Fifty One

<p>Right in front of me, my dad stood across Zach's desk, a gun pointed to his head. That didn't surprise me, what really did it was that my dad was also holding a gun to Zach's head. I mean, my dad might sometimes be annoying but he's never been mean and has never shown a streak of violence and then there's this....<br/>"Dad, what're you doing?" I ask in a low voice, gently placing Isabella on the floor, letting her stand on her feet. She babbles and walks to another end of the room and starts to scatter the beautiful office arrangement. <br/>I approach my dad in fear for the first time in my life, be looks back but says nothing, turning around again to face Zach, he sighs, lowers his head and collapses on the leather chair. I wait for him to move again but he doesn't, I panic and quickly walk towards him.<br/>"Dad! Dad wake up!!! What did you do to him?!" I face Zach with red eyes, tears brimming in my eyes and I know they'll fall anytime soon.<br/>Zach also stays silent and pulls out his phone to call 911 and walks away. He soon ends the call and walks back towards me, all traces of warmth seem to have vanished from his eyes as he stares down at me with a cold look.<br/>"What are you doing here?" He asks<br/>"What does it look like I came here to do? Why did you have a gun pointed to my dad's head? How do you know my grandfather? Zach, you don't tell me anything, it's frustrating" I say, my voice trembling and I can't help the lone tear that drops. He doesn't answer, it's quiet for a while and I turn around and face my dad. He's breathing just fine, infact he looks like he's just taking a nap.<br/>"When will they get here?" I ask him and he sighs.<br/>"They should be here by now. Look, I'm so-<br/>"Don't be. Don't apologize. Don't talk to me. If you don't want me to know then it's fine, I won't ask questions" I say as the medics come rushing in, they pull my dad up and he's soon being pushed away.<br/>"Take Izzie home, I'll be back later. There's food in the freezer and her formula's easy to make. Just follow the instructions" I turn on my heels and start to walk away, following the medics as they take my dad away.<br/>"I'll tell you" I hear him say, almost in a whisper and that stops me in my tracks.<br/>"What?"<br/>"I'll tell you when the time is right"<br/>"And who are you to decide that?!" I yell and when he goes quiet again I scoff and walk into the elevator.<br/>"Zoey...." he calls my name just before the elevator doors close and I wish I didn't look at him, the confliction and helplessness in his eyes left me speechless and shocked. I find myself tongue tied even as the paramedics questions me about what happened. I don't know what to say to them so I just said he slumped, which is exactly what happened. They drive away and I get in the car, Marcus drives closely behind them but says nothing, which I'm grateful for. <br/>As we got closer to the hospital and further away from Zach's company, I start to think about everything that has happened within the two weeks that I have know him. <br/>I am stressed out. I am tired. No one's listening. <br/>Blood drips down my nose as the car moves at a steady pace, I rub it off in confusion and try to tell the driver to stop at the next pharmacy but the world gets dark around me and suddenly I can't move. Only one person came to my mind as my consciousness slips away.<br/>Zach.</p>