Eight days, four hours, seventeen minutes.
It was like the day was dragging on, second by second.
Wesley still hadn't called Ezra, or informed him where he was. He couldn't do anything. No one would let him see Aria, no one would let him speak to her. It was.. Slowly... Sending... Him insane. He still had all of her things how she had left it. The random magazines on the table, her clothes scattered amongst the apartment here and there. As each day passed, he seemingly lost the brightness of his life, giving up hope bit by bit.
That's when there was a shuffling behind the door, followed by a knock, and a ding of his phone. Ezra knew right there and then, but he couldn't bring himself to answer the door. Was he really ready to see the so called brother that completely ruined his life? That tore away his girlfriend? Course not.
"You can answer the door now, idiot." Wesley said in a teasing tone, which made Ezra's blood boil. It was as if nothing had happened. Ezra knew one thing for sure; If he went crazy at Wesley, and actually did what he'd wanted to do for month, Wesley would just walk out. He couldn't push Wesley out again, if he wanted his girlfriend back. Slowly, and by slowly he means, taking it one step per minute, Ezra reached the door, pulling it open to see a rather mucky looking Wesley.
He looked himself, but his clothes weren't like they usually were. Worn and old. "It's good to see you." Ezra said in the brightest tone that he could, clicking the joints of his fingers one by one.
"I could say the same!" Wesley said enthusiastically, giving Ezra a pat on the shoulder and walking right into the apartment. He rolled his eyes at the mess, grimacing. "I see that you cleaned up."
"Well, my girlfriends in prison right now for your murder." He spun around, his jaw dropping at his brothers words. Aria had gotten the blame.
"She wasn't supposed to get the blame for that."
"Then who was, Wesley? Because if it's not her, then I need to help her." Wesley stayed quiet, grabbing a can of cherry cola from the fridge, plopping down on the sofa. "Wesley. She needs you to help her."
"I'm supposed to be dead, in case you've forgotten." Was all Ezra got back, as Wesley pushed the magazines down onto the floor, his feet resting in the spot that the magazines were on just a few seconds earlier.
"Wesley, she'll go down for this. If you're in love with someone, you don't let them go to jail." Everything grew silent then, except the Television. "If you loved my girlfriend, or if you have any ounce of guilt inside of you for what you did, you will help her."
"I can't!"
That was it. Ezra couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't going to play nice. He roughly grasped Wesley by the collar of his shirt, yanking him to his feet in an instant.
"Do you know what she's been through because of you? What we've been through? How many times I've had to listen to her cry because everything's so messed up now! Why? Because you didn't stop when she said no." Ezra paused, purposely, to let his words sink in , before continuing. This was sure to make him crack. "How did it feel, Wesley?"
Wes tried to push himself free of Ezra's grip, falling back down onto the couch. "What're you talking about?"
Ezra laughed dryly, shaking his head in fake amusement. "You were sat right there, Wesley. How did it feel, to have her screaming beneath you?"
"Stop." Wesley spat out through gritted teeth. He didn't want to be reminded, not now.
"Squirming and pushing against your chest? Trying, begging you to stop. What, did that make you feel better about yourself? That you made /MY/ girlfriend got through that, my girlfriend, Wesley. She's so afraid of you, she cries hers-"
He was cut off then, by Wesley letting out a loud yell, shaking his head as he clung to his hair tightly.
"I didn't mean it. I want to take it back, I do."
Ezra leant forward, his arms folded across his chest as he spoke.
"Then let her go home free."
Aria hadn't had as much as a phone call in the last three days. It was insane how much your perspective changed when you were locked up all the time. Thanks to a fight that involved seven girls against one, Aria was working a fat lip, swollen nose and black eye, the inmates called it the "common look."
Finally, she had eaten something. Sure, it was only a bowl of some uncalled mush, but it did the job. Aria didn't feel faint anymore.
She missed Ezra, more than words could say. She missed being able to fall asleep with his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. The nightmare that she had had the previous night, it couldn't be soothed away by Ezra. It was stuck fresh in her mind, the memory of him screaming and crying out for her making her head spin, and her heart melt. She could see the fear in his eyes, Just like in her nightmare, when she tried to reach out to him. He didn't want her anymore.
With a reluctant sigh, the short officer, pushed open the cell door, folding her arms tightly over her chest. Why couldn't this stupid case be over already? Aria didn't say a thing, only pulled her knees up to her chest, the sudden gust of cold wind causing her to shiver.
"It seems that the person you killed isn't as dead as you think." Aria's brows knitted together at the short ladies words, and she raised to her feet, playing with the ends of her hair nervously. What the hell was that supposed to mean? Was she talking about Wesley? No, of course not. Dead, remember? "Come on then, before someone else is charged."
Aria nervously followed behind the small woman, ignoring the stares of the taller, more bulky women watching her.
And that's when she saw him, stood at the end of the corridor, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for her to finally be in his arms again.