Chapter 1 Aryana
Aryana
“Ugh, you stupid thing, SHUT UP!!” I’m seriously contemplating throwing this alarm clock across the room and breaking it into a million pieces.
Waking up at the crack of dawn yet again, I rolled over, forced my body out of bed and lazily hobbled my way to the bathroom to get ready for work. At this point, I can barely see straight. While I’m standing under the showerhead trying to wake myself up, I’ll give you a little insight about myself.
My name is Aryana Wilson, but my friends call me Ari. I am 21 years old; reaching an average height of 5’5; I have curly, chestnut-colored hair, with natural golden highlights that reach down towards my shoulder blades. My eyes are bright green and almond-shaped; my lips are full; and I have a smooth honey-beige complexion. I am curvaceous yet toned. So, in other words, I am thick and perky in all the right places.
I am a full-time caregiver at a local nursing home, and I volunteer at a local dog shelter three days a week. What can I say? I love helping people and animals. Though I love all animals, dogs are my favorite.
Aside from work, my life is pretty boring.
I broke up with my most recent mistake three months ago. Dustin was great in the beginning, you know, sweet and seemed to care. But all of that changed over time. He started cheating on me and his behavior turned dark. One time, I found blond hair inside his shirt and boxers, scratch marks on his back, and panties sticking out from under his bed.
When I confronted him, he’d always make up some lame ass excuse, “I must have scratched myself too hard,” or “the hair must have “magically” flown inside my clothes from the wind,” or my favorite, “my friend came over to do laundry and his girl’s panties must have fallen out and somehow ended up on the bedroom floor.”
I roll my eyes now just thinking about all of his excuses. But at the time, I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, even though his room smelled like s*x.
As time went on, he started forcing himself on me. I’d put up a fight at first, but then I’d give in knowing that if I pushed him too far, something really bad could happen to me. He was much stronger and could easily overpower me. So, I’d lay there like a dead f**k as he got himself off. He also messed with my head pretty badly.
Why didn’t I leave him sooner, you ask? Well, I was in love, or so I thought. I always thought of myself as a strong person. How could someone who is strong get “manhandled” as I did? I didn’t go to the police because I didn’t want to be seen as “weak and vulnerable.” I felt guilty at the thought of him getting into trouble because of me.
Anyway, now that piece of s**t calls me constantly, begging me to come back to him. Threatening that if he sees or hears of me with another man, he will kill him and make me watch. I don’t take him seriously because he makes a lot of empty threats. His bark is worse than his bite from what I’ve witnessed. However, it’s taking a toll on me emotionally and mentally and it’s starting to affect my work performance.
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I got out of the shower and dried off, before brushing my hair and teeth. My work uniform is pretty simple, and I don’t have to put in any thought about what I am going to wear. It’s the same thing all day, every day, blue scrubs.
I don’t need to worry about putting makeup on since I will just sweat it off or smear it. And I don’t have to worry about making my hair all fancy, because it goes up in either a ponytail, bun or braid to keep it out of my face.
Today, I opted to put my hair into a bun. I know that I have multiple showers to do, so I’ll end up getting really hot. On top of that, sometimes hair gets pulled by agitated residents (things happen, what can I say). I grabbed a bottle of water and a banana, then headed off to work.
The day went by without a hitch. Bathing, dressing, and entertaining the residents. Making them smile and listening to their stories. Aside from this being a stressful job, I love it. It makes my heart warm, and I feel like I actually have a purpose in life.
Kaya is my best friend and co-worker. She’s my “go-to” if I need assistance lifting or re-directing a resident. She has blond hair that is dyed bright pink at the ends. I love it. She is my height, and her complexion is slightly lighter than mine, with beautiful, but fierce brown eyes. She’s also a bit of a ”wild child” and doesn’t hold back about giving her opinion on things.
She’s been my rock since I left that douchebag, and if she’s present when he calls, she’ll grab the phone and give him a piece of her mind. I just sit back, smile, and thank her. Oh, and if you're thinking that it could have been her blond hair in Dustin's shirt, nope. I was with her the whole time that day.
