I Can't Be...Can I?

The Getaway

Ari's P.O.V.

It had been two weeks since my two month anniversary date with Jake. Two weeks since I had received the worst possible news of my life. And two weeks of suffering from a broken heart.

I had given him all of me- every inch of my body, mind, and heart. I never would've expected that he would abuse that.

They say time heals all wounds, but so far I felt no change. The first week was the worst. I couldn't stop shaking, thinking about our night together, and then finding out the next day that it had all been a lie. I came home and cried every single night that week.

This week, I had been able to stop the shaking, and the crying. But it was just as bad because i felt numb, I felt no emotion. It was like my body couldn't take it anymore, so it was shutting down. I wouldn't have even gotten out of bed if it wasn't for Sienna.

Though I tried to block the memory of each passing day, one thing that never escaped my mind was her. She truly was the greatest friend, keeping her promise and never leaving my side, and just not giving up on me. 

She comforted me all last week, knowing all the right things to say. This week, no matter how emotionless or untuned to the world I was, she remained positive, and acted normal. It was nice to have some form of normality, whether it helped ease the pain or not. I really have no clue what I would've done with out.

The week had passed, and it was the weekend again, but this weekend was different. The next two weeks were Christmas break. You have no idea how thankful I was, this is exactly what I needed, a getaway from this place. 

While I had planned to go back home to Seabrook, Sienna convinced me to spend the break with her and her family. She said that going home would probably make things harder because I would have to pretend everything was ok, but that if I went with her, nothing would be expected of me. I couldn't help but agree with her, and so I decided that I'd spend Christmas break with her. It wasn't that hard to convince my parents anyways, all I had to say was that it would save us money, and that they could go on that couples cruise that they had always wanted to do. 

"You ready to hit the road?" asked Sienna, her suitcase already packed. 

It was 1 p.m. on Saturday morning. We had been packing all morning, preparing to drive to Beverly Hills.

"Yes mam," I said, zipping up my suitcase.

We made our way out of the dorm room and towards the parking lot. As we neared her black mercedes benz convertible, my phone vibrated. I flipped it open to find a text message from Jake. It was probably the 50th time he had texted me, which wasn't as bad as the 100 messages he left in my voicemail. 

"Captain Douche?" asked Sienna, reading my expression as I looked at my phone.

"The one and only," I said flatly.

I shut my phone, and then flung it down the parking lot with all the force I had. I saw it land and break on the pavement, but I didn't care, this trip was about getting away from my troubles, not being reminded of them.

"You're probably going to regret that when we come back," said Sienna, amused.

I laughed, and then immediately stopped, in shock. It was the first time I had laughed in two weeks. Sienna then began laughing uncontrollably due to my reaction of laughing for the first time in two weeks. Her laugh was infectious, and I couldn't help but join in.

"Let's get going," she said giggling as we loaded our stuff into her trunk and got in the car.

We turned up the radio, and zoomed out of the parking lot, on our way to Beverly Hills. After twenty minutes, we were in a neighborhood full of mansions, like the ones you see on MTV cribs. My jaw dropped in awe as I turned left and right, admiring the beautiful houses.