Zariah Ortiz

— life. Even as a kid.” My shoulders scrunched into a shrug as I lightly picked a piece of lint on my shorts.

— you’re thinking. But I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a hand in whatever happened. I shouldn’t weigh in on any of it, but it’s a little late for that now. The vibe was instantly different here from the moment I arrived. It feels like home as soon as you get here. I’ve never had that my entire —

— again, scooting forward a little to put a pillow behind my back, and pulling the other to lay across my stomach before relaxed again. “He seems like the type, honestly. I didn’t know him well, but what I do … I don’t like. And I don’t know anyone here well enough to know if you’re right in what —

I took a moment as I carefully settled on the bed, attempting to get comfortable. My gaze wandering to his shirtless form every now and then. It should be illegal to be that fine and be a genuinely nice guy because how the fuck do you resist that? Resting my back against the headboard, I winced —

-- walked over to the bed, wincing a little when I twisted to climb up on the mattress and hoping he didn't notice, but I knew he would.

-- no way for me to hide them because all my clothes were in the room with him. Sighing, I splashed some water on my face, and pulled my hair up into a messy bun, a few rogue curls escaping, but I didn't have the energy to fix them. After I brushed my teeth, I stepped back into the bedroom and --

-- change into these real quick, I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable." I hauled the bag back off the bed and set it on the floor before heading into the bathroom to change. I winced once I looked in the mirror. The bruises on my shoulders and back were worse not better, and now there was--

-- clouded a lot of his judgement and influenced his choices in ways it shouldn't have. SAMCRO is full of toxic ass people with the exception of a few. A very limited few." Slipping off my shoes, I pulled my bag over to the bed and dug through it to find a tank top and a pair of shorts. "I'm gonna--

-- squeezed his hand before opening my door and pulling him inside with me. "Jax wasn't around long when I first arrived in Charming. I had only been there a few months when he died. Or so I thought he died anyway. I feel like he had good intentions initially, but he's very selfish and that --

-- infatuation that became a nightmare. I do think at one point I might have loved him, but I was never in love with him. And that love I did have for him faded every time he abused me until it festered and turned to hatred. "I think I'd like that... no, I know I like that idea." I smiled, and --

-- a little, letting Manny tuck them both in before we left the room. My heart was pounding and I wasn't even sure why, there were a lot of things happening right now that I was not understanding. How did I have all these feelings? Why did I have them when I never did with Ty? Ty was a stupid --

Watching this man with kids was doing things to me I didn't even think were possible. Lord, I needed to get a grip. I felt horrible when Abel thought I was going to take him away, but I understood the thought. He had seen me around TM many times. I didn't want to upset him further, so I hung back --

— should take my time I just didn’t know if that was going to be an option because my mind, heart and body we all screaming different things and the same at the same time.

— whole story either, but I assumed there was one since they were both here and had a room. They went to bed with a lot less effort, and I switched off the light as we left. Now it was that awkward time. Do we say goodnight? Do we keep hanging out? I knew partly what I wanted, but I also knew I —

— like I ended up here because I was supposed to…” I wasn’t going to ask if he was okay, that much was obvious. Instead I just squeezed his hand. “The other two… they’re Jax’s right?” I asked quietly the boys were a little ahead of us and ducked into a room to the left. I didn’t know much of that —

— baby fever and ovary explosion. Jesus. Get it together, Zariah. Watching him with Gracie was quite literally melting me into a puddle and that little girl she could steal anyone’s heart. Once she was asleep we made our way down the hall again. “I guess everything really does happen for a reason —

— to not move super fast. You’ll understand once you know more…” the corners of my mouth twitcher into a smile, squeezing his hand lightly as we started walking back downstairs. Everyone looked so peaceful sleeping. It was kind of cute. Nothing was cuter than watching this man with kids. Talk about—

— into the hall. “Thank you. For tonight. And for everything…. I … I don’t even know how to process much right now, but I can already tell I’m much safer here. And happier. So I definitely think that yes… I’d like to do that… I just …” I paused and stopped walking for a moment. “I just… maybe need —

I don’t know why I loved the fact that we spent the evening watching Dirty Dancing with abuela as everyone seemed to call her. Something about it just seemed so perfect and it was the total opposite of what my evenings would normally be. Once Manny made sure that Abuela was asleep, I followed him —

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Ramblings of #Riven

-- on the movie.

-- right on Manny's lap. I didn't miss the way that she was looking me over, it was like she knew, even though I had put my sunglasses back on. My face was too bruised to even attempt covering with makeup. I didn't say anything else, I just let my body relax into Manny and focused my attention --

-- no idea how this shit worked. Especially not with Mayans. And even with the Sons, Ty didn't tell me shit. Walking into the room, I couldn't help but smile at the way Manny was with her. "It's nice to meet you." I smiled again, and I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I went and sat --

-- shitty relationship, and yet, here I am. I let him lead me into the elevator and up to the third floor. "I know Happy, I do trust him, I just... other than my brother I don't really trust any Sons right now... pero I noticed he didn't have his kutte... or does he just not wear it here?" I had --

Why I felt so comfortable with someone I had just met was beyond me, but I melted into his side when he put his arm around me. And those small circles his thumb was working into my back... they were stirring things that they definitely should not be. Not for somone who just got out of a --

-- to keep down the food I had just eaten.

-- wanted to show me off." I rolled my eyes, not even realizing I had said his name in front of Manny. "Stupid fucking gringo. Never again." I shook my head, shaking out my hands at the same time. Talking about him made me nervous and it made me sick to my stomach. It was taking everything I had --

-- was always part of the reason that Ty acted the way he did with me. Or at least that's the excuse he used. "Lo siento. I shouldn't have overstepped. Ty always said that I never stayed in my place. Didn't keep my mouth shut enough. I was supposed to be seen and not heard unless he decided he --

-- even thinking, I scooted a little closer to Manny. "He's right Santi... you don't even know the half of it. Hell, I don't even know the half of it. But I lived some of it. Next time just make the call..." It wasn't really my place, but I couldn't stop myself from saying something. I guess that --

-- want to see that damn town ever again. If my brother wanted to see me, he could see me anywhere except there. I immediately tensed when I heard the door open, unlike Manny I did not relax when I saw Happy, not at first. Once I realized he wasn't wearing his kutte I relaxed a little. Without --