Ezria: a new era

Guilt Trip

Aria's P.O.V

I unlocked my door slowly and chucked my keys somewhere inside, hoping I got the table and I won't have to search for them later on the floor. My movements were all slow as I shut the door and leaned against it with a long sigh.

Why did I want to run back into his arms right now? I feel like a stereotypical teenager obsessed with my boyfriend despite the fact I'm not a teenager and Ezra isn't my boyfriend anymore.

Dean was... I knew I didn't love him at all but that's no excuse to do what I did. Fitz puts me in that state where I can only think about him, even when I should consider others.

Suddenly I was hurled forward, falling on my hands and knees, making me cry even more. Was this hurt Aria day?

When I craned my neck around I was disappointed to see Dean in the doorway looking amused instead of Ezra looking handsome and loving.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked as I turned back around and picked myself up. Like he actually cared.

"Why did you just barge in here? Haven't you heard of knocking?" I said a little too immaturely.

"What did you say?" Dean asked sternly, making my muscles tense. He shut the door too aggressively for somebody so amused two seconds ago.

I walked away, unable to fight back. "Nothing." I knew if I fought I'd lose. The chances of a 5'2 foot girl winning against a 6 foot male didn't seem very favourable. Well, not at all favourable really.

"Why have you got the same clothes on from yesterday?" Dean sounded suspicious, already assuming the worst. Not really assuming the worst I guess, since the worst actually happened I can't really be pissed at him for assuming.

"I fell asleep before I could change." Lie number 1.

"But you just came home?" Huh, Dean was smarter then he looked and acted. Strange.

"I stayed at Hayley's." Lie number 2. On the fly I was pretty good.

Dean looked me up and down with squinted eyes. "Who is he whore?"

I widened my eyes. I guess I wasn't that good on the fly anymore. "What the fuc-"

"Tell me who he is! Don't bullshit Aria, I know you had sex with another man you slut!" Dean yelled, escalating the conversation very quickly and pinning my against the wall.

"You're hurting me!" His nails were slicing my wrists, and his knee was digging into my thigh.

"Whore!" His voice was filled with venom as he slapped me down to the ground. I hit the floor hard, hurting my elbow and hips badly.

I sobbed on the floor, after hearing Dean stomp out. He hovered over me before, but no way in hell was I letting him hear me cry.

Never did Ezra do this to me once, ever. He treated me with love, even when he was mad at me. He never abused me in any form, and lately this was all I got from men.

Thank god Dean was done with me for good, I could see that brake up going a lot worse if I had of tried to bring it up myself. He didn't love me, and I didn't love him.

I cleaned the blood off my wrists and elbows, and put ice on my cheek, liking the way it brought a new sensation of pain to my face.

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I didn't regret that night with Ezra, like I said I did. No way in hell was it a mistake. I'll never take back that night of love with him, not in a million years. It was the best feeling that consumed me to be with him again. He made me smile just by the thought of his touch.

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Ezra's P.O.V

I was hammered by night, if I could just go back a bit, I would buy more vodka. Not to mention tell Aria what she desperately needed to know. Also vodka. Vodka needed to know I loved him too. Ah vodka.

I ran out of drinks shortly before I passed out, I'm surprised I haven't gotten alcohol poisoning yet. Maybe I have? Vodka.

I hadn't even eaten today, I had coffee and Vodka. What class I have. No wonder I passed out.

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Aria's P.O.V

"Hey." Ezra said in a hushed voice, softly caressing my sore cheek. He was standing over my bed, looking down lovingly at me with his big blue eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sitting up as he sat down as close to me as possible. He was grinning at me with his all American boy charm winning me over.

"I came to see you. And tell you that I love you. I love you a lot." Ezra whispered in my ear, sending chills down my spine.

"It's late though." I said back, looking over at my clock which was disorientated. Weird. I looked out the window to see the trees swaying in the glow of the moon.

"I must really love you then." His look was serious as he began to kiss my neck and lay me back against the pillows.

His touch was gentle, his kisses light and playful. Only until I felt myself pressed against the bed.

"Ezra. Ezra stop." I said, trying to wriggle myself out.

I could feel a massive weight on my body and kept trying to free myself from him.

"Ezra please, get off me." I begged, beginning to feel very scared. The kisses become deeper and darker, the gentle touch becoming a force to be afraid off as it was pressing my skin down.

"Stop!" I screamed in fear, looking up to see Dean glaring down at me. The corners of his mouth were turned upwards in a menacing smirk.

"This is what happens," Dean began, his voice rough in my ear. "When bitches like you mess with me."

I sat up scared out of my mind and screamed, seeing nobody around in my bedroom but myself.

It was just a dream. I sighed in relief, laying back down with my heart thumping against my chest. It was just a nightmare.