Tied To Me

15 - Different

Sunday, 12th February 2017

"When are you going to take me home?" I ask Dean, never taking my eyes off the TV in front of me.

I hear him sigh. "Whenever you want."

"I want to go now, Dean." I turn my head to look at him. He looks at me as well.

With another sigh leaving past Dean's lips, he gets up from the couch and turns off the TV. "Go get ready then."

This may be the first time in days that I've smiled and meant it. Without another word, I get up and enter his bedroom, so I can change into the clothes in which I came here. I pull the skirt up my legs, but since I don't have a top, I just wrap my coat around myself. I put on the high heels and I am done.

I didn't do anything for the past few days. All Dean and I did was watch TV, eat and sleep. And even sleeping became difficult for me. The memories were there from that night. We barely talked to each other. It's not like I wanted to talk to him. Everything that we had between us, which wasn't a lot, is gone due to his lies and secrets.

I did think something could've happened between us, because I do like him. But I can't get past the fact that he's a gang leader. It's too much for me to handle. I don't even think I could handle it if I tried.

But as I am looking at him looking out of the window in the living room, I only see the person I first knew. I don't see the gang's leader, who saved me that night by killing those men.

"I'm ready to go." I say. My voice makes him turn around.

He nods and puts on his jacket. I walk over to the front door and we get out of the apartment. He locks the door after and we get into the elevator and then into his car.

The ride is short, but seems like it took forever, because of the silence. Not even the radio was turned on. "I'll walk you up." I nod and we get out of the car and enter the building.

"Bye, Dean." I whisper up to him, when we reach the door of my apartment.

"Aurora," I turn back around to look at him. "I know you hate me, but please try to understand why this has to be this way."

"I understand just fine, Dean." I state.

"You're never going to forgive me for this, aren't you?" He sighs and looks down at the floor. Honestly, I don't know the answer to that.

"I will try to." I answer, finding the right words. "But right now, I don't want to have anything to do with all of this."

"I'm afraid that won't be possible." I nod, understanding. I thought he would say that. "I've been thinking about it and decided you should come to all the gang's meetings."

"Does that mean I'm part of the gang?" I ask after a while. The news struck me that he actually decided that.

"I'm afraid you have no choice," I bite my bottom lip and nod. "But you will not be a part of anything that we do. I can at least promise you that."

"Thank you." I whisper, meaning it. I know that my situation is difficult, that is why I appreciate Dean trying to protect me.

"Keep your phone close at all times, okay? You never know when we might need you." With that, he turns around and walks down the hall.

I unlock the front door and get in. Ezra is quickly by my side with multiple questions. "Where were you? Why didn't you call me? Why did Dean have to call me? Why didn't you come to work? Why didn't you come home?"

"Ezra!" I raise my voice, so he stops. "Don't worry, okay?"

"Don't worry? Bitch, I literally went into crazy mode!" He exclaims. I playfully roll my eyes.