Free (Sequel to Trapped)

Ch. 32

Ariana

Tuesday, 9:15 am

"I want donuts!" I yell.

"Calm down, baby. You sound like Avi. I'll get you donuts."

"Yay! But we still have to go to Starbucks."

"You can't have caffeine. How many times do I have to tell you that?"

"A million. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, baby girl. I know you have an addiction." He laughs.

I roll my eyes, letting my head rest on the window.

"I'm fucking sleepy. I don't need coffee."

"I agree. I wasn't gonna say it though." I laugh, closing my eyes.

"Don't go to sleep. I won't get you donuts if you fall asleep."

"Justin stop fucking with me. I'm tired."

"I know." He reaches his hand over to massage my thigh.

"You're getting big."

"I know, and I hate it. I miss being small."

"You're adorable when you're small." He moves his hand from my thigh to my stomach and I yawn.

"Do you just wanna go home and get donuts later? I know we're both tired and we're supposed to be going to the police department later."

"Yes, let's go home. We can get donuts tomorrow. Just don't tell Aviella. She'll kill us."

"No she won't. She's to innocent. She doesn't even touch knives."

"Ah, come on. She loves knifes. Remember when we went to the seafood place? She was practically waving it around."

"You're over exaggerating."

"Maybe I am, but still."

"Okay, Justin." I smile, looking out the window.

I watch the buildings pass by as Justin drives home, and I'm half asleep by the time we get there.

"Come on, baby. You want me to carry you?" Justin says, opening my door.

"No, I'm fine."

I take his hand and get out of the car. We walk to the front door and he opens it. I walk to the master bedroom and take my shoes off before laying down on the bed.

"That was fast." Justin walks in, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"I'm literally about to pass out."

"Go to sleep, baby. I shall not leave you while you're sleep because I'll be right here next to you, knocked the fuck out." I giggle and pull him into the bed with me.

"That's good for you. And I swear on everything I love, if you wake me up I will kill you and say it was an accident."

"You love to get violent when you're tired, don't you?"

"Yes, I do. Now, good morning."

"What does that mean?"

"Justin, I shouldn't have to explain this to you. You're supposed to be smart. When you go to sleep, you say good night, but it's not night, so good morning."

"Oh."

"You need help." I giggle, letting my eyes flutter closed.

Aviella

10:34 am

"Alexa, help me. I wanna make a picture for my mommy and daddy."

"Okay. I like drawing pictures with you."

We both pick markers, crayons and paper to start on the picture.

"This is really pretty." Alexa says when we're almost halfway done.

"Yeah. I like it. Thanks for helping me."

"Are you coming to my party on Saturday?

"Of course!"

"Good. So, I was thinking. You're probably gonna be the last one there, so, after everyone else leaves, we can beg our parents to let you come home with me and spend the night. They will definitely say yes, becayse, why not. It's my birthday!"

"Thats genius!" I say.

"I know, right?"

"Happy birthday."

"You've already said that. Like 5 times."

"I know. But I wanted to say it again."

"Oh, well, thanks."

"Recess!" Everyone runs out of the room except for me and Alexa.

"Girls, recess."

"Hold on. I wanna finish my picture." I say.

"Aviella, is that how you ask?"

"Yes." I roll my eyes, not looking up from the paper.

"Alexa, go outside for recess, please. We'll join you soon." Alexa looks at me and I shrug.

She quietly leaves the room and Ms. Webb kneels down beside me.

"Aviella, is everything okay?"

"Yes."

"Why are you acting like this? It's only the second day of school."

"I'm sorry. I wanted to finish my picture. It's for my mommy and daddy."

"You know we have a lot of time to draw and color throughout the day."

"Yes, but I wanted to finish it now."

"Okay, well, I promise I'll let you finish right after recess. Promise."

"Okay, fine."

I put down my crayon and walk out of the door that leads to outside.

"Aviella! I saved you a swing." Alexa says from the swingset.

I run to her and tell her about my talk with Ms. Webb.

"Forget it. It's over." She says.

AN So, I tried Aviella's POV.. let me know if you like it. Seems like someone is starting to act like Ariana.