Love Trap (Slow Updates)

Seventy Six.

Aria's pov;

I hissed in pain as a cotton pad of alcohol brushed over the newly traced scar over the skin of my neck, a jolt of pain moving through my entire body. I sat on the back of an ambulance, my feet tangling together and my gaze intensely on the scene around me. Dozens of people were carried out of the tall, three story building, most of them alive or slightly injured, but the sight of those who had lost their lives fighting for justice or injustice, haunted my brain.

Images of my own body being carried downs the stairs, by Harry's large and warm embrace, lightened my mood a tad bit, until the feeling of uncertainty crawled back into the back of my mind, as I remembered the way he accused me of cruel actions only the day before this one. My gaze flitted next to me, to meet Harry's green irises, as he watched me, his eyebrows pulled low in concentration.

"How do you feel?" He asked me, his voice low and deep in concern.

"Slightly dizzy. But I'll be fine" I said. It was no surprise I was going to feel lightheaded after taking a hit to the head, which caused some blood to flow out and after more damage done to my skin. The amount of blood I've lost in the last couple of weeks, has been terribly much, but it was the least I cared about. All I cared about was one thing; We have nearly won this fight.

Harry had managed to walk out of the building with only busted knuckles from fighting, matching my own from when I hit Emily earlier. I could not wrap it around my head that he managed to find the strength and shoot Emily, the girl he once thought he would marry, to save me from getting my throat sliced. Herself- Emily- had gone to the hospital now for her injury, but after that, she would surely be locked in until the police called us to testify in court.

"God, Aria... I lost it when you passed out in my arms" He said, reaching out for my hand, to pull it underneath his, his fingers intertwining with my own. His small gesture of affection warmed my heart and it fluttered in my chest.

"It was just from the blood loss. You should have known, you've been fighting for five years and your own sister is a doctor" I teased him, a ghost of a smile pulling at his lips.

"You think I could think straight seeing you like that?" He asked me, still uneasy by the thought.

I decided against talking this time, the only thing I wanted to say being an insult of some sort, cursing him out that he wouldn't care, because he previously thought of me badly. The fact that he answered my call so quickly and risked to be here when I only asked him to call the police, showed me that he has surely changed his mind, but anger was still searing in me from the day of the event in this exact building, when he saw Emily was alive.

My eyes widened and a tight knot appeared in my stomach as I saw my dad approach my way. I have no idea how he got here and how he found out where I was and what happened, but something told me it had to do with his friend, Mr. Barton.

"Aria, honey, oh god" He said, pulling me in for a hug, his embrace tight around my petite body. I hugged him back, as he let out a deep sigh of relief.

"Dad" I breathed. "What are you doing here?"

"I got a call. I was in New York to see you and right before I reached your apartment, Matthew called. He told me what happened, I came right away. Are you okay? You're hurt, sweetheart, why-"

"Dad, dad! I'm okay" I laughed half hearted. The scar on my neck was now bandaged up and my head was completely cleared of any blood residue from the hit I received. I was lucky no piece of glass from the damn lamp Emily hit me with, was stuck on my head or even was pushed further to cause any serious damage. I was sure after that, that there was no sight of humanity and sanity left in her head.