“Is this some sick joke?” I asked Zane. I’m still shocked about everything from the gas smell to the pictures. Who is doing this and why? Zane didn’t seem to be worried. “Oh God. I keep getting you into my bullshit.” I said guiltily. He rubbed my back trying to comfort me. “I told you before that I will protect you and I meant it. We will figure this out together.” I wanted to cry again but I couldn’t afford to be weak.Especially in front of him. “Ari?” Zane called.
“Yes?” I answered my voice almost breaking.
“You should file a police report. You probably can’t go back home right now, but you’re welcome to stay here. This can be your room and I can get you new clothes if you need me to.” Why was he being this nice to me? I don’t understand.
“I-I can’t stay here, I’ll
