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To say that waking up the next morning was rough would have been an understatement. Zo had beat her alarm by an hour. Not because she naturally woke up early, no that would be far too ideal. Instead, she was awoken by her dog trying to suffocate her by laying right on her face.

After shoving the 90 pounds of fur off her (as well as removing clumps of fur from her mouth) she went to go check her phone for any alerts. Only to find it dead because some moron, aka her, forgot to charge the damn thing.

With the events of the day starting out so strong, she decided to lock herself in the bathroom for a nice long warm shower.

If only that was the case.

After stripping all clothing, she turns on the shower and got in.

Only to be greeted by ice-cold water. What the fuck? She bit her lip to prevent a frustrated scream from being released from her lips as she exited the shower. So there she was, soaked and butt naked outside the shower with on hand fiddling with the temperature.

After five minutes did the horrible realization of the fact that water heater must've been broken came over her. With a sense of defeat, she rested her forehead on the glass as she slowly turned off the shower.

"Why am I being punished?" Zo sighed as she trudged out of the bathroom. She decided just to dress up in a t-shirt that was three sizes too big, allowing herself to view it as a dress of some sort.

Zo grabbed her brush, yanking it through the wet knots that made up her hair. After ten minutes of fighting with her hair, she finally won. Zo twirled a wet strand, she made a note to contact maintenance about the shower. God would she kill for a steamy shower.

Her morning calmed down slightly after that. Zo made sure to do her usual routine. Feed Delilah, make sure both her babies had enough water, and grab a small snack in that took form in raw sirloin meat. There was barely any left, it only took around a week to finish it.

As she finished up the sirloin, she glanced at her guest. He was still dead to the world, which probably was a good thing. Nanobots could heal basically any physical wound, the mental ones were a whole other can. That was something he needed to deal with himself, and in Zo's opinion, sleep was the best way. His chest wounds healed up nicely, though the multiple scars were bright and new. The black goo was dried up on the carpet. What a bitch that is going to be to clean up.

Taking the last piece of raw meat, rolling it up into a ball, and popping in her mouth Zo went back to her room. Her phone should have some juice in it by now.

And oh did it.

The feeling of dread and realization washed over Zo as she hid her face in her hand. On her phone was an alert. Well, more like 30 missed phone calls and text. All ranging from 11 pm to 8 am.

She stared at the phone, debating if she should just ignore it. But, she decided to bite the bullet.

Sam picked up her call after just two rings.

"What the fuck Zo!" Sam's greeting was far too loud in her ear.

"Uhhh, I like...kinda totally forgot." Well, they always said honesty was the best policy. Even if it was a half-truth. After all, Sam didn't need to know about her guest that was residing on her couch is the main reason why she forgot.

"You forgot." Sam was pissed. Zo could basically see her face turning an angry red as she paced the floor of her high-end apartment.

"Yeah…" Zo's voice trailed off, her focus shifting from the phone call to her cat. Her cat who was now prowling into the living room. "It was a weird drive and I was so exhausted when I got back I just ate it on my bed." Zo made sure to pick each word carefully, keeping as much truth in there as well as out.

"You scared the shit out of me Zo." Sam let out an exasperated sigh. Zo hummed in response, going back in the living room to see her large cat on top of the kid. Staring at his closed as before sniffing his nose. She watched the scene in bemusement but ultimately decided to ignore it.

"I'm serious Zo. I barely could sleep last night because I thought you were dead in a ditch or something. Like for fuck s-"

"I know Sam and I'm sorry," Zo took a seat at her breakfast bar twirling on the chair, "I really am. But c'mon now. You and I both know I can handle anything."

"But Zo-"

"But nothing. As if some car accident can kill me. Give me some credit now."

Sam went silent. Zo tapped her fingers on the table. Tap. Tap. Tap.

"You're right." Sam's voice was one of defeat. "You're right, I just keep forgetti-"

"I know Sammi Doll," Zo smiled, "Just remember you don't need to lose any sleep cause of me."

"Well obviously," Sam snorted, "Seems like you slept like a baby."

Zo groaned, "I was until God decided to punish me for you."

Sam let out a loud laugh at her comment. And that laughter continues as Zo recounted every miserable event from the beginning of the morning.

"Serves you right bitch."

"Oh fuck you too." Zo's lips twitched upwards.

The sound of panicked gasping caught Zo's attention. She turned around and her eyes widen.

"I gotta go Sam." Zo hung up before Sam could a word in as got up from the chair.

Her eyes met the wide eyes of her guest. Those ocean blues looked at her in terror and confusion. He was sat up, his breathing coming out heavy and erratically. She couldn't help but think that he looked more like a scared animal than a human.

Zo made her way towards him, glancing him a wary look. "Hey there kiddo," she said lightly as if she was talking to a frightened animal, "Imma need you to lay down."

He stared at her, his face pale and sweaty

"Are," his voice was raspy and quiet, "you can angel?"

She blinked at the question and couldn't help but smile at the question. "Oh hun, no...no I am not kid." In fact, out of the many things she had been called, an angel was never one of them. Not even close.

"You aren't dead sugar. Don't get me wrong, you were close, but you are still kicking." Gently she placed her hand over his newly healed yet scarred chest and shoved him down on the back on the couch. He let out a cough, his breathing coming out harsh. "Ain't that right?" He coughed out.

"Mmhmm, now rest up."

The kid shook his head, "I can rest when I'm dead. Besides anything to talk with a pretty thing like you."

Zo blinked at him. The smile he threw her looked more like a painful grimace than a flirty smirk that she assumed he was aiming for. The fearful look in his eye stayed. Yet there was something more in those pools of blue. A pleading look, begging for any distraction.

She sighed.

"Well, kiddo, let's start with a name hun."

He coughed, "Billy," cough, "Hargrove. Don't wear it out."

"Uhuh. Now, where are you from Billy?"

"What," cough, "no," cough, "name?"

"Zoe, you can call me Zo. Now, where did you come from?"

"Hawkins," he spat out the word in disgust, "Indiana."

Zo raised her eyebrows at the name of the town. Hawkins, Indiana? Was that an actual place?

"Uh huh." She glanced at his eyes, staring at his pupil to see the dilation. "And, what is the date?"

He took a deep breath.

"May...June? 1985."

Zo blinked. He wasn't lying, she could tell that much. It does explain the mullet. But, it doesn't mean he is telling the truth. He could just be crazy.

"And what was the last thing you remember."

The look of horror on his face startled her. He grabbed her wrist, his grip on her was so tightly that his knuckles were turning right. There was a wild look in his eyes. Like a caged animal.

"It wasn't my fault," he whispered rapidly, "He made me do those things...those" he breathed loudly. Tears started falling down his face, "I'm so sorry. So sorry. It wasn't my fault, I swear."

His words turned into nonsensical muttering. Zo stared at him in complete in utter confusion. What the hell happened to him?

It's...it's okay," she said slowly, unclasping his grip on her, "I believe you kid. It is okay now."

Her words had the desired effect as Billy's erratic breathing and muttering calmed down until he was silent.

"I will be right back Billy, you just...lay there and rest."

She went back to her phone, her fingers swiping through her contacts until she found the number she was looking for.

"Don't…" Billy's voice trailed off. He didn't need to finish whatever he was going to say.

"I won't be far, just holler if you need anything kid."

She glanced at the phone and pressed call.

This kid owed her big time for this shit.

I hope yall enjoy this chapter! Many things will be explained later. Let me know your thoughts on the story so far and what you are thinking. See ya next time.