Zombie Love

It follows the lives of the two best friends, Alexia and Deirdre, and their race against the undead. There will be laughs, there will be tears, but most of all memories that will always be cherished.


6. Piano lesson gone wrong

Deirdre’s POV:


My day when I have piano lessons basically consists of a lot of driving and skipping school. Don’t worry, they know about it. It’s a four hour drive to get to the lesson, so naturally One  Direction was blasting away together with Little Mix. I know I’m not supposed to believe rumours, but this one just felt so true. It didn’t leave my mind.

Alexia always disapproves of my dreams, but I always disapproves of her fashion sense, so close to emo. That’s why we’re friends, I guess. I pulled into Jason’s’ driveway. I was so ready for this lesson!

“Deirdre! How are you?” he asked as I got out of the car.

“Hey, Jason. I’m good.” I said hugging him. I felt his hand on my bum, but I didn’t really register what he was doing.

We went inside and straight to the piano. Today we were playing “Turn Your Face” by Little Mix. I love that song! We finished early, so we went into the kitchen for something to drink.

“All I have is beer. Do you want one?” he asked, his head still stuck in the fridge.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” I took the can from him and opened it. We chatted for a while as he had beer after beer. I only had one, seeing that I still had to get home.

“Hey, you know, you’re extremely hot.” he slurred.

“I think you’ve had one too many beers.” I laughed as I got up to leave.

“Nah. Where do you think you’re going?” he asked standing up.

“I have to go now. Remember, it’s a four hour drive.” I said picking up my keys. Suddenly he had me in front of me in a grip that I couldn’t get out of.

“Jason, you’re hurting me.” I gasped. “Let go of me.”

“You know, I’ve been giving you free lessons, because of the you have to spend driving. I think its time you repay me.” he said ripping my button up shirt open.

“What the hell are you doing?!” I yelled as he groped me. He didn’t answer, but I knew where this was heading. Luckily I did self defence last year. I threw my heel onto his bare foot. As he recoiled I kicked him in the groin. He was lying on the floor in tears as I sped out the door and into my car.


I was crying uncontrollablyby the time I got to my house. Just thinking of what could have happened scared me even more than this had already.

“Hi, Honey. How was the les…” she started as I came into the house.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I said running up the stairs. I immediately signed out of Skype and lied down on my bed. I cried myself to sleep. I didn’t even change my clothes.



I woke up crying again. I checked my phone to see it was 5 in the morning. No point in trying to sleep any further. I got up and went to the bathroom.  I glanced at the full length mirror. My eyes were red and puffy and had dark circles under them. My shirt was still open and I saw a spot of dried blood on my bra. On further inspection, I saw that it was mine. Jason had cut through my bra and into my chest. With what did he do this? I thought. I took an extremely hot shower to clear my mind. By the time I was dressed and my make-up finished, it was 6 am. I decided to go to school. I wrote my mom a note just saying that I went to school early. I got in my car and switched it on. One Direction was still blaring on full blast after last night. I jumped as it came on and hit my head on the roof.

On my way to school, I found Alexia walking with her guitar in her hand and picked her up.

“Hey, you’re heading to school early?” she asked as she got in.

“Yeah. Why are you heading out so early?”

“Music group, remember?” she stated.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, I have a lot on my mind right now.”

“You want to talk about it?” she seemed a little worried.

“No, I’m fine, honest.” I said quickly.

“Well, when we get to school your coming somewhere with me and I’m not taking no for an answer.” She said sounding like herself again.

“Fine.” I said a bit stubbornly. We drove and listened to music. I wondered what she was going to do to me when we get to school, but I do trust her though.


I parked in my normal spot in front of the auditorium. She practically dragged me to the music room. It was only 6:45.

“Alex, it’s still early. You only start at 8.” I informed her.

“ I know. But I want you to start taking your piano lessons from Mr. Wilson. He’s the new music teacher. I don’t trust that Jason guy with you and then you don’t have to skip school or drive 8 hours.” I started crying uncontrollably again when I heard his name.

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