Chapter 2

Aria drove, and drove, with no destination whatsoever. No matter what anyone said; she was giving up her life. She was sure of it. This baby deserved to live. It deserved a chance at life. Although Aria's life would be short, she got to experience all of the great things in it, and her child deserved the same experiences that she did. It deserved to grow up, to find its one true love, to find out its hopes and dreams, and hopefully experience them. Aria smiled. She would regret nothing. Aria turned around, and headed home.

When she finally got home, Aria headed upstairs to her room. She lied down on her bed, next to her one true love: Ezra Fitz. Ezra smiled at her. "How did everything go?" He asked, curiously.

"Great. The baby is perfectly healthy," Aria replied to him, smiling. If there's one thing she learned from Alison DiLaurentis, it was how to be an effective liar. And at times like this, it definitely came in handy. She didn't want to have to lie to Ezra. She really didn't. But this baby – it was so much bigger than herself. Another person's life was put into her hands; for her to decide its fate. Who was she to determine whether or not someone determined to live? She didn't ask for this. She didn't want this type of responsibility. All she wanted was to be with Ezra and her brand new baby. Together. Forever. Was it really that selfish of her to want this? To simply want to live with both her child, and her love? Aria immediately felt guilty when thinking about how selfish she was being. There are people out there who do not know both of their parents, there are people out there who never find love, and there are people out there who will never what it's like to feel loved. Aria felt sick to her stomach. She stood up, and headed towards the bathroom, where she vomited until she couldn't possibly feel any emptier.

Ezra begged, and he begged. "Aria, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," She replied to him calmly.

"Don't give me that. I can see it in your eyes. Something's wrong. You can tell me anything."

"You don't understand. There is so much about this situation that you just won't understand," She replied to him.

"Well it's very hard to understand something that you haven't been told a single detail about, Aria."

Aria turned her back to him, and walked away. She felt furious. Her face hot, her body aching with pain all over. She felt as if she was burning to death; burned alive on a stake like a witch. Ezra walked after her. "Aria, please don't walk away from this," he said. "Your problems won't go away unless you face them, Aria!" She ignored him. She took her keys off of the counter, and headed out towards her car; where she put the Porsche in reverse, and headed towards her mother's house.

The whole way to Ella's, Aria couldn't get Ezra's stupid voice out of her head. Was she wrong to be mad at him? She suddenly felt guilty again. She had been feeling this a lot lately. Guilt. His voice echoed throughout her head.

Your problems won't go away unless you face them, Aria

She parked in her mother's driveway, but she did not move a muscle. She glanced at the clock; which read 1 AM. She couldn't bother her mother. Not at this hour. She pulled out her phone, and dialed Doctor Ranaldi's office. The voice inbox asked her to leave a message, since the office was not operating at these hours of the day.

"Doctor Ranaldi," Aria said. "I do not want to go through with the transfusions," She said.

Ezra couldn't get Aria Montgomery out of his head. What could she possibly be upset about? He thought and he thought. He knew for a fact that Aria would not lie about their child's health to him. So he knew that the child could not be the problem. Something was definitely wrong, but it was not with their unborn child. It was with Aria. Suddenly, Ezra heard his phone vibrating on the dresser, from his position in the bathroom.

We need to talk.

-Spencer Hastings