This chapter is long. I almost deleted this chapter because I didn't feel I did enough justice to the chapter, but I rewrote and edited and re-read and I think this is close to what I wanted. Phew! Anyway this is the first Aaron's POV I pray it isn't the last. A lot is happening with him and I wanted to show it using his POV. Thank you for reading. Leave your comment. Please keep voting and commenting. They always make my day.
Part 4 Zera’s POV I don’t know how long I stayed there on the floor with my face buried between my legs, but I knew a few hours had passed by. I also got a little sleep with a very weird dream attached to it. My head still ached, but not as much as it did when I confronted Aaron, and it could be because I had no one to aggravate me yet. If I had taken the herbal tea Aaron’s brother, Ivan, brought over earlier, perhaps the headache would have gone faster, but Aaron stepped in and stopped me from having it. ‘You could have taken it when he first offered it to you, but you wanted to be dramatic.’ The voice in my head reminded me. I haven’t moved an inch in the last few hours. I stayed with my head buried between my legs and my eyes shut. I have thought about a lot of things. From my life to my family and loved ones, and then to my job and my home. I wonder if I could return to it and live life as I did before. The answer is no; I’d never be able to live the innocent, naïve life I o
I didn’t struggle with Ivan as he took my hand to have a look at it. I sat in bed exhausted, with no more strength left in me and a pounding head. I had spent half an hour after Aaron left with Zion, crying my eyes out in pain. I didn’t even know when Damor left the room, and I didn’t care. My heart had been broken into a million pieces and was bleeding beyond repair. I wanted to wallow and being left alone helped me do that.Aaron was taking away my son. He was doing it before my very eyes. He had denied me my son, only to bring him back when I had had enough of his games and snapped. Now Zion will believe something is wrong with me. He probably believes I am crazy and am even going to hurt him.You were crazy, and you might not have had intentions of harming him, but you were harming yourself, and he saw that, too. Aaron might have laid out the cards, but you played right into it as he wanted.Ivan dipped the towel in his hand into the bowl of warm water on the bed, and he pried my h
It didn’t take long for the food to arrive after he stepped out, and unlike the other times, I didn’t argue when the food came this time. I ate like a starving animal. Well, I was starved, and I was also a higher animal, and I could see the look Damor, who brought the food, gave me from the corner of my eyes. I paid no mind to him. Among the both of us, one hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours, and that person’s name wasn’t Damor.I reached for the glass of milk on the tray, and I gulped it down, sighing in relief. The rice and fish tasted heavenly, but I couldn’t compare them to the ones Aaron made for me years ago. It was so delicious, and I hadn’t forgotten it even after so long. Perhaps it tasted better because I liked him.I burped, picked up the glass of water, and gulped it down my throat.When I finished, Damor beckoned to a maid I didn’t know was on standby. And she took the empty tray away. With the strength I got from the food I ate, I informed the man still in the room wi
I couldn’t sleep. I was awake until midnight, restless and thinking. Dinner came just as Aaron promised, and it was delicious. I ate in my room, and a few hours later, I retired to bed but didn’t sleep. Countless and never-ending thoughts clouded my mind, and it was none other than leaving and finding safety and sanity away from all of this. I felt stuck and needed an escape from everything.I wanted protection more than anything, but at what cost? Losing it all to Aaron? First, I’d lose Zion, and then my senses. Was it worth it?I sat up in bed and ran my hand over my face, wanting to step out but knowing the door may be locked. After sitting and staring at it, I took my chances. I moved to the door and turned its knob. It opened to my surprise, and wasting no time, I stepped out.The hallway had no light, and I did not know where my legs were taking me, but I didn’t stop walking. I couldn’t remember the path Zion and I went through yesterday when we took a walk, but I wanted to get o
I ran over to the door and banged on it as loud as I could for a while, then pulled it open. I found Aaron still at the door, facing me, as if he had stood waiting for me. My breath hitched as once again our faces came extremely close.“You’re a nightmare, Zera. In case no one has told you that before, I want to be the first.” He said this, stepping forward, and this made me back away. “One minute you look happy, and the next you’re a walking chaos.”I didn’t want to be a nightmare or chaos, but he wasn’t giving me much of a choice.My brow furrowed. “So, are you just here to tell me that?”“Yes,” he answered, his voice sounding anything but reasonable. “You have the natural talent of driving me crazy; not a lot can do that.”That was not a compliment, but my heart had already decided to take it as such.“I just want my freedom; is that too much to ask?” I raised a brow but spoke in a softer tone of voice.“It is when your freedom comes at the price of your life. You might hate me; I d
A week or two weeks ago, the very thought of Aaron disappearing from our lives would have given me so much joy that I would have thrown a party, but now knowing what I know, I feel like a horrible person for everything. I am a horrible person.I cheated him. I cheated him of the years he could have gotten to know his son. I knew he would have given anything to be a part of Zion’s life.“I can’t,” I said with a small voice. It was the truth; I couldn’t bring myself to leave. My legs felt stuck.He sighed and said nothing else.I wanted to ask many questions, but I couldn’t ask why he didn’t tell me of his condition because we weren’t even friends to begin with. Last I checked, I hated him. The only thing that joined us was our son, and that wasn’t enough reason for him to open himself up to me. Besides, there was nothing I would or could have done to help.“I want to be alone,” he said. “Please leave.”“I can’t,” I said again, and I wanted to move at this point, but I didn’t find the st
I didn’t see or hear from Aaron the rest of the day, and I didn’t expect to see him. He must have figured out I was the crazy one after my confession and chose to distance himself from me.I deserved it. I was the villain; all the while, I thought I was the victim, but sitting still and thinking everything through made me realise I pointed the finger at the wrong person all those years.I saw things clearer now, and coming out with the truth didn’t make me less of a bad guy.Sleep didn’t come easy; a lot stayed on my mind. I had come out with the truth, which had weighed on me for the past five years, but I still didn’t feel good.I laid in bed with my mind fixed on the way forward, and not long after that, I fell asleep...... This wasn’t how I thought it would happen, but it was here, and there was no going back. I dragged myself to the table where my bag was, groaning in pain with every step I took. My water had just broken, and it meant the baby was coming, and I was all alone in
Part 4Either I saw Aaron in my room, sitting on the other corner of my bed, or I must have been dreaming. But when my eyes cleared up, I saw that indeed he was on my bed, sitting with his back facing me. I pulled myself up to sit down and slowly rubbed my sleepy, swollen eyes before calling his name.“Aaron?” Did he miss his road or something? Because last I checked, this was the room I’ve been in all this time, right? Or did I miss it?“I waited for you after that weekend,” he said, speaking as if he knew I was already awake and able to comprehend what he was saying. “At first I thought you needed the time to think and find out what exactly it was you wanted, and I was willing to wait, but days turned into weeks and weeks into months, and I realised perhaps you have forgotten about the weekend, forgotten about us, and forgotten me. Perhaps you weren’t the one, and I had to move on as well. It was what I needed to do. My existence depended on it,” he explained, and I had little clarit