I Was Never Yours - Episode 7
06-09-25 (15:19)
I avoided Zach for the better part of the trip and while
I attempted to ignore him, he made efforts for
reconciliation. He would make the most delicious
breakfast every morning and leave it outside my
bedroom door. When I would eventually come down,
he'd attempt to strike up rather uneasy conversations.
He stopped going out of town and volunteered to take
me sightseeing but I had made up my mind to ignore
him. He had to realize the immensity of the mistake he
had made. He had likened me to a tradable object;
passed from one man to another once they're done. I
had been traded to him in place of my family's honour
and now he'd trade me to Noah to relieve his guilty
conscience.
On the last day of the trip, I yet again spent the
majority of my time in my room, packing, wandering
about and staying restless. I wasn't sure which was
worse, staying here in the rather awkward limbo we
were in or going back to New York to the Price
Mansion which held the most horrid memories for me.
I could've sworn a couple of weeks back that the
place would drive me insane but now I had this
strange sense of longing for the absurd normalcy it
brought. I would go back to being confined to the
dreary room and Zach would go back to being
oblivious of my existence; we would work in perfect
harmony. As I shut the suitcase, I realized that I had
made up my mind. New York it was.
"Would you like me to carry that bag for you?" Zach
asked, pointing to a particularly heavy bag slung across
my shoulders. I knew that my muscles would ache
from the force I was exerting on them by carrying it
but my pride didn't allow me to relinquish it. Zach
needed to find another damsel to carry around. I
ignored him and kept walking towards the departure
lounge. I heard him sigh behind me and I felt nothing.
He could do whatever he wanted, I didn't care
anymore.
The plane ride was slow and torturous. Despite my
efforts to change my seat, I was still stuck with a
husband who didn't know when to shut up.
"Do you want me to order something for you from the
catalogue?"
"How do you like your fish, it's nicely seasoned isn't it?"
"I hate crying babies. Why do the airlines even allow
people to bring infants onboard?"
He went on and on and on and I resisted the urge to
smack my head against the small plane window or to
simply jump out of it. The only thought which kept me
from more suicidal pondering was knowing that I'd get
to eat our cook's killer pot roast when we got back. I
hated to admit that I had never eaten something that
tasted half as good.
When the flight ended, I couldn't have moved any
faster. I got up to grab my hand luggage from the
overhead cabin but a hand reached it before I could.
The Rolex on his wrist was a telltale sign of who the
person was.
"I got it!" I huffed as I tried to push Zach out of my
way but he had the upper hand, being taller, stronger
and less prone to childish antics. He easily moved me
out of his way and grabbed all my bags, leaving me
with just my purse. He lifted them easily, as if they
didn't weigh a ton and maneuvered us outside to
baggage claim. I walked behind him, glaring constantly
and I swear I heard him chuckle.
We collected the rest of our stuff in silence and went
outside to look for the limo that automatically stood
out. I cringed as we walked, the events that had
played out when I was last here immediately making
me panic. Had Lexie told him? How would he react?
How was he going to deal with all this?
"Earth to Arianna, hello?" I blinked as Zach waved his
hand in front of me, looking annoyed. I shook my head
slightly to get rid of Noah's heartbreaking face from
my mind and focused my attention on Zach.
"What?" I snapped at him and he pinched the bridge of
his nose, exhaling heavily.
"I asked you if it was okay if we made a stop on the
way to the house?" he asked and I looked at him
confused. Where would he want to go at this time of
the night? It was nearly eleven.
"Is it important?" I whined as we settled into the car,
the heat from the car heater immediately warming me
up.
"It sort of is, I wouldn't be asking you if it wasn't," he
stated in a matter-of-fact voice. Great, we'd been in
New York barely ten minutes and he was back to his
snarky self. Typical boy.
"Fine then, do whatever you want," I said quietly,
leaning my head against the seat and closing my eyes.
I needed sleep.
Zach poked me gently as the car came to a halt and
after pretending to be deep in sleep, I opened my
eyes. Truth was that I couldn't go to sleep near him; I'd
never allow myself to be that vulnerable. The driver
opened my door and I got out, the cold assaulting my
senses. I shivered and my teeth started chattering; I
shoved my hands in my pockets and moved closer to
the car in hopes of getting some warmth.
"Where are we?" I asked Zach in a shaky voice as he
came around the other side to stand next to me.
"We're here to see someone," he said simply as he
began walking up the street to a rather tattered-
looking apartment building.
"Someone who?" I relented, walking behind him as
fast as I could possibly manage. He could possibly kill
me due to hypothermia and he'd decided now to be
cryptic.
As he stopped in front of the door, he took a deep
breath and focused his blue eyes on me. There was an
unreadable emotion in them, almost like he was afraid
of telling me what he knew. If they weren't already
there due to the cold, I knew I'd get goosebumps.
"Someone who could possibly tell us where' your sister
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