by Abbie Lynn
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my notebook.
'What if I'm not sorry.' I wrote.
“Then I hope you enjoy going to bed unwashed,” he mocked.
'Fine I'm so very sorry Tyson.’ I wrote.
“You have to say it.” I got off the bed and grabbed my sweatpants and tank top.
“Sorry.” I smiled before walking into the bathroom.
After my shower I walked out of the bathroom to find Ty watching some football game. I crawled into bed with him and watched for a while.
After about twenty minutes I was fighting to keep my eyes open, but I couldn't. So I gave in and closed them.
About a minute later sleep took over my body.
* * *
I yawned and looked over at the clock. It read 6:30!
I twisted out of Ty's hold and shook him a little.
“Arrabella.” He groaned, pulling me back into him.
I squirmed out of his grip again; he sighed and opened his eyes. I pointed at the clock. He looked over at the clock and then back at me.
“We aren't going today, remember?” He chuckled.
Oh right today he was going to tell me who his mate was! I nodded and sheepishly smiled. He rolled his eyes and pulled me into him again. I pulled away again.
“Arrabella.” He sleepily complained.
I smacked him. He popped one eye open and I laughed at how ridicules he looked.
'I can't sleep now.’ I wrote.
“Why?” He sighed.
'I'm curious about the whole mate thing.' I wrote and gave him a duh look.
“Please sleep.” He yawned.
I shook my head.
“Five more minutes.” I glared at him. Sure five more minutes times fifty! I shook my head.
“Come on Aria,” he pleaded.
I sighed. He smirked and then pulled me into him. I tried to get out of his grasp but he tightened it. I kept trying until I got tired.
“Ty,” I complained.
He loosened his grip.
“Don't move.”
I groaned and then snuggled closer to him and tried to fall back to sleep, which wasn't really hard, with Ty holding me.
* * *
I woke up again and pulled out of Ty's grip and started jumping on the bed.
“Arrabella James,” he warned.
I laughed.
“Are you jumping on the bed?”
He then opened his eyes and then got up and pulled me down. I laughed and pushed him
away.
'Tell me.' I wrote.
“What?” he teased.
I smacked his chest.
“Violence,” he said dramatically.
I nodded.
“I will tell you but if you have any questions you have to ask me, out loud.” I nodded. He gave me a flat look.
“Deal.” I whispered.
“A mate is a girl you like a lot,” he started to say. “It's like a soul mate. When you see her it's like nothing else matters but her.” He talked with so much passion that I envied whoever this mate of his was.
“Who?” I asked.
“Who do you think?”
“Claire,” I replied.
“Nope. My girl is gorgeous.”
Wow she's better looking than Claire. Was she a super model or something?
“Hey Aria.” He chuckled.
I looked up at him.
“You are my mate.” He grinned.
Chapter 12
Dear Diary,
I am writing this in Ty's bathroom.
I am his mate. Now all I have to do is figure out what that means.
Wish me luck…
~Aria
“Are you okay?” Ty asked as I walked out of the bathroom.
'I don't get it.' I wrote.
“Ar, use your voice.”
I shook my head.
“What don't you get?”
'Why am I your mate?'
“Because we were made for each other.”
He must be crazy! Is this like all those sappy movies when someone finds true love?
“Why don't you believe me?” he growled.
'We don't belong together.' I wrote.
“WE DO!” he yelled, throwing the remote. There he goes getting pissed again! I got off the couch and ran out of the room.
“Aria wait!” he called. I could hear the regret in his voice.
I kept running until I found Carter. I ran into him.
“What's wrong?” he asked.
“Ty,” I mumbled into his chest.
“Ty what?” he asked.
“Aria I didn't mean it,” Ty called.
I ran out of Carter's hold and then out the front door.
I can't just stay with Tyson. I mean seriously he's crazy. Plus my dad started throwing things like Ty and then he started to direct the abuse towards me.
The only problem is I have no idea where I am.
“Aria,” Ty said, and I screamed because he was right behind me.
“I lost it for a split second. I'm trying to control my anger around you.” He sighed.
He stepped close, but I stepped back.
“Don't,” I whispered.
He looked broken. I wanted to hug him, make him smile again.
“I wasn't mad at you Aria. I'm mad because you don't see yourself clearly.”
I was about to talk when I couldn't find my voice. I wanted to shout at him for being so violent but I couldn't because of the pain. I started gasping for air as I felt my throat closing.
“Aria?”
I didn't look up. I just tried to fight it! In about a span of a second Ty had scooped me up in his arms and then I was lying on the nurse's table. She was grabbing the mask. I moved my head away and pushed at her hands.
She was too strong however and I felt myself slipping into the darkness, once again.
* * *
“Arrabella?” I heard Ty ask.
I opened my eyes and found myself back in his bedroom.
I groaned and sat up. I moved to the edge of the bed and thought about army crawling my way out of the room.
“You wouldn't even make it out past the bathroom,” Ty said confidently.
I flipped him off.
“Do you want to tell me why you can't shout back at me? Because I know you want to.”
“I do,” I snapped, but it was still soft.
“Shout at me Aria.”
“Shut up.”
“Why?” He smirked.
“Shut up,” I said, a little louder.
“Is it bothering you that I can yell and you can't yell back?”
I know what he was trying to do and it sure as hell was working. I glared at him.
“I mean seriously if I were you I would just want to scream at me until my lungs gave out,” he added.
“Ty stop talking!” I shouted. He was a little shocked and so was I.
“Don't think about it.”
I looked over at him.
“See Aria, nothing happens when you talk. You're fine see?”
I nodded. I was fine.
I guess all those times when my dad punished me just stayed with me. Now I'm with Ty and he can't hurt me anymore.
“My dad.”
“What?”
“Why I can't shout back: it’s because of my dad,” I repeated.
“Did he do something?”
“You'll get mad.”
He pulled me into him and kissed my head.
“I won't,” he promised.
I sighed.
“Peanut butter,” I whispered.
“You're allergic to it.”
“Whenever I talked he would shove peanut butter down my throat.”
I heard him growl.
I remember it vividly. I was seven when he did it the first time. I was shouting at him about how I was his daughter and he shouldn't be treating me this way. He got so mad that he took a jar of peanut butter and held me down while he shoved spoonfuls into my mouth.
> It made my throat swell up so I couldn't breathe; this happened every time I talked for the next year until every time I talked it felt like my throat was closing.
So I stopped talking all together unless my dad asked me to.
“Your throat would close so you couldn't breathe.” Ty connected the dots, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I nodded.
“How are you still alive?” he asked in anger.
“We went through a lot of EpiPens.”
“I'm so sorry this happened to you.” He soothed, holding me closer.
“Listen to me. You never have to feel that way again. You are staying here, and you should never be afraid to talk.”
I nodded.
“I still don't get the mate thing,” I admitted, taking a deep breath. Talking is okay, I reminded myself.
“I will explain it to you further. I just can't yet.”
“Okay.” I shrugged.
“So no more writing?”
“Talking.”
“So you have a brother?”
I looked at him confused. He remembers that? I wrote him that on the first few days we met.
“It's okay if you don't want to talk about it.”
“He's dead,” I whispered.
“What happened?” Ty asked.
“My mom was pregnant with him,” I started.
“Okay.”
“My dad asked my mom to choose between me or Trevor. He was still in her uterus.”
“She chose you?”
“No, she chose my brother.” I sighed.
“So then how did he die?” Ty questioned.
“My dad punched her in the stomach repeatedly, and she started having contractions. It made my mom go into labor and he was stillborn.”
“Then she went to rehab?”
“Yes, she started drinking a lot after Trevor,” I whispered.
“I'm sorry Ar.” Ty soothed, pulling me into him. I snuggled closer to him. I can't help but be happy for Trevor. Maybe he was too good to be brought into this messed up world. I wish I could have met him though.
“You're so special Aria and even if your mom picked Trevor, I would pick you any day.”
“Thanks Ty,” I mumbled against his chest.
“Now you need to eat.” He grinned.
“Ty don't.” I squealed when he picked me up and carried me out of the room.
“Ty I'm serious.”
He ignored me, starting to walk down the stairs.
“Please don't drop me.”
“Aria you weigh nothing.” He snorted.
“Yeah but you aren't that strong,” I teased. That made him stop.
“Are you serious?”
“Yep.” I smiled.
He then ran down the stairs and sat me on his lap. He then took his shirt off.
“Want to take that back?” he asked, flexing his muscles.
I shook my head.
“No?” He challenged.
“No Ty, I think Carter is more muscular.” I grinned.
“CARTER!” Ty called.
“What?” Carter asked.
“Arm wrestle.”
He looked at me and then shrugged. I slipped off of Ty's lap and rolled my eyes.
Ty won all three rounds.
“That doesn't prove appearance wise.” I smiled, wiping the smug smile off his face, and Carter spit out the water he was drinking and started rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter.
“Come here.”
I went over to him, and he pulled me onto his lap.
He then tickled the side of my stomach where I am most ticklish and have no bruises.
“OKAY!” I shouted.
“Say, Ty you are the sexiest and strongest man alive.”
“Tyson you are the sexiest and strongest man alive,” I repeated.
“So I've been told many times.” He smiled, lifting me off his lap to go to the fridge.
It's true in my eyes. Ty is the hottest guy I've ever laid eyes on, not the mention his abs and arms are like those in a movie.
“Hey Ty?” I asked.
“Yeah?” he asked, setting a plate of turkey and mashed potatoes in front of me.
“That one day in school,” I started.
“Way to narrow it down,” he teased.
“Anyways, you said I sure do yell at you a lot in my head, what did you mean by that?” I asked.
“You always get this look on your face when you're mad and it was certain times when I could tell you were screaming at me.” He chuckled.
“Oh.” I laughed.
“Now eat.”
“I'm not that hungry.” I sighed.
“You sure were more obedient when you couldn't talk,” he teased.
“No, I wasn't.”
“You were more violent though.” He laughed.
“How else was I supposed to tell you to shut up?”
“You could have just kissed me.”
“Ew.” I laughed. I felt my throat closing.
“HUH!” I gasped.
“Ar, breathe.”
I nodded. I got my breathing back to normal and smiled at him.
“I'm good.”
“You sure know how to scare me.” He chuckled.
“Speaking of scaring me, the nurse looked at your arm while you were out and she thinks that she can take that cast off.” He smiled.
“Really?” I grinned.
We walked into the small room and she said my arm was fine. It's weird though and gross. It's all white and deflated.
“Here.” Ty soothed, softly kissing my arm.
“Thanks, Ty that sure did the trick.” I laughed.
“Come on kisses make it better.” I shook my head at his nonsense however I guess that's how most kids are raised. They get hurt and their parents kiss them where they got hurt to make it better.
This is the first time anyone has ever kissed me to make it better. I like it. It's probably Ty though; I think his kisses could make anything better.
Chapter 13
Dear Diary,
I told Ty about Trevor yesterday. It was nice to tell someone about it.
I wonder what my dad is doing right now. I wonder if I ever cross his mind.
Ty and I are good. He still has to explain to me more about mates but I think I'm starting to get it. Just kidding I don't really understand.
~Aria
I can't really sleep that well for some reason. I keep having these weird dreams.
Ty is asleep, and he has his arm around my waist.
I snuggled into him, but I really have to pee!
I moved out of his grip and then walked over to the bathroom.
I walked out and climbed back into bed.
“Ar,” Ty mumbled.
“Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just can't sleep.” I admitted.
“Do you want a drink of water?”
I don't know how water was going to help!
“Yeah I'll be right back.” I sighed.
I walked downstairs to find Carter sitting at the bar eating a bowl of cereal. I looked over at the clock; it was one in the morning.
“Really Carter?” I laughed.
He looked over at me and smiled.
“I got hungry.” He shrugged.
I grabbed a water bottle and sat next to him.
“Do you live here?” I asked.
“Yep.”
“What about your parents?”
“They are with Tyson's parents a lot.” He sighed.
“Where is that?”
“You ask a lot of questions.” He laughed.
“Answer them.”
“They are away on um business.”
“What do they do?”
“Arrabella.” He groaned.
“Carter.” I groaned back.
“Cute,” he teased, ruffling my hair and putting his bowl in the sink.
“Ask Tyson,” he added before walking out.
�
�Bye!” I called.
I then drank some of the water and then walked back upstairs. I got into bed and snuggled into Ty.
“Have fun?”
“Yep.” I laughed.
“You took a while.”
“Were you timing me?”
“No I just missed you.” He sighed, pulling me closer to him.
I fell back asleep and didn't have another dream that night.
* * *
“So does everyone have a mate?” I asked Ty.
“No only certain people.”
“Like a club?” I questioned.
“Kind of.”
“Are you in a cult?”
“Arrabella.” He snorted.
“Well you act like the leader and order everyone around.”
“I'm not in a cult.”
“Fine and stop calling me Arrabella.”
“Why?” he asked.
“I don't like it,” I replied.
“Why?” He smirked.
“What do your parents do?” I asked, hoping to change the subject, and I was actually curious.
“Where did that come from?”
“Why does Carter live here?” I asked.
“Aria, slow down.” He smiled.
“Tyson.” I groaned.
“My parents and Carter's parents work together. They are very high up in our family business.” He explained.
“What business?” I asked.
“A very important one, anyways a lot people live in this house which is why it is so big.”
“I never see a lot of people.”
“That is because the um, children of the higher power parents live on this side of the house.”
“Oh, I guess that make sense.”
“You don't get it, do you?” He laughed.
“Shut up.” I said, pushing at his chest.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me closer to him.
I looked up and into his brown eyes; they were holding me captive and I was vaguely aware of both of our heads getting closer.
Ty let go of my hand, his hand cupping my face guiding me to his.
I closed my eyes and then felt his lips on mine. An explosion of sparks and butterflies erupted inside me. Our lips moved in harmony, and he pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him.
I pulled away after a moment to breathe, but Ty didn't stop; he started kissing down my neck. He got to this one spot on my neck that made my back arch and my body press closer to him.
He smiled against my skin and then he looked up at me; his eyes were slightly darker. I slid off his lap and he grabbed me and sat me next to him.
