👻Zoe's P.O.V

I fisted my hair in complete frustration, biting my thumb all the while gazing at the unconscious and bloodied figure laying on the floor of my living room.

I would've tried to drag him upstairs but the fact that he weighed like a fucking horse crosses out all boxes of possibilities which only led me to the remaining option; pull him on the living room.

Why the fuck is he here? I thought. Of all the places he could've ask for help, he went to the person who he tried to kill!

There's only one way to find out.

I took a deep breath, carrying the object closer to his face before pouring the cold water on his face without hesitation.

A few moments passed. .

Nothing.

I immediately bent down to his frame and stared at him suspiciously. What the fuck? That usually does it tricks in the movie!

Ugh, should've known that was another scam done by them.

I felt a grimace form on my face at the sight of blood. This idiot is gonna make our living room look like a murder scene.

I looked up at the ceiling, mentally praying that my family would arrive home late. As in late to the point that that Aron regained his consciousness and is back to his villain ways point.

Right now though, he didn't look like the Aron Thompson who could bring a harm my way and so, I decided to be a good samaritan.

I took the first aid kit on the kitchen cabinet before finding a face towel to wipe off all the grime and blood on his face.

I leaned back slightly satisfaction once I was done and checked him for some weapons but instead found another problem.

"I'm fucking screwed," I whispered, my eyes gazing at the stab wound on his shirt that was bleeding blood like a girl on period.

"Why the hell didn't I notice this earlier?" I continued on, I felt the area around the wound and noticed that it wasn't that deep but he sure as hell needed stitches.

"What a sock! Going in here. . Haven't you heard the place called hospital?" I mumbled to myself.

I know for a fact that you can't risk moving someone with a cut and I sure as hell ain't gonna waste my energy and drag his heavy ass upstairs.

I hastily cut his shirt open with the kitchen scissors and placing his shirt on a garbage bag that I placed beside me.

"Fuck! I should've went to that fucking first aid program! Okay, calm down. Where's my phone?!" I stood up panicking, my eyes looking hastily for my phone.

I rolled my eyes when I realized it was only beside me and quickly took a hold of it.

"Okay! Google where the fuck are you? Okay okay, deep breath. How to stitch a wound?Wait no, a stab wound. Okay, search!"

A few minutes later and I was on the floor with the phone on my lap, a YouTube video playing on how to stitch a wound while I tried to insert the thread into the hole.

I unscrewed the cap on the freaking vodka that I took from Jack's Alcohol Cabinet and took a huge gulp.

I grimaced at the taste slightly before pouring it on the wound whilst occasionally checking if Aron is conscious.

"OK, you can do this Zoe! Deep breaths, you just have to stick the needle in and close this wound up." I nodded my head in encouragement before taking one last gulp of the vodka.

I was halfway through stitching when the phone suddenly rang, earning a slight jump of surprise from me.

I looked at my phone to see mom on the ID caller and let out a curse. I glanced at my bloodied hands before swiping it using my elbow and using my least bloodied finger to set it on speaker.

"H-hello?" There was an obvious high pitch on my voice and I bit my lip nervously.

"Don't act like you don't know this is your mother Zoe. We can't go home right now." Mom started off, my heart jumped in relief at her words.

I coughed lightly,"What? Why?" I said, making sure to sound like I was worried when in truth I was continuing to stitch Aron up.

"Your grandma is being her usual self and is insisting for us to stay here for the night. Jack's here too."

I could tell that they were in the living room because I can hear the TV playing and grandmas's voices along with Jack.

"Fine, I'll lock up tonight but you have to bring me some of grandma's brownies." I told her absentmindedly.

"I will, be safe okay? I love you." She said. I bid her a goodnight before ending the call as well.

I let out a sigh of relief and closed my eyes briefly, thanking the author up there for having my back.

Taking another gulp of Vodka, I focused back on my task, completely determined to keep this piece of shit alive.

"For a guy with a fit body, you sure weigh like a pig," I glared at the Aaron who was peacefully resting.

After stitching him up, I cleaned up the mess on the floor and finished wiping the blood off of him with no more surprise wounds.

Considering I was a good samaritan for tonight, I took a spare blanket from my room and gently placed it on him.

The stitches weren't perfectly done but atleast the wound isn't bleeding anymore and chances of getting it infected are somehow lessened.

My stomach grumbled hungrily, I glanced at the kitchen's doorway where my sphagetti was waiting for me before glancing back at Aaron.

He remained unconscious when I kicked him lightly and that was all the reassurance that I needed.

I took the bottle of vodka with me before making my way towards the kitchen. I heated my sauce up and prepared a plate of pasta.

My mouth was watering at the heavenly scent and my stomach grumbled in agreement. I decided to call Eliki in hopes to ask her for some advice.

Clearly, I'm not a sane person because any sane person would've called the police if some bloodied guy came knocking on my doorstep.

Especially if that person tried to kidnap you, once.

"I need your advice," I told her the moment she picked up my call.

I could hear her let out a snort."Yeah and then what? You do the exact opposite that I say?" She sassed, earning an eye roll from me.

"Usually when you say something, you actually mean the opposite thing. I just did what you should've said." I replied, delicately twisting my spaghetti using my fork.

I totally don't get why but we usually do the opposite thing that we're asked or expected to do. Maybe it's the thrill of proving someone wrong the reason why we do it?

Eliki laughed."You're a fucking idiot Zoe. Now, tell me about it." She said, a sound of shuffling can be heard in the background.

I paused, stuffing the spaghetti in my mouth. I nodded to myself liking the way it tastes. How should I tell her? Oh well.

"A bloodied Aron Thompson came knocking on my door and I stitched him up through youtube." I answered, gulping my food down.

A long pause before Eliki let out a weird sound."What? Aron Thompson? The rich motherfudger who thinks he's the shit?" She asked.

I nodded unconsciously."Yes, that motherfudger."

Eliki expressed her dislike the very moment I mentioned his name and had earned himself at her kill list when she found out what he did.

"You idiot! The advice is obvious! Call the police and have him locked up." Eliki scolded.

"Okay, I won't call the police. I have to interrogate him myself first." I nodded at her words, completely expecting it.

Eliki groaned."You're one strong female Z but even the strongest can be taken down. Are you sure about this?" She said, her tone worried.

"Don't worry. I have a plan." I smirked, my fear from earlier vanishing.

Twenty minutes later and I was on our living room couch with my bloated stomach, sleepily eyeing Aron who was still unconscious.

All the doors and windows were locked and double checked. Heck, I even had to re-lock it a few times to assure myself.

I let out a yawn, tightening my hold on the frying pan that I had with me. I glanced at the rope that I tied on his feet and the other end being tied tightly on the couch's feet.

Don't judge me, this clearly works from what I've seen in tangled and this is the easiest weapon that I had thought of.

The plan is simple, if he doesn't cooperate then hit him with this pan and don't let him go. I leaned back in the couch, excited at the fact of having the upper hand this time.

This was not the expectation that I had in mind on how I'm gonna spend my night but everything happens for a reason.

I was wondering how he knew where I lived but this guy a rich motherfudger who probably used his connection.

Guess he isn't only an asshole but he's a stalker too.

I'm guessing that the person responsible for this had much more advantage than him. My brows knitted lightly, remembering the time he had his goons with him. Why couldn't they protect him?

All these questions made my head pound and it didn't help that I drank some alcohol earlier. I guess I just have to wait for this motherfudger to wake up.

I let out another yawn, scratching my stomach lightly. I briefly closed my eyes and bam, was pulled into the drifting waves of sleep.

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