Be warned, in this chapter there is rape! Possibly it may be rated an M, but I am a (younger) teen and have written it.
Also it is on the shorter side, however the story for Aria is a lot to take in.
-Bean
Spencer PoV
I knocked on the door to Aria's house and then stepped back waiting for her to answer. She didn't. I knew I shouldn't but I tried the door and it was open. I was worried in case anything had happened to her, so I cautiously went inside. Soon enough I was at the door of Aria's room quietly knocking on it and then opening it calling Aria's name. The sight that stood before me was horrific. All of her possessions were scattered all over her floor, and her phone was smashed to pieces.
I gasped at what I saw on the floor, large blotches of red were littered around, and a knife was dropped on the floor, covered in blood. Spencer was smart. She knew the difference between fake and real blood.
That blood was real.
Spencer shivered as she pulled out her phone to call the police. Her phone suddenly bleeped. A new text.
1 liar down, 3 to go. Don't worry Spencer, Aria's in a better place now! I wouldn't worry your pretty little head about you and your friends now though, I'm not going to kill anyone else, adleast for the time being.
-A
A had also attached a picture, of which I hesitantly opened. The screen was even more horrific than the scene, causing me to cry hysterically. Aria's neck was dripping with blood and her eyes were tightly shut.
Aria was dead.
This had gone too far, A had killed Aria. The police were the only option. So without any regrets I called the police.
Aria PoV
When I awoke I had a terrible pain in my side and a crushing headache. I realised I was laid on a bed, as my eyes opened further I realised I was on my own bed in my own room, perhaps it was just a nightmare?
But my own optimism was crushed as I noticed the blinking light above me in one of the corners of the room, I was being recorded. My heart lurched as I jumped up and opened the curtains of my room. There was no view of the street opposite, there was just a cold stone concrete wall. Hyperventilating I ran over to the door, it was locked. Without thinking I started kicking and screaming at the door until I had ran out of energy, I collapsed in tears.
After what felt like hours later the door swung open, revealing a semi-muscular man on the other side, wearing a mask that covered his face down to his nose, his lips were a bright red colour and were actually quite creepy compared to the white mask. Terrified I shuffled backwards as he stepped further inside the door, closing it behind him.
He took a step towards me and grabbed me by my shirt. Without saying a word he pinned me against the wall and pressed his rough lips to mine. He then started to reach his cold hands under my shirt, feeling my breasts and squeezing them painfully. He pulled away from my lips to catch his breath and I screamed as loud as I could, but then the man proceeded to pull out a knife and hold it to my stomach. I then remembered, I was pregnant. As soon as I stopped screaming out of panic he would hurt the baby, he pressed his lips to mine and started to use the knife to cut off my clothes. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, as I shouted for him, whoever he was to stop. My top was off and my pyjama trousers fell to the floor, he then reached behind me and unclasped my bra, all whilst I was begging him to stop. Finally he took his knife and ripped off my last piece of dignity- my pants.
Soon enough he was naked too and I couldn't help but realise the difference between him and Ezra, Ezra was kind and gentle, this man, whoever he was, pinned my down and forced himself on top of me. I felt like crying, but I had no tears left to. I was dehydrated and hungry, weak and tired. How can you be yourself, when you seem to be having an out of body experience? Slowly I started to lose consciousness, thanking my life for giving me the pleasure.
"Don't you dare lose consciousness on me!" He snarled at me, in a familiar voice, punching me in the nose. I whimpered in pain as he carried on, the indescribable feeling of torture as I felt him inside me, and his repetitive moans of pleasure, how could he enjoy something so sickening?
After what felt like days of his disgusting torture he finally pulled away, leaving me naked and in a heap on my bed. All I could do was cry what little tears I had left, and clutch my stomach. I did feel a small bump. Then the familiar urge of pain that I had woken up with rushed over my as I accidentally brushed my hand past the left side of my torso. Hesitantly I looked Dow and saw a swollen, deep cut, that looked as if it had spewed a lot of blood- in the shape of an A.
