Dear Diary, I Have a Mate

Chapter 25

Dear Diary,

Mom.

My mom is wondering how I'm doing. I don't even think she should be allowed to call herself a mother.

~Aria

"How are you in contact with her?" I asked.

"She contacted my mom after she got out of rehab but you guys were already gone," he replied.

"She knew where we were," I added.

"No she didn't," he replied.

"Yes she did she didn't come back," I commented.

"Ella you're dad is the one that sent her to rehab," he hinted.

"She chose to go there," I replied.

"That's what your dad wanted you to believe," he stated.

"You're lying," I replied.

"I'm not," he replied. I've known Isaac for like my entire life and there was no evidence of a lie written on his face at all.

"So what exactly are you saying happened?" I asked.

"Your dad sent your mom to rehab after Trevor. He twisted the entire truth to make it seem like she made herself miscarry. She went so crazy in rehab they made her stay longer. When she got out she went back to your house to get you but you guys had moved. When I found out where you were, when you saw me, your mom was with me you just didn't get a chance to see her. Then you guys left again and we've both been trying to find you ever since," he explained.

"Where is she right now?" I asked.

"At the apartment we're renting," he replied.

"Where is your mother?" I asked.

"I'm eighteen Ella, and she understands that it is important for me to find you," he replied.

"Why?" I asked.

"I wanted to apologize," he started to say.

"Thanks for telling me all of this but my mom was a drunk. She could have called the cops and gotten him for kidnapping. Most importantly though I don't care she's not my mother," I replied.

"Don't say that Ella," he stated.

"Leave and tell my mom she's wasting her time," I replied.

"Okay we will give you some time," he shrugged while exiting.

"Tyson has my number when you decide to come to your senses," he added.

"Are you okay?" Ty asked.

"I'm fine Tyson," I sighed.

"Are you lying?" he asked.

"No," I mumbled.

"I'll be downstairs," Carter awkwardly chimed in.

"Okay," Ty stated, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Stop," I demanded while turning away from his captive stare.

He grabbed my chin in his hand and moved my head so my eyes were again under his hold.

I shut my eyes and smirked.

"Arrabella," he protested.

"I'm fine Tyson," I stated while keeping my eyes closed.

"Then look me in the eyes and say it," he suggested.

I opened my eyes and let myself once again fall under his gaze.

"If my legs worked right now," I started to say.