Dear Diary,
Isaac is back.
Ty wouldn't like him.
It's dark wherever I am right now, but oddly warm.
~Aria
"So how do you know her?" I heard Ty ask someone.
"I've known her since preschool," Isaac stated.
Why is Isaac here, wait where am I?
"Aria, baby?" Ty asked.
"Mhm," I moaned.
"Open your eyes baby," he soothed.
I opened them and met his face. I was in his room along with him, Carter and Isaac.
"Leave," I weakly told Isaac while staring him straight in the eye.
"When did the talking start again?" he asked.
"LEAVE," I shouted.
"Carter," Ty growled.
Carter led Isaac out and then Ty sat next to me.
"What time is it?" I asked him.
"Three," he replied.
"I was out for four hours?" I asked.
"Yes," he chuckled.
"My legs don't work," I pouted.
"I know baby," he soothed.
"Why is Isaac here?" I asked.
"I don't know you kicked him out," Ty chuckled.
"Right," I replied.
"Should I bring him back in?" he asked.
"Yeah," I replied.
"Help me sit up first," I added.
"Okay," he smiled while pulling me up to a sitting position so I was leaning against one of the pillows.
Isaac and Carter walked back in and Isaac looked relieved.
"Why are you here?" I asked him.
He came closer to the bed and sighed.
"I saw about your dad so I figured this is the town you are in now," he stated.
"Why do you care?" I asked.
"You know that I've always cared about you," he stated.
"If that were true you wouldn't have let me go through what I did," I shouted.
"You wouldn't talk to me," he stated.
"I couldn't," I screamed.
"You are now," he stated.
"Isaac you knew what was going on, you knew about Trevor and my mom, you still kissed me and made me pay for it every night," I yelled while letting a few tears roll down my face.
"What?" Ty growled.
"Ella you know that I didn't know you were getting abused," he replied.
"Don't call me that," I warned.
"Fine just explain why you wouldn't talk to me," he stated.
"I couldn't Isaac, you think I didn't want to everyday I wanted to," I replied.
"Then why didn't you?" he asked.
"You reminded me of her," I added, avoiding the questions.
"I know and I know now what he did to you and I swear I didn't know back then," he replied.
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Dear Diary, I Have a Mate
WerewolfArrabella Middletin hasn't spoken a word since she was eight years old. The only thing she shares her thoughts with is her diary. She lives with her abusive father and is starting a new school. With a dad that freaks out when she makes a friend or e...
