Revive (Book Two)

Chapter Three: Ultimatum

Chapter Three: Decision

I took her by the elbow and pulled her sharply through the black door, shutting it firmly behind the two of us. I glanced into the peephole for only a moment before turning all three locks tightly.

"How the hell did you even find out where I lived?" I snapped, glaring down at her, both of our eyes fiercely staring into each other, attempting to gain dominance.

She didn't remove her piercing stare, but pulled her elbow back to her side and out of my grip. "Tyler told me."

I rubbed my hands into my face with irritation and sighed.

Fucking bastard, of course he'd go running to her to tell her any information that he saw beneficial for her. Fuck.

I left her in the doorway and made my way back to the living room, mind spiraling. The girl had a way of getting what she wanted out of people. She never had a hard time getting people to tell her things, it was just something about her personality that made it so easy to spill everything you ever could to her. She got me every time she asked.

I heard her footsteps following behind me and I internally grunted.

"What are you doing here?" I asked again, angry.

"Eli, what the hell?" She exclaimed. "What the hell were you doing with two million dollars in a safe in the wall of Tyler's house?"

I turned around. "Did you tell him?"

She looked taken aback and shook her head. "No, of course not."

I sighed and nodded. "Good. Keep your fucking voice down," I muttered. "You shouldn't be here."

"Are you ki-"

"You were supposed to leave!" I hushed while getting in her face. I was at a close proximity and it was more threatening to me than it ever could be to her.

"You also can't tell me what to do, Eli!" She hushed back. Her light eyes were fierce today.

I glared at her for only a moment because I hated glaring at her. I wanted to do much different things than be angry at her.

Fucking Aria, she was someone who never got away with being told what to do.

I turned back around and wiped the coke off the coffee table. I clapped my hands to rid the dust and sat on the couch.

She looked at me with a different expression than she had just moments ago. Her face softened and her eyes switched to her natural doe eyes that I remembered. Her eyes darted to the table where my cut credit card rested.

I picked the card off the table and put it in my back pocket. I didn't look her back in the eyes. I could only imagine what she was thinking of me.

I sighed. She really needed to leave. It was too painful.

But instead of walking out, She sat on the black chair beside the couch and propped her elbows on her knees, staring intently in my direction.

For a while, we sat there in utter silence. It was something that we both should've been uncomfortable with, but I didn't feel that way. Instead though, my mind wandered with possibilities of what I could do with her or what she could possibly want with me.

My eyes finally found hers and I narrowed them. "What?"

"Your wounds seem to be healing well," She commented while glancing at the scar on my forehead.

I didn't say anything but instead leaned back on the couch and closed my eyes. For all the things I've done to her and said to her, the last thing she should be doing is having a conversation with me.