THIS CHAPPY WAS SO HARD TO WRITE T___T

So I'm gonna shut up and let you read it.

(Try to) Enjoy!
WARNING: Contains a slight bloody scene.

Zoey glanced upwards as she heard the door open. "Hey, sweety," she breathed, Quinton pecking her cheek. Zoey continued to fold the laundry, Quinton jumping into helping her. "How was work?"

He shrugged, "The usual," -he cleared his throat- "And you?" Zoey sighed, rubbing her temples. "I'm actually worried about Adrien," -her brows furrowed- "I don't think anything is helping."

"He's the blonde boy, yes?" -Zoey nodded at the statement- "Hmm, yeah, he seems very troubled." Zoey sighed, "He is! And, he doesn't seem to want to open up about anything," she mumbled.

He leaned against the bed frame, Zoey collapsing onto the plump mattress. "I think I need more time with him." Quinton sighed, "How is that going to help?" -he crossed his arms- "You have more time for him to not open up?"

She sighed, "Do you have any better ideas?" "I suppose not." Zoey felt her head hit one of the pillows, "I feel he is telling me what I want to hear, you know?"

He chuckled, "Then stop reacting all happy when he tells you good news," -he looked at her- "If you want to make progress with him, then don't give him an excited reaction when he tells you good things."

"But what am I supposed to do!?" she squeaked, Quinton then rubbing his temples. "I love  you, Zoey," he started, "But you need to know how to treat him like a client, not your kid when he gets a good grade on his test."

She tossed him a look; "Still give him respect and an open-mind, but Adrien is different, so therefore there is a different formula for success," he added. She crossed her sweater over her chest, sniffling slightly.

"I guess so." he chuckled at her statement. "But, I do want to talk to Gabriel about something - and I want to check the mansion." "Why?" "I want to make sure that the house is taken care of," -she paused- "Like fully stocked fridge, clean tables, nothing used to possibly harm him."

Quinton took a sip of coffee; "That sounds like a good idea," -he placed his cup down- "I'll come with you, just in case." "Anyway, I'll start with dinner," -he kissed her forehead- "You stay here." She tossed him a warm smile as he turned the corner.

***

Zoey straightened her boyfriend's tie, Quinton applying her lipstick. "Great," -she puckered her lips in the mirror- "Let's go." They left their house, both of them getting into her car.

"You scheduled an appointment, right?" "Yes, of course," she giggled, "You know Mr. Agreste isn't one for surprise visits." "You can say that again," he chuckled, "Though, doesn't seem like a nice living environment."

"I'm almost sure it isn't, especially from his little outburst last week," -Zoey rubbed her temples- "Apparently he almost tried self-harm." Quinton's brows furrowed, "Are you serious?" -he cleared his throat- "That's horrible."

"I know," -she looked out the window- "I hope he hasn't done anything - he ran out before I could stop him when he blurted that out." Quinton stopped by the street, Zoey going onto the sidewalk. "I'll come in with you once I find some parking," he added as she smiled widely, tossing him a wave.

She walked up to the gate, ringing on the doorbell. "Hello?" "Yes, hello, It's Zoey Cunningham. I have an appointment with Mr. Agreste?" "Come in," they responded, Zoey tilting her head as the gates opened.

She walked up the steps, the large doors opening widely. "Zoey?" she smiled at Adrien noticing her. "Adrien, sweety, how are you?" her eyes squinted as she smiled widely. He hesitated, "I'm good," -he cleared his throat- "But what are you doing here?"

"Oh, I have an appointment with your father," she giggled as he nodded. He paused, "You can come in if you want," she stepped in, inspecting the coat rack beside her. She wiped a layer of dust with her finger, glancing back at Adrien.

"When's the last time someone cleaned?" He shrugged, "Probably a month ago," -he thought for a moment- "Something like that." "Miss. Cunningham," Gabriel boomed, both of them whipping their heads at him.

"Ahh, Mr. Agreste, nice to see you," -she silently hoped for Quinton to show up- "How have you been?" "I have been good," -he slowly walked down the steps- "And you?" "Great, thank you for asking." she tossed him a smile, Adrien looking at his shoes.

"What was the reason for the appointment being needed?" -he glanced at Adrien- "Did my son do something again?" "No, no of course not," she shot back immediately. "I was just wondering if I could do a quick inspection," -Gabriel's brows furrowed at her statement- "Nothing too bad."

"Why?" Zoey cleared her throat at his statement. "I really just want to make sure Adrien is living a comfortable home-" "He is." "Well, yes, I'm sure," -her brows furrowed- "But I will truly be the judge of that, Mr. Agreste." 

"You come into my home, and accuse me of not keeping it safe enough?" he spat, stopping at the bottom step, both of his hands folded behind his back. Zoey was still at the open doors, growing more unsure by the second.

"Mr. Agreste, I understand that this may upset you," -she crossed her arms- "But, I would like to make sure that Adrien is in a comfortable living situation-" "Who are you to judge?" "I'm not, but I need to check nonetheless."

She sighed, "Mr. Agreste if I'm not the one you want verifying the safety, I am more than happy to call someone who is-"

He pulled out a gun from behind his back, pointing it directly at her.

"F-FATHER!" Adrien shouted, "DROP THE GUN, PLEASE!" he begged. "Leave my house, immediately." Zoey froze at the statement, curling her hand into a fist. "Mr. Agreste, please! Drop the weapon."

"Leave. Now." Zoey froze, unsure of what to do. "I-I..." she fumbled. "Zoey, it's better if you leave," Adrien cried, "Please, go!" Her brows furrowed, "I'm not going anywhere, Adrien," she smiled sadly at him, the gun now pressed against her forehead. 

"LEAVE NOW!" she was still faced at sobbing Adrien. "No, don't cry Adrien, it's fine," she silently pulled out her phone from her pocket, dialling 9-1-1. "Mr. Agreste, I will leave," his grip was tight on her shoulder.

She smiled at sobbing Adrien, looking at Gabriel. "Too late."

The bullet flew through her chest, her face becoming shocked instantly, her eyes then shutting. She hit the floor, Adrien rushing to her side, the crimson stain growing on her shirt. "F-FATHER-"

"ZOEY!" Quinton ran over to her.

He cried into her chest, picking her up in his arms. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?" he shouted angrily at Gabriel. "Adrien, go upstairs," Gabriel shouted, Adrien freezing at the sight of Zoey's lifeless expression. Quinton cried, placing Zoey onto the ground, the dialled 9-1-1 present on her phone screen.

"Come to the Agreste Mansion, immediately!" Adrien shouted into the phone. Adrien closed his eyes; Zoey's smile was stolen away from her face. 

Zoey was his reason for trying to get better; she was basically his mother. He loved her so much; how could he say good-bye to her forever?

Adrien grabbed her pale hand, whispering his apology, tears flooding down his face.

ZOEY NOOOOO *CRI* 

WHYYYYYYY T__T I MISS HER ALREADY!!!!!!! She was one of my favourite characters ;-;

On that gREat note, stay tuned :,)