Stella's POV
Part of me was scared to get up. What if it was another dream Eros had given me to torment me? What if I went downstairs and they were all dead because Eros wanted to teach me a lesson about tricking him?
But I got up anyway. Everything looked normal. I was in my room at the mansion. On my mirror was the Polaroid picture I had taken with Louis and Ava on Christmas Day, the way it normally was. That was a good sign. I cautiously left my room and checked Ava's. She didn't sleep in her room typically, but it was still so full of her personality. Growing up she always had a messy room, but now that we had a maid it stayed pretty clean, though she had stuff everywhere. Squishmallows and clothes and shoes and paper. So much paper for drawing and painting and art supplies in every free space. Ava lived here. My Ava. I closed the door and ran downstairs, immediately turning the corner into Louis' wing. Music room was empty, office was empty, I even dared opening his bedroom door only to find that room empty too. Maybe they were still at the museum. I left Louis' wing and went back into the living room, and immediately I saw movement on the back patio. The back door opened before I could even get to it. It could've been a murderer for all I knew, but it wasn't. It was Ava.
"Ava!" I gasped, as she was exclaiming: "Stella!" Then we hugged. There are friends that hug and there are friends that don't hug and we were definitely friends that hug. Mostly because growing up if we didn't hug each other, we wouldn't really ever get hugs. I mean, Abuela probably hugged Ava a lot more than my mom ever hugged me, but both of us kind of just needed someone to hug us sometimes. Especially now, considering I thought I had lost her. But the hug ended quick when I pulled away and saw the marks on her face. They were deeper than scratches, but not as deep as gashes... just kind of red stripes on her cheeks and forehead and even one on her nose.
"Jesus, Ava, what happened to you?" I asked.
"I'm fine." She said, very quickly because Peter had showed up and she very kindly got out of the way so I could hug my boyfriend. Peter and Ava were the type of friends who did not hug. Though I'm sure if Peter and I weren't dating, he probably wouldn't hug me either. He looked worse than she did. A lot worse. His head was bloody and his lips were split and one of his eyes was swelling up, his spidey suit was ripped in places and his hair was full of ash... brother had been through it.
"Holy shit, Peter." I gasped. And then I pressed a kiss to his lips.
"We gotta get you to a hospital." I said.
"I'm fine." He mumbled.
"No you're not, stupid. You have to go to the hospital." Ava corrected. "Where's Louis?"
"I... I don't know. Maybe he went to the museum?" I suggested, pulling out my phone. With my free hand I took Peter's hand and started pulling him to the garage. Louis answered the phone after two rings.
"Hello?"
"Where are you?"
"It's been 30 seconds brat, I haven't even gotten in the car yet."
"What? Then where are you?" I asked.
"In the garage, why? What's..." I opened the garage door to find Louis standing beside his Tesla, confused look on his face.
"How did you..." He trailed off. "Holy fuck, what happened to Peter? Where's Ava?"
"I'm right here!" Ava chirped, brushing past Peter so Louis could see her.
"Jesus Christ, Ava." Louis gasped, finally putting his phone down and walking toward her.
"Louis, can you take care of Ava? I gotta take Peter to the hospital." I said.
