it's true baby. You are as stubborn as they come."
I laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"It's one of your best qualities, I think." he touched my cheek and kissed me quickly, then took a drink of his water.
***
It was about eleven o'clock at night. I stood in the shower, hot water pouring down on me. I thought about all that had happened, and again, I could not keep my mind off of the fact that I seemed to bring nothing but bad luck to Zac. I hated this. It didn't seem fair. Not only because of the fact that I wanted nothing but good things to happen to him, but because finally I had found someone who I really love, and who I was pretty sure really loved me, and it was all being screwed up.
I climbed out of the shower and pulled a white tank top and a pair of black panties on. Quickly, I ran my fingers through my hair, then headed for the bedroom. Zac was already laying in bed. I stood in the doorway for a moment, just staring at the cuts and bruises on his chest and arms. They were on his back as well. He had healed up a lot since the accident, but you could still see some of the injuries when he didn't have a shirt on. I headed toward the bed and climbed in carefully. It was our first night back in the house together, and I was almost too scared to touch him.
"Do those hurt?" I asked, running a finger lightly across one of his cuts.
"A little." He replied. "They feel a lot better than they did a few days ago. They are just really tender." He flinched a little when my hand hit a particular spot on the cut, and I pulled away quickly.
"Sorry!" I said.
"It's okay." He said. "I like it when you touch me. I miss it."
"But I don't want to hurt you..."
"Don't worry about it." He said, taking my hand on his and gently placing it on his chest.
He leaned forward and kissed me. My body tingled from my head to my toes. I kissed him back softly. He put his hand on my cheek and pushed my head back on to the pillow, then proceeded to get on top of me. I could tell he was struggeling a little. I knew he was in pain.
"Zac...maybe we should..."
"Shh..." He whispered.
He leaned in and kissed me some more, pulling my underwear down with one hand. He kissed my neck and he slid inside me. I let out a little whimper, then bit my lip. He started to move in and out, his hands in my hair.
"You feel amazing." He said quietly.
"So do you." I replied. "I missed you."
Our bodies began to sweat. We moved together in unison. His shaggy hair fell in front of his eyes, and he looked extreamly sexy. I had never felt anything so amazing in my life. The first time we did it was incredible as it was, but this time was even better. Maybe it was just because it had been so long, and I had missed him so much. Maybe it was because I really didn't think it would ever happen again. Reguardless of what it was, it was amazing.
When it was all over, Zac rolled on to the bed beside me.
"Are you alright? You didn't hurt yourself did you? Your cuts and stuff...?" I asked.
"Hell yeah I hurt myself." He said.
"You did?"
"Yeah, but it was worth it." He smiled and kissed me once more.
I smiled back. "You're crazy."
"Why?"
"Because you would put yourself through pain just for sex."
"It's not just sex." He said. "It's more than that."
"what exactly is it?" I asked.
"Making love." He replied.
I smiled. "You're so cheesy!"
"I know, but that's what it is. We don't just have sex, that sounds so heartless. "
I sighed. "How did I ever get a guy like you?"
"What do you mean?"
"Most guys are obsessed with sex. And to them it's just sex. All guys are such jerks. I mean, look at Josh for example. How did I manage to get the sweetest guy in the world?"
"I am pretty sure you are exaggerating ."
"I'm not. You're perfect. I don't even deserve you."
"Don't say that."
"But it's true, Zac. I mean, I'm so bad for you."
"You are not!" He replied. "I love you."
"But you have to admit that I am bad luck for you. Since I came around, life has majorly sucked. It's one bad thing after another."
"That has nothing to do with you."
"It has everything to do with me. My life has always been this way. I have only had one good thing happen to me in my whole life. Winning the lotter, which in turn brought me here to you. You are the most amazing person in the world, and as long as we are together, you're life is going to be horrible. You'll be miserable."
"Chloe." Zac said, sitting up. "Don't be rediculous."
"I'm not. I'm serious. I screw everything up."
"You do not."
"I do, and you know it. You and I just aren't meant for each other."
"What are you saying?" He put his hand on my shoulder.
"I'm saying that I think, maybe...maybe we shouldn't be together anymore." The words flew out of my mouth before I even had the chance to think about saying them.
"What?" His voice was shaky.
"I think we should break up." I said, barely able to get the words out. I really didn't want to say it. I hated saying it. I wanted more than anything to be with Zac.
"Chloe...you can't be serious..." a tear formed in the corner of his eye, which made me break down. I started bawling.
"I am." I said. "We can't be together anymore."
I climbed out of the bed and pulled my clothes on, trying hard to contain myself, although it was nearly impossible. I headed for the bedroom door.
"Where are you going?" He asked, jumping out of bed and grabbing my arm.
"I'm gonna go stay at Amy's for a while. Just do me a favour and don't call me. I really can't talk to you...it will only make things worse."
"Chloe! Please don't go. We can work this out, I swear. You're just over reacting."
I didn't reply to him. I just walked out the door, down the stairs and out of the house. He followed me out on to the door step. I climbed in to my car and watched him stand on the deck, looking heartbroken, as I drove away.