A/N: Just warning all my readers. My chapters may come a little slower. My chapters are starting to catch up with each other and I simply can't write that fast! Lol hang in there though! It's getting good!
It was getting worse.
Since Speedle's funeral Arya had pushed further away from everyone. She never smiled. Barely talked. She didn't go to her art class anymore. Once Horatio had gone into her room. Whereas before there were sketches and papers tacked everywhere on the walls. And a sketching desk always with a light on and about ten sketches in progress. She had torn the room apart. Papers ripped and tossed about. All the tacks only held pieces of the papers. Her desk light was broken and on the floor. And the desk was cleared. She was worse, spiraling down in the ugliest of ways. And Horatio couldn't get to her, couldn't help her. This went on for two years. Her grades in the toilet, she had no friends. Arya had pushed them all away, either pissing them off or just letting them give up on her. She never came home on time. Hung out with a rough crowd. Snuck out and didn't come home until early morning.
Arya snuck around the first floor of their condo looking for a window. She usually climbed up to her room. But after the night she jus had she hurt to much to do anything but walk. She snuck into the kitchen and made her way to the living room when a flashlight and gun barrel met her face. "FREEZE! Arya? What the hell.." Arya rolled her eyes at Horatio as he turned on the light. "Where the hell have you been?" She glared at him. "Doesn't matter. Good night." She tried to push past him but he grabbed her. "Arya sweetheart..." She snarled pushing away. Something fell out of her back pocket catching Horatio's attention. He bent down and picked the thing up. It was her underwear. Bloody underwear. She turned and stilled. His eyes tightened and grew intense. She looked into blue lasers. "Please tell me what I'm thinking is wrong..." He stared at her. She shook her head crossing her arms. His face went red. "YOU HAD SEX?!" She didn't meet his eyes but nodded. He growled. "Why?!" She stared at him. "Don't know. But I made sure he had protection. I just did it." He snarled loudly. "I can't believe you!" Arya shrugged hiding a wince. He growled yelling. "Of all the things!" He couldn't finish a thought or sentence. She yelled back glaring.
"It doesn't matter Horatio! Just be glad I'm not doing anything worse!" She pushed at his chest and stormed past him. Horatio stared after her glaring and seething mad. He wanted to find the boy who took her innocence and just rip him to shreds. Stake a claim. Arya wasn't that BOYS! She was hi- Horatio stopped and let his eyes widen. What did he just think? What? He scratched his head and stilled. The red in his vision cleared. Why was he so angry? Why did he react that way? He was angrier than he should've been. Why?
Arya locked her door and fell on her bed hard. Fuck. She had really done it this time. Would Horatio send her away? Despite herself tears formed in her eyes. What if he did? She knew it was a mistake. She didn't know why she did it.
She let him pin her down. Had to let him feel in control. If it were possible men would willingly get off on that. He probed her gently at first, feeling her barrier. At least he was nice enough to be gentle. With a warning he pushed in quick. Arya yelped not having time to adjust before he started to move inside her. Slowly the pain ended and she was able to adjust to him. He muttered words she couldn't understand. She heard 'tight'. To him she felt good. Arya didn't feel the earth move. But it felt alright. He finished and collapsed next to her. She didn't answer him if he called her. She got up and gently dressed saying she had to go and left...
Arya closed her eyes wincing. She didn't want to see that angry look on Horatio's face ever again. She had really done it this time. She didn't want to be sent away. She loved him too much. She stared up at the ceiling wondering what would become of her now.
Horatio paced his living room calling the only people he knew who could help. He growled hearing a voicemail again. It was late, he knew but he needed help now! He sighed rubbing his neck. He was losing Arya faster than he thought. That scared the living hell out of him. Horatio sighed feeling so helpless. He saw this bright little girl. Slowly turn and let her light all but die. He prayed to the powers above for the answer to this problem. God knew he was out of them. He needed to help her before it was too late. But she had to let him help her. He sighed and tried dialing Calleigh and Alexx's numbers again. Horatio moaned in desperation hearing the voicemails once again. Horatio paced more trying to think of what to do. Surely he could think of something that would actually work. Maybe then he could finally restore his Arya.
Arya watched Horatio pace, fearing the worst in her mind. She needed help, she realized it, she just needed Horatio. But she didn't know how to ask him. He was so angry at her. Would he refuse to help her? Arya whimpered softly. She knew now that she needed to change her ways. Stop self destructing. But she didn't know how. And just her luck, she probably just pushed away the only one who could help her. She needed him now more than ever. Arya just didn't know if she said it, if he would forgive her. Watching him growl at himself like that, shredded what little hope she had left. Arya clenched her teeth and went back to her room. She didn't know who to turn to, but she promised herself that she would be the girl Horatio loved again, if it was the last thing she would do.
