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," he begged.
I shook my head.
"What don't you get?" he asked.
'Why am I your mate?' I wrote.
"Because we were made for each other," he stated.
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 while throwing the remote for the television. There he goes getting pissed again! I got off the couch and ran out of the room.
"Aria wait," he called and 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 the abuse started directing towards me.
The only problem is I have no idea where I am.
"Aria," Ty stated 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 and I stepped back.
"Don't," I whispered.
His face broke and 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," he explained.
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?" he asked.
I didn't look up I just tried to fight it! I then was in Ty's arms and in a second 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.
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"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 confidently stated.
I flipped him off.
"Do you want to tell me why you can't shout back at me; because I know you want to," he stated.
"I do," I snapped, but it was still quiet.
"Shout at me Aria," he ordered.
"Shut up," I demanded.
"Why?" he smirked.
"Shut up," I said a little louder.
"Is it bothering you that I can yell and you can't yell back?" he asked.
I know what he is trying to do and it sure as hell is 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," he quickly added.
I looked over at him.
"See Aria, nothing happens when you talk, you're fine see?" he proved.
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," I stated.
"What?" he asked.
"Why can't I shout back; my dad," I repeated.
"Did he do something?" he asked.
"You'll get mad," I replied.
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," he remembered.
"Whenever I talked he would shove peanut butter down my throat," I explained.
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 too.
"You're throat would close so you couldn't breathe," Ty connected while breaking me out of my thoughts.
I nodded.
"How didn't that make you die?" he asked in anger.
"He would give me my shot," I replied.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you," he soothed while 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," he added.
I nodded.
"I still don't get the mate thing," I admitted, while taking a deep breath, talking is okay I reminded myself.
"I will explain it to you further, I just can't yet," he promised.
"Okay," I shrugged.
"So no more writing?" he asked.
"Talking," I agreed.
"So you have a brother?" he asked.
I looked at him confused. He remembers that? I wrote him that on one of the first days we met.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," he added.
"He's dead," I whispered.
"What happened?" Ty asked.
"My mom was pregnant with him," I started.
"Okay," Ty followed.
"My dad said to my mom chose Arrabella or Trevor, her son, and he was still in her stomach," I continued.
"She chose you?" he asked.
"No, she chose my brother," I sighed.
"So then how did he die?" Ty questioned.
"My dad he," I started to say, but shook my head. "She miscarried," I simplified. I can still picture her on the kitchen floor. On the ugly green tile. Dad standing over her. All the blood.
"Then she went to rehab?" he asked snapping me out of my memory.
"Yes, she started drinking a lot after Trevor," I whispered.
"I'm sorry Aria," Ty soothed while 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 put 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," he added.
"Thanks Ty," I mumbled against his chest.
"Now you need to eat," he grinned.
"Ty don't," I squealed while he picked me up and carried me out of the room.
"Ty I'm serious," I complained.
He ignored me while starting to walk down the stairs.
"Please don't drop me," I begged.
"Aria you weigh nothing," he snorted.
"Yeah but you aren't that strong," I teased, that made him stop.
"Are you serious?" he asked.
"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.
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 challenged.
He looked at me and then shrugged. I slipped off of Ty's lap and rolled my eyes.
After three rounds Ty won them all.
"That doesn't prove appearance wise," I smiled making his smug smiled vanish and Carter spit out the water he was drinking and started rolling on the floor in a fit of laughter.
"Come here," he demanded.
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," he demanded.
"Tyson you are the sexiest and strongest man alive," I repeated.
"So I've been told many times," he smiled while 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 on eyes, not the mention his abs and arms are like ones in a movie.
"Hey Ty?" I asked.
"Yeah," he asked while 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 that mean?" 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," he demanded.
"I'm not that hungry," I sighed.
"You sure were more agreeable when you couldn't talk," he teased.
"No I wasn't," I defended.
"You were more violent though," he laughed.
"How else was I supposed to tell you to shut up," I asked.
"You could have just kissed me," he suggested.
I opened my mouth to respond when I felt my air supply change.
"HUH," I gasped.
"Aria, breath," Ty demanded.
I nodded.
I got my breathing back to normal and then smiled at him.
"I'm good," I assured.
"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 is fine now. It's weird though and gross. It's all white and deflated.
"Here," Ty soothed while softly kissing my arm.
"Thanks Ty that sure did the trick," I laughed.
"Come on kisses make it better," he defended. I shook his head at his nonsense however I guess that's how most kids are raised. They get hurt and their parent kissed where they got hurt to make it better.
This is the first time anyone ever kissed me to make it better, I like it.
It's probably Ty though; I think his kisses could make anything better.
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