Devotion

Chapter Three

Present day.

Aria POV:

It's been two days since my heart was ripped from my chest by Ezra Fitz. I want to say that I'm okay, but the whole universe knows that's a fictional fact, a fantasy I've been craving all weekend. The girls have been calling me constantly for the past couple days, especially Hanna. I'm glad that they care so much about me, but I really just want to be left alone.

It's a Sunday. I got home from Syracuse, and as soon as I opened the door, I felt alone again. Riley made my weekend feel livable, but he didn't make this house seen like a home. My mom was is Austria with Zach, Mike was staying at a friends place, and my dad's stuck at the university working. I had the whole house to myself, and right now, I didn't want to at all.

I haven't heard from Ezra since the ski lift. He probably is taking his book to get released, then getting the hell out of Rosewood. "Good riddance," I mumbled as I drag myself up to my bedroom. I know I should call one of the girls, but all I want to do is lay in bed and sleep. Not because I'm tired, but because there are too many problems with my life and sleeping seems like an alternative from it.

* * *

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I'm confused, but I answer. "Hello?"

"Aria? Did you get back from Syracuse yet?" Spencer asked.

"Uh, yeah. Like a couple hours ago. Why?"

"Um. Can you come to my house, like right now?" She sounded worried.

"Yeah, sure. I'll be there in five." I hung up. not caring what I looked like, I grabbed a jacket and went to Spencer's.

* * *

I knocked on the door of Spencer's house. Hanna answered, and gave me a hug before I would spill words from my mouth. I hugged back, and I felt so much comfort at once. I loved Hanna, and all the girls. I hugged Emily, then Spencer. When I asked why she wanted me to come over, she just motioned her head towards her living room.

I walked in to see Ezra. He looked no different than usual. His hair wasn't uncombed, his face didn't fall and he looked like he had ever felt pain from that horrible night. I wanted to smack him. So, not thinking about my actions, I stormed up to him and smacked him square on the cheek. He held his face in his hand and looked at me, like he was hurt.

"Aria let me explain.."