Hey Again! I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in forever! I'm not going to list the reasons because there are a lot of them. But now, since its summer, I will hopefully have way more time to update!
This is the first time writing while I'm fifteen! I wonder if my writing will sound any different…. :P
By the way, I don't know if any of you guys are huge Hunger Games fans like me, but if you are then you will know what I'm talking about here. So, I was listening to the song Safe and Sound by Taylor Swift on the Hunger Games album, and all I could think about was Katniss saying goodbye to Prim and when Prim got carried away by Gale and I started bawling my eyes out. I don't know if that's normal…
Thank you to all of my reviewers! YaleAceBella12, .dreamers, Notinyourlifetimehoney, HarrylovesGinny09 and TheCelticOne! You guys make me smile whenever I see those awesome reviews!
TheCelticOne: It's going to seem like it at first, but don't worry, it wont end up like that :)
Disclaimer: I do not own PLL. A wonderful person named Marlene King does.
Ezra POV
I sat on the leather couch in my apartment, my finger circling the rim of the glass of scotch I was holding. I was restless. Sleep wouldn't come to me when I tried, so here I was, sitting helplessly on a couch while my girlfriend was in a prison cell.
I stood up angrily and started to pace around the room, tired of sitting still. I glanced at the glass in my hand, and in one swift movement, I finished the bitter tasting drink. Leaving the glass on the kitchen counter, I stared out of the large window, looking down onto the town of Rosewood. The city was sleeping, only a few twinkling lights stood out against the darkness. Before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face, a constant flow of salty water. I had no idea how to help her, or how to fix the problem that was right in front of us. I shuddered, and fixed my eyes on the spot where the police station should be.
I love you Aria. We are going to make it, I promise you. You are the one. The one I want to live the rest of my life with. As soon as you graduate, we are going to go somewhere far away and leave Rosewood behind us. You could go to a nice college, and I could teach at the nearest high school. One day, I'm going to completely surprise you and propose to you in the most unique way possible. We are going to go to some place exotic for our honeymoon, like the Mediterranean, or the Caribbean. Then, when you're ready, we are going to have kids. A confident, spunky girl with your hair and my eyes, and a shy yet innovative little boy with my hair and your eyes. I'll be there with you through everything, the hard and easy, the sad and the happy. Forever and always.
I knew that she couldn't hear me, but it was a silent promise…one that I would never break.
Going back to sit on the couch, I grabbed my IPod and plugged in the earphones. Going to my top 20 playlist, I picked the one that sat right on top… Happiness by The Fray.
The last thing I heard before I dozed off to a restless sleep was:
Happiness feels a lot like sorrow
Let it be, you can't make it come or go
But you are gone- not for good but for now
Gone for now feels a lot like gone for good
Ella POV
With a sigh, I looked at the clock, rolling my eyes when I saw the time. 2:00 am. Byron had been relentlessly pacing since we got back home, going on and on about all the things he would do to Ezra when he saw him next.
"Honey, please calm down." I said for what felt like the millionth time.
"No! Ella did you see the way that Aria acted about him! He's got her in a trap, making her think that he loves her, when all he is doing is using her!" Byron shouted; his voice hoarse from all of the times that he yelled before.
Don't get me wrong, I wasn't at all accepting the fact that Aria was having an inappropriate relationship with her teacher, but I was a bit curious to how this all started. I never would have thought of Aria to be the kind of girl that would go out with her teacher… and I definitely did not expect Ezra to be the kind of man to date my teenage daughter.
"Byron, lets go to sleep and figure this out in the morning, when we can at least hear what they have to say!"
Suddenly, Byron stopped pacing. He clenched his hands into fists and slowly turned to me, his face seething with anger. His bottom lip twitched and I instinctively flinched back. When Byron gets extremely angry, it never ends well. He gritted his teeth and spat out two words:
"Get out."
I looked at him incredulously, eyes wide in disbelief. "What?"
"I said, get out" His voice came out rough and gritty. You could tell that he was finding it hard not to yell, and he was nearing breaking point.
"Byron," I cautiously got up out of bed and headed toward the bathroom door all the while nervously playing with my fingers. "I'm just going to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed while you calm down, and after awhile maybe you will start to think clearer again-"
"GET OUT!" Byron yelled. He advanced towards me, grabbing my arms and gripping them tightly. "If you are even thinking about listening to the fake story that the son of a bitch will tell, then get out!"
"Byron, you're hurting me." His grip on my arms wasn't easing up, and I felt like I was losing circulation in my fingers. "Please let go, we can deal with this tomorrow."
He looked down at his feet as if unsure, his teeth grinding and lips closed in a thin line. His grip was still tight on my arm. He looked up sharply, a stern look on his face, and I knew right then and there that he wouldn't budge. "Your choice. If you are going to stay on my side, and admit that all this is wrong, then yes, I will let go and we go up against him tomorrow. But if you are going to even think about giving him a chance, then you can leave right now, and find your own place to stay." Despite his yelling I stood my ground, not allowing myself to be frightened by his tone.
"You-"
"Mom? Dad? What's going on?" Shocked, I whipped my head to the open bedroom door, where Mike was standing in a pair of red chequered flannel pants. Down the hall, a bright yellow light shone through his open bedroom door.
Suddenly, I made my decision. "Nothing Mike, I was just leaving". I ripped my arms away from Byron's hands, which slackened from shock when he heard what I said. I stormed towards the door, not looking back. I passed by Mike and gave him a look, trying to communicate to him that I was sorry. Mike's face reddened with anger and he turned his head to Byron slowly…like an animal noticing its prey for the first time.
"Dad… what did you DO?" Mike's words quickly turned into a yell. I turned and ran downstairs before I heard anymore distinct words, just muffled sounds. I grabbed my jacket and my purse, stalking towards the door in anger. My foot hesitated before stepping out of the doorframe. I turned my head to look at the staircase. I knew I had made the right decision. Pulling on the black trench and slipping the leather purse over my shoulder, I stepped through and slammed the door, grabbing the keys out of my purse and unlocking my black Mercedes.
Sliding into the front seat, I plugged the keys into the keyhole and backed out of the driveway before zooming down the road. As soon as I got out of the neighbourhood, I slowed the car to a stop and slumped in my chair, all of the adrenaline from my anger gone. Where did I go? It was now 2:30, and not only was I still in the cotton pants and oversized t-shirt that served as my pyjamas, but nobody I knew would be awake at this time. I sat there dumbfounded until it came to me…there would be one person. One person who would be as affected by this as I was…one person who would hopefully take me in. I stepped on the gas and drove towards my destination.
EZRA POV
My eyes fluttered opened. I looked around, not knowing what had woken me. My sheets were a knotted mess on the bed, and I found my lit-up IPod lying on the floor beside my bed. Then I heard it; the annoying ding of the doorbell. I turned my head to look at the clock and sighed. 2:45 shone in big red numbers. Who would be here at this time of night? Groaning, I groggily got myself out of bed yelling, "Be right there!" I pulled on an old t-shirt over top of my naked torso and decided that the boxers I was wearing was sufficient.
I dragged myself over to the door, twisted the lock and opened it, not ready for the sight in front of me.
"Ella? What are you...?" I was dumbfounded as to why the mother of my girlfriend, a mother who probably hated me nonetheless, was standing at my doorway at almost 3 in the morning.
"I had no other place to go…Byron kicked me out…he…" It was then that I noticed how dishevelled she looked…her hair looked as if she had just gotten out of bed, and her pyjamas confirmed that. She looked as if she picked up her things and hastily left the house. Before she could continue, I cut her off.
"Come in…you can explain to me in here." I stepped back and held my arm out, motioning for her to come in. She slowly nodded and mumbled thanks before stepping in. Turning back to close the door, I couldn't help thinking that this would be a long night.