Zack's POV
I've been calling her for two days.
No reply.
Just her voicemail. Again and again.
"Hi, it's Selena. Leave a message and maybe I'll pretend to care later."
I smile at her voice, but my chest feels tight.
She hasn't been to school. No texts. No posts. No updates.
And after what happened at prom? After she fainted?
Something's wrong.
So I do the only thing left to do.
I go to her house.
---
Her house looks the same. Quiet. Perfect. Like nothing weird is happening inside.
I walk up to the door and knock.
After a moment, her dad opens it.
He looks tired. Eyes shadowed. Shirt buttoned wrong.
"Zack," he says. "Hi."
"I just... I wanted to check on Selena. She hasn't been answering my calls."
There's a pause. A long one.
"She's not feeling well," he says carefully. "She needs rest."
I nod. "Okay. Can I see her? Just for a second-"
"No."
His voice is firmer now. "She's sleeping. The doctor said she needs space. Time."
I blink. "A doctor?"
"Everything is fine," he says. "We'll let her know you stopped by."
The door starts to close.
I step forward. "Please. Just tell her I came. That I'm here."
He nods once, then shuts the door.
Click.
Locked out.
---
I stand there for a while.
Long enough for it to feel awkward.
Then I turn and walk away, my stomach in knots.
Because I know Selena.
She'd never ignore me like this.
Unless something - or someone - is stopping her.
> Zack's locked out... but the truth is starting to knock.
Would you give up - or break the door down? 🕯️
- Mysterious_frnd 🩸