Open To Love

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚂𝚒𝚡

✰Aria✰

I've been rotting in Zach's bed for some time. Even though I wanted to lodge in his guest room, he refused and said that I need to be in his line of vision 24/7. I mean, I'm not going to do anything drastic—well I think so.

He took my phone and went out to purchase me a new one, where he transferred all of my old details to the new phone. I didn't ask him to do that but he did it anyway. Then again I can't even use my own money if I wanted to, because I didn't think to take any cash or my cards when I left, he probably would've blocked the cards if I took them anyway.

So right now everything is just hitting me at once. I'm a broke, homeless, unemployed woman with no degree. How refreshing. The house I'm in is not mine, the clothes I'm wearing aren't mine and even the underwear I'm wearing isn't mine, it's technically Zach's since he bought it for me.

I feel like a failure. I now see why my parents were upset with me that time. I wish Eric was a different man, I wish he didn't have to act the way he does.

And to add to my problems that freaking family time is tomorrow. What am I going to say when I rock up there with red puffy eyes all by myself? At the rate things are going, I just won't go. Maybe next year. Or the year after

"Aria? Aria are you still in bed?" I lift my head to see Zach walk into the bedroom with bags in both of his hands. Oh great. He's probably bought more things for me again.

I haven't even been here for five days and it feels like I've moved into his home. I told him to stop but he just keeps going.

He has time to do all of this because he hasn't gone to work since I've been here. It's probably my fault—fuck it—it is my fault, there's no denying it. I made him skip his important meeting just to help me. How selfish can I be.

"What's wrong Zach?"

"I got you some stuff." He puts the bags on the bed, one of them sits right on top of my foot, and with how heavy it feels I can tell that it's not just 'some stuff'.

I sit up on the bed while he starts to ruffle around in one of the bags. "I bought you these so you can be able to go out, whenever you want to," he pulls out a black tank top with some light blue jeans, "and these are more clothes for you to stay at home with," He pulls out a light pink cotton shirt with matching shorts.

I don't miss the word he said just now. Home. This isn't my home and I am only a temporary guest here until I find out what to do next. Does he really think that I'm just going to live with him now? Why is he acting like this?

"Zach, these are really not necessary right now." I plop back down on the bed, staring up at his ceiling. "Come on Aria, I'm only doing this to help you."

"Yes I know and I appreciate so, so much, but this is just too much. You've bought me all these things and I'm eventually going to have to pay you back."

"I never said you have to pay me back, darling."

"Yeah well I'm going to because—" My new phone rings, cutting me off. I pick it up and see that it's my mom calling. I grunt and decline the phone call. "Who is that?" He asks me.

"It doesn't matter, what I was saying was—" It rings again. "Come on just leave me alone." I decline the call again.

"Is it Eric that's calling you?" I almost laugh. Eric hasn't called me since I ran away. I wonder if he's even worried about where I am. I could be sleeping under a bridge and he probably wouldn't come looking for me. God, has he always been this selfish?