Their Princess

Ch. 12- Disappointments (Edited)

Aria's POV:

For 2 years, I cried myself to sleep.

For 4 years, I had become obsessed with ruining the man's life.

For 7 years, I had begged for people to listen. To hear the truth. To give my best friends the justice that had been overdue.

Memories of that beautiful sunny day that had turned grim in a matter of seconds flash through my head as I fight back the overwhelming tears.

I looked at my shaky hands which seemed as if they had been covered in their blood. And that look in their eyes still haunted me. The moment they know that they were about to see what happens when you die.

The vivid memories of the blood gushing out of Tre's neck. Or how Talia's bright pink t-shirt became a bloody red in seconds. I still remember giving them false words of hope. It sounded more like pleas for myself than it was meant to.

I stormed my way forward heading anywhere than that conference room. The looks of disappointment and disgust were all too familiar and I was used to it. But it stung a little more than it should have when it came to the Harts.

I turn on my heels and rush my way to the door, tears beginning to fall when a pair of strong hands wrapped around me, holding me back from what could have been my freedom.

"Leave me alone!" I thrashed in the person's arms violently, trying to escape their steel grip but the more I struggled the more evident my sobs became. "Leave me the fuck alone!"

Instead of loosening their grip, they held onto me tighter as soon as they heard my words.

"Aria, stop it." I could tell the deep voice belonged to Adrian.

"Let go of me," I said gritting my teeth and I spun to face him, tears streaming down my face. "I'm a killer to you so don't fucking touch me."

He momentarily hesitates at my words, his grip slightly loosening and I take the chance to yank my arm from him, slightly pushing him back. He staggers backwards slightly as the shock in his grey eyes becomes evident.

"Aria," He sighed, holding his hands out as if I were holding a gun at him. "We didn't mean it that way. We just take... security very seriously in this family and want the truth."

"Bullshit," I muttered quietly as I shook my head, not believing anything he was saying. "Nobody ever wants to hear the truth and my mother failed me so I don't think you should be talking to a failure, right?"

He let out a frustrated sound after hearing his own words before looking at me as softly as he could manage. "Look Aria, we'll make it up to you. What do you want?"

I knew exactly what I wanted but if I said it, I might break down and never heal again. If I said it, it would only confirm everything that has happened.

I opened my mouth but no words would spill out. The pain in my chest that had once been bearable had become unbearable. My hand tightly fists my sweatshirt as I try to breathe but only tiny, fractured sobs escape.

"We'll do anything to make sure you get what you want." He assures me so confidently, that I would have laughed if it weren't for the situation I was in.

I shook my head as my heart was slowly pierced into two. "You can't bring her back," I said barely above a whisper. 

His lips slightly part in confusion until it morphs into realization. I walked past him swiftly, needing to step away from anybody.

And this time he doesn't stop me.

No one will this time. This time I will find the people who killed Mama and that had left her with no dignity. The people who killed Talia and Tre in cold blood. The people decided that they wanted to come into my life and fuck it all over by using the people around me.

If anything they were just fucking pussies. And I was one too. But not anymore. They decided to start shit so it's going to finish with them. And I'll make sure that it happens.

I kept on walking around the mansion which was a maze itself for what seemed like hours on end. I had been looking for Ms. Elaria, the only person I could trust in this house.

But against my will, of course, I had to cross paths with Jeremiah. The moment my eyes laid on him, I tried to turn and run in a panicked attempt but slowed when I heard him shout.

"Aria, stop running!" He says almost desperately. Almost.

My steps faltered as my thoughts battled against each other if I should stay or continue running, but right as I was about to make a decision I felt him hold onto my forearm.

I contained an eye roll as I tried to pull off my most bitter voice. "What do you want to say now?"

Jeremiah could sense what I needed to hear now. Tell me the truth. I'll help you. Trust me just this once. He hesitates for a second, unsure of what to say once he has been put on the spot.

"That's what I thought," I said as his hand went limp against my arm and I gently pulled away.

The Harts weren't liars. They were always down to the point. But sometimes some sugarcoating would be nice.

I walked away, my shoulders slumped over and my head hung low until Mama's words rang through my ears like a whisper. As if she had been watching me.

"Hold your head high, Ari baby."

Mama always used to tell me that. And that's what I'm going to do. So, I quickly straightened my posture and strode off with that last ounce of confidence I had left in me.

I was going to carry Mama with me and bring back her honor. The honor she lost because of those men who rushed into our home.

I hastily rubbed at the dried tears from my face. The same face those fuckers will last see before I ruin their lives myself.

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