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Jace was here.

He came for me.

He still cared! Or maybe it was under Tyler's orders. But why would Tyler want me??!!

Questioned brewed in my mind when the door slammed open, revealing a very angry looming Jace.

It pained me to see him, but relief and happiness soon washed in.

Before I knew it, my arms had wrapped around his neck, hugging him so tightly.

He stiffened a little, before hugging me back.

I missed him.

I needed someone to be there for me.

I cried and cried, ignoring the gunshots and yelling that could be heard in the hallways.

"He-he killed him Jace. He k-killed Daniel," I sobbed into his neck and his hand rubbed my back soothingly. The tears were back.

I couldn't do this no more.

"It's going to be okay, Ella. I'm gonna get you out," he comforted me, using the nickname I haven't heard in a long time.

"I want to go home."

I missed being comforted by him.

Then, the memories of what he did washed through my head, making me step back, wiping my tears away. I don't think I'm ready for this. I don't think my heart can handle breaking again.

I stood back a little, staring into his eyes. The warmth and friendship he had when he looked at me ha seven replaced by a numb look. His eyes held nothing, making my hope sink.

Had he changed?

"Come on, Tyler is waiting on the dirt bike," Jace informed me, grabbing my arm and gently tugging me.

"Tyler?"

He was actually here?
But why?

"Yeah, as well as me, he was the one who tried his hardest to find you. You may not like him, but he cares for you."

Cares for me? Tyler DiCarlo cares for me?

Unconsciously nodding, I followed him until we reached the front door, which had been knocked down. The sounds of gunshots rang in my ears as my vision blurred and my hands began to sweat. Slightly dragging me, we reached the small village, which was no empty for some reason. Walking me behind the house, my jaw dropped as I saw Tyler leaning against a motorcycle.

He was wearing a white shirt, a black jacket on top. His hair was spiked a little and his shades made him look so dangerous yet alluring.

Ugh, what am I thinking??

"There's my bellissima principessa," he grinned. He called me his beautiful princess.

"I'm not yours," I grumbled, not wanting to be reminded of Aidan.

"C'mon principessa, get on."

Slowly, I got on the motorcycle behind him. "Um, what am I supposed to hold in?" I questioned.

Tyler turned his head to the side, not looking at me, but enough for me to see his face. That was when I realised how close I was to him. His lips tugged upwards . "Wrap your arms around my waist, mi amore," he answered, before turning his head back and starting the engine.

"I am NOT putting my hands on your w-" I began but was cut off by the wind hitting my face. Automatically, my arms tightened around Tyler's waist. My face buried into his back, which vibrated as he chuckled.

A few minutes later, we arrived at another mansion, slightly smaller. We were still in one of the more developed parts of Africa.

"Your hands are still around my waist mia dea (according to goodie translate, its means 'my Goddess' ."

Snapping out of my thoughts, I removed them, making him laugh. "You can keep them there if you want my fiore (flower) ."

I got off the bike, dusting myself. "Can you stop with the pet names."

He grinned it return, moving the bike to the garage before closing the garage door.

We entered the house to see a very Victorian looking house. It kind of reminded me of the small version of the Salvatore boarding house.

May HE rest in peace

(don't wanna give spoilers even though probably everyone knows)

Tyler lead me to the lounge, that was filled with people chatting, watching TV, or fighting each other.

Huh

"Guys, you remember Ariella. She will be staying for a while," Tyler told them. Bro, I have never seen any of these people on my life-how would they remember me?? "Nobody touch her. I swear that if any of you harm her, you face me." His Italian accent became stronger with every word. He the turned to me. "Make yourself at home. Your room is the second door down the hall after turning right and then walking up the stairs."

And with that, he left, muttering he had work to do, leaving me with a bunch of people staring at me. I probably looked like a troll-and not that pretty ones from the movie 'Trolls'. I mean the hideous ones.

"Im just going to go to my room now," I slowly said, making my way towards the hallway, their eyes following me. Once they were out of sight, I let out the breath I was holding.

Ugh, I hate people.

Trying to remember what Tyler told me, I admired the house as I walked around.

I turned the corner to see I was standing in a game room. There was 2 boys sitting on the couch, playing GTA.

Huh, I could easily beat them.

I noticed Jace sitting in the corner on a couch, laughing at something the girl next to him said. Walking up to him, I decided I wanted to thank him for getting me out, only to freeze when I saw who was sitting next to him.

Brianna

The girl who used to bully me.

The same girl that had a make out session with Jace in front of me 2 years ago.

Memories flashed in my head as I held back my tears.

Jace noticed me there, getting up, Brianna getting up with him. He was smiling, a big smile. And his eyes were holding so much happiness.

The same amount that was held when I was his friend.

"Ariella, you remember Brianna. I mean, she's changed now," Jace brought me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, my lips in a thin line. Looking over her, I noticed she hadn't changed one bit appearance wise.

"Ariella, oh my gosh, it's so good to see you," she said , bringing me into a hug. I stiffened, not hugging back as her sickening perfume infected my nose. She let go, standing next to Jace. She flashed me a smile, which was obviously fake. "I'm so happy Tyler save you. And, in really sorry about your brother and all."

She didn't sound sorry one bit.

A pang of pain hit my heart as I nodded, pushing away my memories of Daniel.

"I'm gonna go to my room."

And with that, I left the room, trying my best to keep my tears in.

"Ariella! Ariella!" I heard Jace's familiar voice echoed throughout the corridors. I ignored him, wiping the tears with my hand.

"Ella!" His hand held onto my   arm, but I twisted around, harshly pulling it back.

"Don't touch me!" I hissed.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

I chuckled a little darkly. "What's happening? You tell me as you laugh and joke with the same girl that bullied me for 2 years. The same one that cheated on you."

He shook his head furiously. "No. She's changed. She's been helping me for these past 2 years."

"Helping you? I should have been helping you," I angrily said, my hands balling into fists.

"No, you weren't there-"

"BECAUSE YOU LEFT ME JACE! YOU LEFT ME WHEN I NEEDED YOU THE MOST!"

My tears were running freely.

He sighed, looking down before looking me in my eyes. "Your being overdramatic. Stop trying to be an attention seeker with your crying and being depressed."

I stumbled back a little. "Attention seeking? Being depressed? I WATCHED MY BROTHER GET SHOT AND BLEED TO DEATH! DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT FEELS?!"

His face showed anger.

"YES! I KNOW HOW IT FEELS! I WATCHED MY SISTER DIE IN FRONT OF ME IN THE HOSPITAL. AND DO YOU KNOW WHY SHE DIED? BECAUSE SHE WAS IN A CROSS-FIRE BETWEEN YOUR BROTHERS' GANG AND ANOTHER GANG."

My eyes widened.

I never really knew how Jessica died.

"Yeah, you looked surprised. Your brothers started it first. Jessica was walking from school when a bullet hit her. She was rushed to the hospital, but it was too late. I watched as she died. That's why I left." His voice cracked at the end.

"Look Jace, I am sorry. But that shows, how can you call me an attention seeker. Call me depressed."

I searched his eyes, looking for any signs of friendship, or guilt in them. They held nothing. I couldn't stand looking at them.

"You of all people should know how I feel right now," my voice fell into a whisper. I turned away, not wanting look at him anymore.

"Ariella wait-"

I whipped around again, to see those eyes. Those eyes that once could comfort me.

"Please don't," I whimpered. "Don't look at me. I can't stand you looking at me. I can't stand you looking at me with eyes that hold nothing."

I walked back little. "Just...please...".

And this time, I walked away. This time, I left him.

But truthfully, it didn't feel as good as I thought it would.

Very intense ending to the  chapter. Longer chapter than usual. 

I know some of you wanted some Tyler moments, but I wanted go put in a Jace and Ariella moments-and why he did leave.

Comment questions for my Q&A, and think of a ship name for Tyler and Ariella. I don't know what to do.

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