Rewriting My Broken Vows

CHAPTER 5

Choose Not to Break

POV: Aria

"Come home now, Aria... or I'll tell him what you did last night."

It gets cold for me to hold the phone.

I went over the message one more time.

Alternatively.

Something in me is changed, but the words are the same.

Earlier today.

The things I learn are quick.

Incredibly too fast.

Looking for What Did I Do?

There is not one.

That is the way things are.

However, Vanessa doesn't need to know the truth.

She just needs to be in charge.

At first I lift my head slowly.

It's him looking at me.

Do not move yet.

“What’s wrong?” he asks.

It's quiet, but his voice is sharp.

I look at him through the phone without saying anything.

He reads it entirely.

No response.

Not a surprise. He just said, "Blackmail." Saying "Yes.

"Do you get what she mean?"

Somewhat I shake my head. "Not at all." But it doesn’t matter. It's possible for her to make something up.

And then he stays looking at me for a little longer.

"Why are you still standing here?"

It hurts more than I thought, the question.

I'm afraid of it.

When I was there before, I did pay attention.

Most recently, I went back because.

This happened to me.

There is tightness in my chest.

I go back and read the message again.

I lock the phone after that.

A little voice told me, "She wants me to go back."

“Go ahead.

Her fear is that I will lose it.

That's right.

I look upwards.

"No, I am not."

We need to take a break.

Not much of one."

Although I see it.

""Excellent," he answers.

I'm carrying air.

Take it slow.

Quite deeply.

No changes were made to the fear.

They hear me and say, "I'm going back." But now it's not in charge.

Somewhat furrowed his eyes.And that goes against what you just said.

There's no more obeying her, I tell her. Looking at her again.

Do not talk.

He looks at me very closely now and asks, "Are you sure?" I say, "No, I'm not."

Still, I nod anyway.

Saying "Yes,"

I have to because I can.

He comes closer.

"You go into that house and do what I say," he tells me. Don't move quickly. No feelings are involved.

I almost let out a laugh.

Feelings?

In the end?

I will attempt it.

"That isn't good enough."

He has eyes that I look into.

"Then I won't try," I say in a soft voice. "I will."

Once more, there was silence.

Thereafter, he says, "Fine." Toggle your phone around. I'm going to listen.

Do I hear you? I blink my eyes. "Unclear what you mean?

Taking something small out of his pocket, he looks at it.

Skinny Black Guy Says, "Put that in your bag." I feel like it speaks to me.

One second of looking at it.

Go ahead and take it.

Extremely cold.

Like how he looks overall. "You tell me you don't trust me,"

I understand why he says that: "I don't trust anyone."

I put the thing in my bag.

And my heart starts to beat faster again.

That's not because I'm scared.

Concerning what will happen.

He tells him to "go."

I give a single nod.

Later I turn around.

It's not the same street anymore.

Unsafe.

There it is. Unlike usual.

It feels like every time I walk, I run into something I know.

Your car is ready.

Similar.

The one who will show me the way home.

Go back to the place where I died.

In front of it, I stop.

I'm holding the door handle.

Shortly.

Then I took it out.

Allow yourself to enter.

Nothing loud happens on the ride.

There is too little noise.

The driver isn't talking.

This is also true for me.

The city can be seen from my window.

Yes, I do.

Not really, though.

which is not how I am.

My phone rings once more.

I got another letter.

Valerie.

"Don't make me wait."

What am I looking at?

Take action.

"On its way."

After that, there are three dots almost right away.

"Good girl," he said next.

I push harder.

Not anymore.

The car gets off.

I can see the house in front of me.

Hugely.

Excellent.

Haha.

My steps are slow as I leave.

It's heavy here.

The way it remembers.

Heading for the door, I do.

Step steadily.

In charge of every breath.

While I'm knocking, the door opens.

She stands there.

Naturally, she is.Grateful.

Says in a whisper, "Here you are." It was making me nervous.

I'm looking at her.

Check it out: it's the same face.

Similar voice.

He was the one who saw me die.

Saying, "I'm here."

She gets up and walks away.

His words to me were, "Come in."

She is in front of me.

The house looks the same.

Sincere.

Stop talking.

There is too little noise.

The boy Ethan is in the living room.

Holding on.

When I walk in the door, he sees me right away.

Very sharp and cold.

This is not like the past.

He knows there's a problem.

"Aria," he answers.

He uses a different form of my name.

I stop when I get to him.

No words are spoken for a moment.

"What happened today?" he asks.

Right on target.

Alright.

"Don't be silly," Vanessa says behind me.

So close to smiling.

Seriously?

That's original.

There's a sigh.

Be patient.

Be watchful.

I tell you that you rushed me. "I didn't want to sign."

Ethan clenches his jaw.

Unlike you.

"I know it."

Somewhat narrowed, his eyes.

"What's modified?"

Absolutely nothing, but I don't say that.

I say, "No, I started to notice."

Lack of sound.

Big and heavy.

Vanessa comes up.

It sounds like you're weird, but I might be too.

Ethan comes up to me on foot.

"Who do you talk to?" he inspects.

The inquiry was a sharp one.

No problem.

Extremely harmful.

It makes my heart skip.

Nevertheless, I keep my face cool.

"No one,"

But it's a necessary evil.

In the meantime.

It seems like he looks me over.

Not far enough away.

"Give me your phone," he says next.

It felt awkward.

There's tightness in my chest.

Not sure what to do.He says it again: "Your phone." Here we go.

Vanessa doesn’t do anything.

She stood there and watched.

There you have it.

An exam.

I can't stop myself if I give it to him.

As soon as I don't do it, everything goes crazy.

A little curl forms in my fingers at my sides.

Mentally, I'm quick.

It moves too quickly.

Simply pick.

Here we go.

I observe him.

Directly into his eyes

Then—I shrug my shoulders.

"Not at all."

Our word is private.

Go to hell.

Lastly.

Ethan pauses.

Vanessa's smile goes away slowly.

Invigorating air.

Sh

orten. Difficult. "You messed up." He talks softly.

I'm not breaking down. Saying, "Maybe."

My heart beats fast.

I won't break, though.

This time, not so much.

I even whisper that I might have stopped making them.