Native Tongue

"What are you doing here?" I said sternly.

"Look I came here to apologize," he said putting his hands up in defense.

"For what!? About two days ago!? No. About the last year of our relationship where you screwed me over and fucked me up!" I said, trying to fight back the tears. "I came here to get away from people like you! I'm sick and tired of seeing your face. Please just get out of my house or better yet go back home where you belong." I finally said.

Silence filled the air. The tears I were fighting back streamed down my face. Ryan just stood there motionless, and staring at me.

"I never realized how traumatized you were by what I did to you. I-I-I-I-I'm so sorry," he choked.

"Just go," I pointed to the front door.

I watched him walk out of my front door, and as he exited I prayed that I'd never see him again. I paced back to my bedroom. I collapsed onto my bed and slipped under the covers. I cried myself to sleep.

Five hours later. Midnight. I woke up to the site of Austin sneaking i to bed. "I missed the bonfire," I mumbled.

"Don't worry about it. It wasn't that great of a bonfire anyways," he sleepily said.

The next morning I woke up in Austin's arms. He was soothing, so gentle, and I felt so safe. I got of bed to get my phone, and decided to do my usual blogging. A person I was following reblogged a post AP posted.

"Front man Ryan of Breaking and Entering dead. Last night the frontman was killed in a car accident. There is speculation that the singer was under the influence the time of the crash .."

I dropped my phone and falling to my knees hysterically crying. Austin woke up from his deep sleep to the sound of my high pitched cry. I heard Hannah rush in.

"Ryan's dead and it's all my fault," I let out. "When I got home last night he was sitting in the living room and I told him to leave to go back home and get out of my life," I saddened. "I didn't want him to go out and die," I let out a cry.

That day I just lied silently in bed. I could here the whispering between Hannah and Austin out in the living room. I wonder if they know I can here them.

"Well Oliver is going on tour for warped tour. He asked me to go, but I had yet to mention anything to Aria," Hannah mumbled.

"I'm sure she'll be fine if you go, for the most part she'd be happy for you," he responded.

"I'm just I don't know if I can leave her with the mental state she's in. I just .." she trailed off.
I turned the tv on to let them know I'm awake. They shut up instantly.

"Hey sweetie how are you doing?" Hannah asked walking over to the bed.

"I feel like half of me is missing, and I'm so tired," I said quietly.

"Do you still want to go to your summer classes?" she asked. "They start in less than a week, and i personally think you really need some downtime," she stated.

"I know. I'll give it a day and see where I am tomorrow. Luckily its only two classes," I said.

"So I just got off the phone with the guys and we're going to be finishing the record in New York. Aria, could you please go with me?" he smiled.

I gave it some thought. I do need some down time, and dropping out of my summer class wouldn't be so bad.

"I'd love to go," I smiled. "Hannah is right I do need some downtime. And Hannah you should attend Warped Tour this summer with Oliver. Don't worry about me. I'll be fine," I said

"So it's settled. Aria and I will go off to New York. When Warped Tour comes to New York we'll be sure to hit it up," Austin cheered. "Everything will be fine," he added.

Notes

Really hoping this chapter isn't lame. Anyways enjoy