Blood Truth...

Chapter 8.

Aria's POV.

I'd ended up going to Michael and Eve's as I knew my dad probably didn't want me after the earlier insident.

Eve had welcomed me with open arms, then asked me to explain what had happened. First I started of so mad, then by the end; I was sobbing. I knew I said some wrong, meanful thing's, but I never meant one of them.

It'd been about an hour since I got to Michael and Eve's, when Jason swaggered in, as if he owned the place.

"Hey cous-" He started, then saw I'd been crying. "What's happened?" He asked, suddenly on edge.

I didn't want to talk, so I looked at Eve instead. Who gave me a look as if to say, 'I knew something like this would happen.'

"Her and Sammy got into an argument, and we'll, I guess this is the after math."

Jason's eyes widened with realisation, then shook his head.

"So that's why she didn't turn up for our date." He sounded like a little boy who'd watched the last cookie being eaten, and secretly wanted it. "Whatever, I'll give her a ring now." He started to dial the phone.

"Jase..." I tried to say, making him turn around. "Don't tell her I've been crying, or anything," I hated people knowing that they'd gotten to me. If anything, I hated crying. It made me feel weak, and that, was the last thing I was.

"You too, Shane." I said, turning my head to where he was, "Don't tell Sammy I was crying." I wiped away the stray tear that had managed to roll down my cheek.

"I won't." The two guys chorused together, giving each other dirty looks.

"Thank's" I whispered, then put my head on a pillow and closed my eyes. Picture's of Me and Sammy flashed infront of me, then changed to when we were children, running around. I wasn't even asleep and My once, best friend plagued my thought's. I really missed her.

I could hear Jason on the phone to her, and how he did his best to cover up the disapointment in his voice. It seemed to work, as he passed the phone onto Shane, who went onto tell her how I basically bitched about her. They both left out that I'd cried, which I was thankful for, but hearing Sammy's muffled voice, made a tidal wave of emotions hit me at full force.

The conversation between Sammy and Jason had finished abut 10 minute's ago, and my eye's were still tightly shut; concealing the tears. I knew Sammy would never forgive me for our earlier argument, and to be quite honest; I didn't blame her.

When myself and Sammy were 12, we fell out for a month, and didn't talk once. The feeling I expierenced then was the worst I'd ever felt, but now, I felt the pain 100 times worse. Like the worst feeling in the pit of my stomach, and a voice screaming in my head, 'Well done, you've killed the bestfriendship you'll ever have.'

I could hear Shane arguing with Eve in the kitchen about Sammy, and how Shane had told her that she alway's had a place at Michael and Eve's, which of corse she did, but with me being Eve's cousin, Eve said that I came first.

I knew I probably wasn't alone in the living room, so as I slowly opened my eye's, I scanned the room, finding Claire and Michael talking in hushed tones, but every sentance, I could hear my name.

When a shiver passed through the house, I knew someone was coming. Sitting up, my head suddenly started to pound, and this wasn't like a normal headache, this was something worse.

Screaming out in agony, I fell to my knees and saw something blue out of the corner of my blurring vision. Amelie's bracelet, the protection bracelet.
It was as if she was making it do something to me.