Female Robbery (Z.M)

15. small escape

Alina P.O.V

Before everything happened I had always wanted to visit Greece. It was one of my dream destinations, so I should be happy that I'm here. Yet I feel as lonely as ever, because I can't enjoy it with the people who matter. Everytime I see the beach I think about how Beth and I would get take-out then drive out to Venice.

We used to spend the rest of the day on the beach, even doing our homework too, if we went directly after school. Sometimes we'd call a few friends to join us; get us a stereo, play some music to dance.

I miss all my friends. I miss my parents the most. I don't let myself miss them as often in fear of truly breaking down. I remind myself to keep going no matter how hard it gets.

Someday, however long it takes, I would get to see them all again. I promised myself to hold onto that hope even though It's easy to give in sometimes. It kills me that no one ever got closure on what happened to me. I'd hate to think this would end my parents somehow.

Most days I wished I could just send them a message to let them know I was at least alive. I didn't want them to have a fake burial for me or something like that. I've seen too many crime shows to know that it's always what happens. I didn't want anyone to forget me or move on.

I force myself to get out of bed and go downstairs for something to eat. The cook made something for lunch that smells delicious but I've been too depressed to come downstairs. I quickly slip on some socks, changing out of my pjs, then into some shorts and tank top. I wasn't going to go out so there was no point into really dressing up.

I wasn't surprised to see that Zayn wasn't out. He kept mostly in his room since he really doesn't need to come out and check on me. Why would he? When there are 12 monitors in his room. If I so much as made a step towards the front door he'd know about it. I couldn't even leave at night since there's night guards too while he sleeps. Derrick and him really planned this all out.

The amazing smell didn't disappoint when I saw the cook left the Greek version of Stir Fry. I wasn't much of a gyro meat fan, but with how this was prepared, I didn't mind it. I hop onto the counter, to get a plate from one of the drawers, when a voice spoke from behind me.

"You look tiny climbing onto that counter, you could have asked for help." Zayn chuckles reaching for a plate without the minimal amount of struggle. I climb down thanking him for the plate then continue to serve myself. I frown noticing him reach for another plate then eye Zayn.

"You're choosing now to eat as well?" I question giving him a look.

"It would be rude to eat before the lady of the house does." Zayn answers simply, leaving me with an awed feeling.

He takes the serving spoon from me proceeding to serve himself. I grab a fork from the drawers, feeling kind I place another one for Zayn on the counter, before shutting it back. I walk to the table and sit down to eat.

I mind my business focused solely on eating. I jump slightly when a glass of some kind of juice is placed next to me.

"Calm your nerves Alina." Zayn laughs sitting down next to me.

"Thank you." I manage to cough out. reaching out for the drink since it, would come in handy now. I easily figure out the flavor, pomegranate. I didn't know it was possible to even make juice out of such strange fruit.