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"Silver Crest High" Author Note (Only author in the fact that I wrote the piece, I do not hold any rights to the characters or content that is similar to the books, it all that belongs to Sarah J. Maas): I have the hope that I will be able to try and update every Monday, until I finish this story. I am sorry I have been really inconsistent, and I just hope I can be better at this. I need my dash of weekly writing and so I thought that I would do this. I realize I am just blathering now, so I am going to just say, this part of the story is going to get emotional. I am just warning that Tamlin will not be "acting like a gentleman," per say, so if you have an issue with this, I recommend not reading at least the Feyre section. If you find that you skip it, but want the summary of what happened, go to the bottom of the story where there will be a brief, clean summary, that leaves out as much of the super emotional dark stuff as possible.

Chapter 4–True Colors

Aelin POV:

I woke up on my bed, shuddering violently, a scream on my lips. I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to block out the awful dream I had just had. A nightmare. It had been a nightmare. So bad, it had been, that I was still shaking. I tried to not think about it, but the memory of it came back, flooding through my mind like a tsunami drowning everything in its path.

I stood in a hallway. Thunder cracked outside the window, making the house, to my eight year old self, seem to shake. The floorboards creaked as I slowly made my way to my parent's bedroom. It was dark and I jumped as thunder rumbled in the distance. Shadows danced across the floor as they skittered away from the phone I held up, using the light emanating from it as a flashlight.

I reached my parent's room and, turning off the phone, climbed into bed with them. The bed felt wet and sticky. The window was open and I thought that I might have heard footsteps. But, like a young child, I hid under the covers, snuggling up to my parents.

Time flashed forward and there was a scream, and I took in the scene, red all over the bed, all over me, and my parents' throats slit from ear to ear. The cuts looked like ugly bright red smiles, set too low on the body. I opened my mouth to scream, only to throw up all over the bed on top of the bodies.

Time slipped again and I was in a courtroom, standing up as the judge called me up to the stand. I told them what had happened, tears streaking down my young face. The attorney helped me down, gave me a hug and deposited with my cousin, Aedion. It had been a comfort to have him there, and I buried my face in his chest.

Darkness encompassed me again for a second before I found myself in a room, sitting in front of a desk. Aedion paced in the corner, turning back and forth. Then a door opened. Two men stepped through, both wearing business suits. One had brown hair and brown eyes and I barely acknowledged him, my eyes flying over the other man. His crimson hair and silver eyes seemed overly excited, eager. I shrunk away from him. "Aelin, this is you new guardian: Arobynn Hamel." His silver smile was the last thing I saw before time slid.

I was in a room, the lights dim, and Arobynn close by. He was holding something. "You have been a very bad child, haven't you?" I shook my head, I didn't know what he was talking about.

He raised an eyebrow before saying, "Denying won't get you anywhere, you were bad and you deserve punishment." He released part of what he was holding onto, and a long strip of leather uncoiled onto the ground. "Tern, Harding." Arobynn signaled two thugs to grab onto me. In the process, I somehow lost my shirt. The whip rose as he lifted his hand. His smile was a flash of white as I started to cry, and my lips parted into a scream as the leather connected with my young unmarred flesh–

I shuddered as I broke out of my memory, shoving it down, far down, and locking it into a deep, dark chest. I sat there, and after a while the shaking subsided.

I glanced at the clock: 4:00am. Gods! It was early! However, I wasn't going to fall back asleep any time soon. Sighing, I decided to go to the school training center. If I wasn't going to sleep, I might as well train.

I grabbed a sports bra and a pair of leggings, pulling them on. I tied my hair back in a messy ponytail as I left the room, heading down the dim halls. It was still dark outside, and the only lighting that I had was from the moon. I went down a flight of stairs, another. Down a few more halls and I came to the training center.

Pushing the doors open I stepped in and turned on the lights. I wasn't surprised to not see anyone else there, it was ridiculously early. I wrapped my hands before walking to a punching bag.

I slammed my fist into it, putting all of my anger and fear into it. It shook, rocking back. As it came back, I punched it again, and then kicked it as it came at me again. I continued this in a similar way for the gods only knew how long. Slamming into the bag with all of my rage and fear, I didn't realize when the tears had started to fall down my face, but at some point, it just become all too much, and I was just done. Done with everything; the world, life, people. Done with it all. I saw the tears drip onto the floor, a light pitter patter that continued every few seconds.

I raised my hands to my face, trying to wipe away the tears, but they kept coming. Soon sobs started to shake my body. I trembled, burying my face in my hands as it all just became too much.

"Celaena?" a familiar voice quietly called out from behind me.

Feyre POV:

Tamlin dragged me into the hall, away from the party. He pulled me up a flight of stairs, another, and one more, before he dragged me into a hallway. There were lamps between every room, which lit the plush red carpet as Tamlin dragged me along, holding my wrist painfully. "Tamlin?" I asked.

"What do you think you were doing?" he hissed, turning around suddenly, his eyes boring into me..

"Um...talking to my friends?" I replied, confused. My brow furrowed. What was he getting so mad about?

Tamlin growled, "So I'm not your friend? I thought that I was, but if those...those cretins, are your friends than maybe I thought wrong!"

"Tamlin! You are my friend! My boyfriend!" I cried out, "Those other people, they're not cretins, they are also my friends! I can have more than one friend, you know!"

"That's not the impression I got. You said you were talking to your friends, and you were not talking to me. Thus I am not your friend!"

"Tamlin, this is ridiculous! I didn't say anything like that! Stop twisting my words! You are boyfriend!" I said, my voice rising.

"That's not the impression I got!" he cried back, grabbing my wrist and holding it at an odd angle.

"What impression did you get then? What did you see?" I shouted, it coming out as more of a statement than a question.

"What did I see? What did I see!" he seemed to be getting more and more hysterical, "I saw you talking...no...no, it was more that talking! You were flirting to Rhysand! To Rhysand! Do you know what sort of monster he is? He's bad news! And to top that, when I came over, you barely acknowledged me and then let yourself be dragged away by that...that brown haired wench!"

"Flirting! Barely acknowledging! I was not flirting with Rhysand! I was most definitely, and I did not ignore you! I introduced you to the new boy I had met. Just met! I didn't even know him until a few minutes ago! And I went with Lysandra because I needed to get out of the way, you and Rhysand seemed to have something going on and I didn't want to interfere! And you were hurting me! You were hurting me! You were grabbing onto me so tightly I think I might be bruised!" I bellowed.

Tamlin looked taken aback, before his face took on a mask of pure rage. He advanced on me. I took a step back. Another. I kept walking back until I was pressed up against the wall. Tamlin put his hands on either side of my head, trapping me.

"I did not hurt you!" he hissed into my face, "I would never hurt you! If anyone hurt anyone, you hurt me when you clearly flirted with Rhysand!"

"I did not flirt with Rhysand! I barely know him! Why would I flirt with him? I'm with you!" my voice going from a growl to a shout.

"Oh so if you knew him better you would have flirted with him?" Tamlin yelled into my face.

I stared at Tamlin incredulously, "No! I would not have! I do not flirt with anyone, with anyone, but you! Because I love you! I love you!" I clamped my hands over my mouth. I had never said I loved him, but now that I thought about it, I knew I did. I loved Tamlin Spring. I loved him with all of my heart.

However, Tamlin did not respond how I thought he would. He just looked at me, blinking, before shaking his head. "I can't believe you! You lie about loving me! You say you do, but I can see that you don't! I can see that all you love is that through me your stupid father was able to finally get a job that in his worthlessness he couldn't move his pathetic carcass to even try to get! I can see that all you love is that because of me, you are no longer destitute, that because of me you finally have a life! You love that I made you into something, I made your pathetic life worth living! You love my money! I didn't think you could be like that, but I finally see your true colors. You're a wench! A gold digger!"

I stared at Tamlin my mouth open, gaping, as tears started to trickle down my face. "I am not a gold digger! I love you, Tamlin! I love you! Don't you love me?"

"I loved my Feyre, the one who didn't go behind my back, the one who didn't lie to me! That is the Feyre I love, but you, you, are not that Feyre!" he hissed.

"But I am that Feyre! I love you Tamlin, and I am the Feyre you love!" I cried.

"No, you are not," Tamlin growled. That was when I shoved Tamlin off of me, pushing him away from me. Tamlin moved back a step, before he lurched forward and slapped me, full across the face.

I cried out in pain, my hand raising to my cheek. "Tamlin…" I murmured. "Tamlin..." I mumbled again, tears streaming down my face in torrents.

He just looked at me, "We're done." With that he turned and walked down the hall. I sunk to the ground and sobbed. My world, in the space of one day, had shattered into a million pieces.

Chapter Summary

Celaena wakes up from a nightmare. In the nightmare the reader learns that Arobynn Hamel is her guardian and that her parents died when she was young.

She goes down to the training center at her school and there breaks down crying. She is found by someone, but the reader doesn't know who it is yet.

Feyre is dragged from the party by her horrid boyfriend, Tamlin. He accuses her of ignoring him, cheating on him, and not being his friend. She says that none of it is true and that she loves him.

It is the first time she has told him she loves him, and he does not respond similarly. He says that she is lying and that she is a gold digger, only loving his money.

Several heated words and actions later, Tamlin walks off, saying "We're done."

A/N: When you summarize all that happens it seems so much shorter...