Zack Torres Crying Novels & Stories

Trying not to shout with each movement my jaw makes. Blood starts to leak from the corner of my lips. When I hear " Oh shit!" Come from the side of me, as my brother Taylor grabs a napkin quickly dabbing at my face. " Sarah just spit it out! It's okay you don't have to eat the burrito" He frantically huffs. I move my eyes to my father's hearing him tell us " But she needs to eat Taylor, she only has to tough it through it" Taylor turned so fast glaring at our father. " What the fuck dad! What kind of parent would want to watch their own child suffer in pain!" He yelled out, glancing around the room. " I think it's time Dr. Solum put her on an I.V. with a feeding tube" Taylor says to everyon

Zac kissed the top of my head before answering, "No, we have held off on Ian and Tate's funerals, waiting until you could attend." My vision was blurry from the tears I held back, the painful pricks of them wanting to escape; I nodded into his chest; I couldn't trust my voice not to crack. Dropping all barriers, tears spilled down my face, so much pain, so much undeserved pain. "Let it out, sweet girl, let it all out," Zac murmured into my hair in between kisses while rocking me side to side. I mourned for Tate, his beautiful cut short. The life he didn't get to see through, the life he chose to give me instead.

he cried. Alan closed his eyes in pain. “What have you done, Zack?” Alan asked him in a pain-stricken tone. He cried miserably at the loss of the woman he loved. Alan was also grieved by this sudden news because he was also attached to her. She was like a daughter to him. After crying for a while, Zack finally looked up at his father. He was now burning with anger. “You’re one of the reasons why she’s dead.” Zack told him with hate in his tone.

Lisa asks, "You can't just switch back and forth between liking me and not liking me, Zack. I deserve better than that." "You're right, Lisa. I messed up. I'm sorry. I'll...I'll give you some space, you look angry right now.” Immediately Zack took his Undies close to the bed and wore it under the duvet in sec. Got off the bed, took his clothes and rushed off. I couldn't say anything, I was at a loss for words. As soon as we heard the door lock sound. Lisa bursed into tears. I quickly rushed to hug her. " Why cry now?" I asked trying to clean her face.

The black, swollen veins on my arms throbbed with a slow, hot poison; the leftover heat of fifty thousand volts that had used my body as a bridge. "Elena! Elena, look at me!" Hands grabbed my shoulders. Big, rough hands that I hadn't felt in what seemed like a lifetime. I blinked, clearing the wet hair and the red glare of the emergency lights from my eyes. Zack was kneeling in the water beside me. He was completely flesh and blood again. His chest was rising and falling in deep, ragged gasps, and his eyes; the piercing, icy blue eyes that I had missed every single day were staring down at me with absolute terror.

But tonight, even Zack wasn’t smiling. He crouched in front of Victor, his voice low. “You know what’s funny? I always wondered what kind of man could cause this much damage. But now that I’m looking at you…” Zack’s lip curled in disgust. “You’re nothing.” Victor’s breathing was shallow now, his chest rising and falling in short, uneven bursts. The smirk was still there, but it was fading. Blood dripped from his nose, his lip, his temple—stains we’d caused, and I didn’t feel even an ounce of regret.

I clutched my chest and tried hard not to choke, "You know I can, right?" "Last question, Katie," he was standing behind me. He placed his hand on my shoulder as his lips brushed my hair. "Can you seriously...live without me?" Damn, Zack. I hate you! Why are you making it so hard for me? I hardly nodded. "Then live..." I closed my eyes when he enveloped me with his arms. His warm tears dripped on my shoulder as he rested his head on it. It pains me to hear him cry. Sorry...