Privacy. She was seventeen and she honestly couldn’t remember the last time she had any real privacy. Honestly, the only time Aspyn got alone was when she would sneak out of the apartment she had shared with her mother and brother and even then she rarely stayed away for long. She hated leaving Ash alone with Saylor; she didn’t trust her mother and she had good reason. There was a part of her that loved the idea of all of this space, just for her; but there was also a piece of Aspyn that was afraid of how open it was.
Lost in her own thoughts and worries, she had to catch up again as Ryder proceeded back downstairs. The pale blonde smiled lightly as her Uncle grumbled about vegans and such, “No. I like real food.”
Eagerly agreeing to a shower, Aspyn made her way back to the bedroom on the third floor, stopping momentarily to peer down toward the living area where she could hear Ryder bustling about in the kitchen. The bathroom was just as clean and modern at the rest of the décor and instead of a bath, the teen decided on a shower with the thought it would be quicker. There was a modest selection of toiletries present but Aspyn wasn’t picky, she was content with anything to help wash away the grime of the last two weeks. After discarding her clothes, she allowed herself a moment to just be and that is when she broke down, the tears wracking her slim body. Her mother was gone, she would never see her brother again and she’d been dumped like waste in this place. It was knowing that Ryder was here that kept her from running right off of the balcony to end what felt like a forever of feeling numb.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed before she was able to collect herself, but at least Aspyn felt clean. Dry, she peeked out of the bathroom to see a pair of pajama pants and a shirt folded neatly on the bed. She slipped into them and laughed as the pants slipped right off of her legs and back to the floor. She ended up having to roll the waistband over a number of times to get them to stay around her hips; the arms required almost as much work. Confident that she wouldn’t embarrass herself, Aspyn made her way back downstairs, following the sweet scents of meat. “Can I help?” she asked as she rejoined her Uncle. “I can’t remember the last time we had something homemade,” she murmured, not realizing it was another clue to how bad her predicament had been. “It smells wonderful.”