Whoever said it was better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all clearly never had their heart broken as thoroughly as mine had been. In the first few months it seemed like I was going to die. It never got any easier if anything with each day that passed it got harder, harder to breath, harder to function. I was almost drowning, barely keeping my head above the water. Their was this hole in my chest that ached with each pulse it felt like it would never heal. And part of me knew it wouldn't. I loved Aria to much even if she didn't love me. That's what hurt the worst, not that she left. If she had just left I could deal with it, because I would know what we had was real, but she didn't love me, the last year of my life had been a lie.

A part of me hated her, how could she just leave? Just like that without even a goodbye leaving only a stupid note in her wake. She had turned me into a pathetic little girl who cried all the time, or got shit faced every chance I got. And the fact that I would always love her made me hate her.

Aria had torn down the carefully built walls and then left me in the ruins alone and broken, but I was still surviving even if it was just barely, thanks to George. At first the relationship I shared with a man who was twice my age was seen by others as perverted. What was a nearly thirty year old man doing hanging around a sixteen year old? Being my best friend that's what. George was pretty much the sweetest man I had ever met in my life. He always thought of others first and when I had a problem I couldn't talk to Aria about I would talk to George.

It started when I was shot and everything that I was going through afterward with my father and thinking that I would never dance again he was there and he was so easy to talk to. The friendship that blossomed afterward was one that I would never forget and I would never have another friend like him as long as I lived. Mark made fun of him a lot for it of course because hey this is Mark we're talking about, he called him a cradle robber and ever threatened him at one point. Though it wasn't this man who my uncle had to worry about. It was the ones in the bars and clubs that had a taste for young blue eyed blondes that where so clearly underage. It was funny how when you had a pretty face no one cared that you were was to young.

I had already been going to bars before George died but not very frequently I would go when the pain was to much to bare. While I was there I found that tequila helped dull the sharp ache in my chest. After he died I was there almost every night. His death was the final straw I was done trying to make it through the day because clearly the world was out to get me so what was the point? Maybe if I was lucky I would die soon. I know what a terrible thing to say but I just didn't care anymore. Nothing mattered.

I could tell that what I was doing was hurting my mom and Callie too, all of the friends I had made had long abandoned me because of my sulky ways. School was a blur I slept through most of it since my nights were spent screwing whats-his-name. I only woke up long enough to go to the next class. My once stellar reputation among the teachers went up in flames pretty quickly.

All of this was running through my mind as I made my purchase and left quickly hiding the plastic bag under my jacket, I stopped at the nearest store that had a restroom and went in making double sure that the door was locked.

Five minuets later a little pink plus sign appeared on the stick I just peed on.

Damn… I'm pregnant.

A/N: I'm really sorry It's so short, I didn't want to ruin it by adding more. anyways next chapter jumps five years. And guess whose coming back!

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