Zach had always had a problem with people getting into his head. The sound of someoneâs voice, usually saying things he didnât want to hear, grated against his nerves and left him feeling all sorts of angry. Even being spoken to out of the blue when he wasnât in the mood to talk left him aggravated and moody, and it had only gotten like that in recent years. However, one voice could invade his thoughts and leave him feeling quite the opposite. Sure, there was still the high-strung feeling left over, but it wasnât a bad thing. It was more like a rush of adrenaline, and perhaps a dash of excitement.
So was how he felt as he walked through the halls to the recreational room to meet the three other with whom he was supposed to be spending his night. Though his outward appearance didnât convey any of the buzzing excitement he felt, what with his hands in his pockets and a permanent scowl on his face, the feelings were certainly there. With them was a sort of apprehension, but that had absolutely nothing to do with the task at hand, but rather with he who had commissioned it.
While ungrateful was the very last thing he wanted to be, and even though he did appreciate everything that had fallen into place for him over time, he had a sore spot where trusting anyone who referred to themselves as âdaddyâ - or anything similar - was concerned. Yes, the mark he bore indicated that he did, as was painfully obvious, belong to someone other than himself, and the comfort he found in hearing that voice was as undeniable as it was unsettling, but he refused to let himself get wrapped up in something almost too good to be true. Just those thoughts alone came off as a too dark to begin understanding, and it was the not understanding which left him so very sour and bitter.
So, even with the chances of him admitting it aloud being slim to none, he mentally made it quite clear that he wasnât as comfortable with blindly trusting as the others seemed to be. âIf heâs in my head, he should know whyâŠâ he assured himself as he entered the rec room, eyes downcast as he thought. âI mean⊠A little faith, yeah, but⊠Iâm not calling anybody âdaddy.ââ
He looked up to see everyone had already gathered, and while he didnât really care how long they had been waiting, he offered up a flimsy but true excuse of, âSorry, I was justâŠthinking.â With a sigh, he leaned against the empty armchair across from the couch Camille and Hayden were occupying, crossing his arms over his chest as he did so. âTime to get the show on the road then?â
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