I continued to speed walk after him calling out to him.
“Zac!” I tried to run now, but the heels were making it impossible.
He began walking out of the house now and I followed after him.
“Zac, please stop!” I call out again.
He stopped abruptly, turning on his heels to face me.
He kept looking down, not meeting my face.
“You know, don’t you?” he asks.
I nod, but then realise he isn’t looking at me.
“Yes,” I finally say.
“My stupid, f*****g family can’t keep their mouths shut,” he groans in between his teeth.
“Are…” I didn’t know how to approach the subject. Tears began to well in my eyes from the overload of emotions. “Are you still using?” I finally spat out. I crossed my arms in front of me as if that somehow would protect me from his answer.
“No, God no,” he says.
