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Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts	By : KioraDragon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts
Author: KioraDragon
Paring: Brian/Zacky, Jimmy/Johnny, Matt/Val (there’s no het, I promise. But Val had to be there cause she’s just awesome!)
Rating: Pg-13 to NC-17
Summary: "Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts." – Anon
Disclaimer: This obviously did not happen, and sadly I don’t own the guys from A7X
A/N: This story came to me upon seeing a picture of Zacky when he was a little kid and I thought: Aw, how cute!

Chapter Five: Screaming tears

Zacky sat on Brian’s bed sobbing. He was clutching Syn like the tan bear was a life line; an extension of Brian that would keep him safe from the voices down stairs. The ones that were yelling about him.

Down stairs; ignorant to the trembling child, hiding under the covers and curled up into a ball, Matt was yelling louder than he ever had at any amphitheater, on any stage, and in any club. Brian matched his friend’s volume.

"This whole thing is so fucked up!" Matt yelled.
"Oh and what would you propose I do about it?" Brian countered. "Huh? How about it?!? How would M. fucking Shadows deal with it?" Brian looked at the singer expectantly. For once since the singer arrived here over half an hour ago, Brian had managed to get him to stop yelling, even if it was for just a second. "Do you know how draining it is taking care of Zacky?" He asked his voice lowered to a normal level. "And I don’t just mean physically, but mentally and emotionally to." Brian could see some of the anger in Matt’s eyes start to dissipate. "Knowing that your own Goddamn best friend is going through something, something that caused him to physically change; and you don’t know shit about it." Brian sighed and leaned back against the wall in his entry way.

"What the hell do you mean, Zack wanted to be four." Matt asked outraged that Brian would suggest Zack had wanted this.

"I don’t know if he wanted this Matt, I doubt it but…" Brian shook his head. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to say.

"Fine, poor little Zacky! Going through his quarter life crisis!" Matt mocked, waving his arms exaggeratedly. "Find a way to fix this shit! If not we find a new rhythm!" He yelled.

"Fuck you! How about you get down from your high horse and fucking help?" Brian pushed himself off the wall and came with in an inch of Matt’s face. "But that’s not what it’s about is it?" He spat. "No, Matt Sanders isn’t the one standing here and talking to me. M. Shadows is the fucking faggot standing in front of me." Brian taunted. "The cock sucking, mother fucking, shit head of a coward." Brian took a step back and glared at the singer.

Matt screamed and had Brian pinned up against the wall, snarling at the guitarist. His eyes were wild with anger. "Don’t you fucking dare call me that, you pussy!"He yelled shoving the guitarist harder into the wall. "You Goddamn pedophile! That’s why you want to take care of Zacky isn’t it?" Matt snarled.

Brian blanched at the singers’ words. "Are you fucking sick in the head?" He asked; each word was dripping with venom, which would have melted the skin on the singer where ever it touched him had it been real. "What the hell are you here for Shades?" Brian asked scowling at the other man. "Go find yourself a new rhythm, and while you’re looking." Brian used all his strength to push Matt off him. "Get a new lead as well." He growled as he turned the knob and yanked the front door open.

"You’re dismissed." Brian snarled and watched as the singer stormed out of his house. He closed the door and leaned against it for support, wincing as he heard the screeching of Matt’s tires. He sank down to the floor, crossed his arms over his knees, and let his forehead rest on top of them. The battle with the lead singer was a hell of a lot more tiring than anything Zacky had put him through so far.

"Day three…" He mumbled as he rested his head back against the solid door. "Fucking mess…" He thumped his head again the door a couple of times. How could Matt have said...? Why would he? Why now? What had happened to cause such a violent reaction in the singer? Brian took a deep breath, not that it did much. He had never felt so hurt and betrayed; Matt could not have done worse had he used his fists.

Brian lifted himself up off the ground; he had to check on Zacky. The boy had been napping before Matt came over. Brian highly doubted that four year old had been able to sleep through that. He climbed the stairs lethargically, his hand gripping the banister for support. He opened the door to his bed room, eyes falling on the quivering mass beneath the sheets. He had heard the boys’ sobbing even before he had even opened the door. He stood in the doorway feeling utterly helpless.

He went over and sat on the bed, crawling slowly up the four year old. "Zacky." He said softly pulling the covers back.

Zacky pounced on him as soon as the covers had been lifted. "I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry." He cried, repeating the apology over and over.

Brian ached inside at the sight of the four year old that clung to him. His heart was in so much pain at words spilling from the little boys lips. He was about to say something to stop the flow of ‘sorry’s when he head other things intermingled with the apologies. Promises of being good and please don’t leave’s were mixed in.

It felt as though someone was trying to pull his heart out through his mouth, but the lump in his throat was the only thing preventing it. Brian wrapped his arms around Zacky and held him tight.

He whispered soft, soothing word’s into the boy’s hair; reassuring the four year old that he wouldn’t leave him and that Zacky had no reason to apologize for.

They sat there for at least an hour. Zacky’s sobs had quieted down to hiccups and then eventually to the soft deep breaths of him being asleep. It wasn’t till then did Brian let a few of his own tears fall down his high cheeks, landing on his shirt; staining it with all his pain.

Chapter Five END

So, kind of short sorry, but what did you think?
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