Save Me

Chapter One: Same Old Or Is It?

HELLOOW, EVERYBODY

GUESS WHAT I'M STARTING A NEW STORY!

SURPRISE!

SO THIS IS A ARIA+EZRA STORY BUT IT GOT NOTHING TO FO WITH PLL

SO DON'T GO JUDGING ME OKAY?

IT'S AL UTTERLY TRULY A FICTIVE STORY.

PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT

ILY

~Yasmin

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*ARIA'S POV*

Hello. My name is Aria, I'm sixteen years old and I live in Jersey.

I live with my stepdad and.. Yeah well my mom? Doesn't seem like it, she's more at work then at home.

So I have to live with my stepda- oh excuse me, stepMONSTER-

"What the fuck, Aria?!" I heard a disgustingly familiar voice call.

Oh lord.

I heard stomping on the stairs and my blood rushed trough my veins faster then I even thought was possible.

I mentally prepared for it.

The door flied open and my -ugh- stepdad appeared, with a.. Book? In his hand.

"What the fuck is this, you little skank" he hissed, glaring at me dangerously.

I stared at him blankly, honestly not really knowing what to say.

"Fucking answer me!" He yelled throwing the book in the corner of my room, running towards me.

He grabbed me by my sweater roughly.

"I-I don't know" I almost whispered scared for my life.

He slapped me hard across my cheek.

I cried as I hold my cheek.

"You fucking know! You little bitch, hiding things from me! Are there any other thing we should discuss, like losing you virginity, huh?!" He screamed, blowing an alcohol breath in my face.

Causing me to flinch in disgust.

"N-no, I swear, I'm still a virgin" I cried.

"Then what's this book about?!" He yelled again.

"I-I really don't know, Patrick" I begged him for mercy.

"You know what, I don't have fucking time for this!" He yelled, slapping me again across my other cheek before running towards the door. "Slut"

I couldn't help it. I cried out. As loud as possible. Why me? What the hell have I ever done wrong?

I slowly walked over to the corner of my room, keeping my gaze on the little book my stepmonster threw there earlier.

I picked it up and directly realized what it was.

My poem book.

I opened it and let my fingers trail word by word. It was always a secret passion I had. But nobody was supposed to know about it.

'Dear lord,

People change

I do too

They become cruel

And yes, me too.

I have regrets

I have sorrow