| Injection | (Smosh Fanfic)

Chapter Thirty

Aria's P.O.V

I fought back, trying to push my father off of me.

He wouldn't budge.

"YOU SHOULD'VE LISTENED TO ME WHEN I TOLD YOU TO DIE! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, ARIA! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING! NOW, IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO PAY!"

He squeezed harder, making it impossible for me to breathe.

After I finally accepted my fate, I heard one more gunshot. Then, my father released his grip.

He fell onto the ground.

I turned around, and saw Jason lowering his gun.

"I'm sorry." He said. "I love you too much to lose you."

He grabbed something from his pocket, and threw it at me. I caught it.

"A key?" I asked.

"To the front door." Jason said. "Go."

I did as I was told. I unlocked the door, then opened it. I looked back at my father's motionless body. Then, I heard another gunshot.

Jason fell.

I went outside and shut the door.

"ARIA SMITH!" I heard.

Officers ran up to me, putting a blanket on my shoulders.

I mean, it was a warm April day.

I was picked up and put in an ambulance, where Shayne was.

Then, all the emotions I kept in the past few days started to resurface.

"Shayne..." I said, crying into his shoulder.

He laid motionless in a stretcher, bandages covering his body.

"I'm so sorry..." I said, weeping into his chest. "It's all my fault...I did this to you...None of this would've happened if I just listened to my father's texts..."

Shayne's hand grabbed my shirt, and I was pulled into a kiss.

He's awake.

After we departed our lips, he spoke.

"Don't ever believe your father's lies...None of this was your fault, Aria. You—"

He passed out again.

-

Damien's P.O.V

I hadn't eaten for a while. I couldn't.

The only words I could process were:

Shayne's dead. He's dead, and it's all my fault.

I stared at the kitchen table, wanting nothing more but to see Shayne and Aria's face.

Then, I heard yelling.

"GUYS!"

I slumped, stood up, and left the kitchen.

"What's up, Emma?" Flitz asked. "Everything okay?"

"Is everyone here?" Emma asked.

"Where's Wes and Courtney?" Boze answered, looking around.

"They're in the bathroom." Noah said casually.

"What the...whatever, anyways—" Emma said. "I just got off the phone with the police. Shayne and Aria are at the hospital, safe!"

Everyone cheered. I couldn't believe it. Shayne's alive. My best friend's alive.

"Which hospital?" Lasercorn asked.