It was one of the smartest and dumbest things that Aria had ever done.
On one hand, she had just saved the love of her life from a jail sentence.
On the other hand, she had taken herself away from him.
Listening to Ezra cry out for her as she was dragged away, made her want to go back and reverse everything. He had to be /restrained/.
The pleas and yells, melted her inside and out. They needed each other.
It'd starter two hours earlier, when Aria had convinced Ella to drive her to the police station.
"It was me." Aria had begun, playing around with her fingers nervously. "I didn't mean it."
The elderly woman sighed, running a hand through her curls. She thought that this was over.
"Wes and I were pretty close, actually. At first. We would always be messing around, joking." She laughed dryly. "And then, then came that night. We were sat in my boyfriends apartment, and then he just tried it on with me. I tried to push him away." Aria had to stop, the thought of it all becoming too much. "But he just kept /pushing/, pinning me down, he wouldn't let go. Just kissing me, forcing me to let him. I tried so hard to stop him, tried to push him away." The woman's brows shot up, no one had ever told her this. "He forced off my clothes, that's when he did it. I couldn't stop him." A single tear rolled down her cheeks at just the thought of it, a small, shaky intake of breath coming from her lips. "I reached my hand out, and managed to grip onto the light. I hit him across the head with it, only hard enough to knock him from above me. The cushion was right here, right beside me. I just wanted to defend myself against him, I wanted him to stop. She fumbled around with her hands again, her lower lip locking between her teeth. It was an obvious sign of her lying, Ezra would always pick up on it.
Ezra.
She needed him.
Now.
Ezra was currently sat in the corner of the couch in the Montgomery house, his head in his hands as he continued to let out small sniffles. He was done being emotional, for now anyway.
How could she have done something so... Stupid. Idiotic. Selfish. She was taking herself away from him forever. No, he wouldn't accept it.
"Can I get you anything?" Ella murmured quietly, placing her own glass of water down on the table. Ezra shook his head no, running a hand along his brown locks. "You should eat something, I bet they didn't feed you very well."
Aria's mother didn't know how she felt at the moment.
Terrified,
Crushed,
Broken.
But Ezra, he wasn't afraid to show how much he loved her daughter. She pitied the guy, his reaction earlier on proved that they were in love, this wasn't a game.
"You could sle-" Ezra cut her off then, his tone coming out harsher than he wanted it to. He just snapped.
"I don't want to, I want my girlfriend back!" He sighed, shaking his head. "Sorry."
"No, don't apologise. I know this must be hard on you, it is for me, too."
Ezra glanced at the space behind him, Ella using this as her cue to take a space beside the broken man. "Things have just started to get better again, after everything. The Wes thing, the whole pregnancy scare." Ella's eyes shot up, her eyes wide.
"Pregnant?!"
"It's a long story, don't worry. No grandchildren yet..." With a small sigh, Ezra sniffled once more, his phone ringing loudly in his pocket. "Fucking brilliant." The guy muttered, pulling his phone out to see Wesley's caller ID.
"Is it Aria?!" Ella asked with hopeful eyes, smiling slightly to herself.
"No, I have to take this." Ezra excused himself, stepping into the kitchen to answer the call. If there was one thing that needed to be done that would help them both, it was this. "Do you love Aria?!"
"What?" Wesley said in a sleepy tone, yawning through the line.
"Answer the fucking question Wesley."
There was a small silence. "Yes."
"Then tell me where you are. She needs your help."
"So you're in?" A wide grin spread across Wesley's face. This was it.
"I'm in."