Save Us - An Ezria Story - Discontinued

Chapter Nine

Aria's POV

Andrew stood up from the couch and slowly made his way over to me with his fists clenched.

"Where the hell were you?" He asked me angrily.

"I- I was j- just picking Anastasia up from my parents house," I stuttered.

"Don't lie to me, Aria," he raised his voice.

"I'm not lying, Andrew." I replied shakily.

"Yes you are. I got to come home last night and you weren't here."

"You got home last night?"

"WHERE THE HELL WERE YOU?" He screamed at me.

I opened my mouth to say something but I didn't know what to say so I closed my mouth and looked at the ground.

"You were with him, weren't you?" Andrew questioned, lowering his voice slightly.

"Who?" I asked quietly, looking back up at him.

"Mr. Fitz," he answered.

"His name's Ezra," I quickly replied without thinking.

"So you were with him?"

"Yes," I pretty much whispered.

Andrew's eyes widened and he grabbed both of my arms tightly.

"Andrew nothing happened," I lied.

"Then why were you with him?" He shouted.

"To talk about Anastasia," I answered because that was partly true.

"You told him?" He raised his voice more.

"He figured it out, I couldn't lie to him about his daughter," I replied. "I've done that long enough."

"What did I tell you? He wasn't supposed to find out!"

"He's her father and he had the right now know that and get to know her," I spoke slowly.

"He wasn't supposed to find out, Aria!" Andrew yelled, digging his nails into my arms.

"Andrew, you're hurting me," I lowered my voice even more.

"Do you think I care?" Andrew asked with a slight laugh.

"Please let go of me," I whimpered.

Instead of letting go, Andrew tightened his grip and pushed me against a wall.

"What happened between you two last night?" He asked me angrily.

"I already told you," I replied looking away from him.

Andrew let go of one of my arms and used his free hand to grab my face, forcing me to look at him.

"Don't lie to me!"

I didn't respond, I didn't know how to.

"You fucked him didn't you?"

"Why do you care? You don't love me! You don't give a damn about me! So why the hell do you care what I did with him?" I shouted back, instantly regretting it because I knew how Andrew would respond.