Okay, so I highly doubt many people still care about this story but I had a burst of motivation last night and wrote this chapter. I hope you like it. Also, I think the lyrics on this chapter are quite fitting for Ezria in both this story and right now in the show.
"We said we'd walk together, darling, come what may,
That come the twilight should we lose our way,
If as we're walking a hand should slip free,
I'll wait for you,
And should I fall behind,
Wait for me."
I walked through the woods, my heart pounding as I recalled all of the times I had been in a scenario similar to this one – none of them had happy endings. My feet were beginning to get sore from all of the twigs and debris lying on the ground but I ignored it. Gone were the times when I found it difficult to run in heels.
There were white paint markings on the trees as I continued into the denser part of the woods. The paint was fresh, leading me to believe that these were the signs the mysterious texter had been referring to. Ideas, each more terrible than the next, went through my mind about what would be waiting when the white markings stopped. Why hadn't I told somebody where I was going?
A couldn't really be back, could he? She? Shim? I mean, we knew that it had been Ian behind it back in Rosewood but what if this was somebody new? And why were they appearing now? The message hadn't been signed A anyway so maybe this was somebody new. My heart was pounding, adrenaline pumping through my veins.
As the forest got denser, the light became sparser and I was forced to use my phone's flashlight to see where I was going. As I was pulling it out of my bra, I noticed that there was no signal. I was well and truly on my own. Well shit.
The trail continued for about five more minutes until I found myself in a small clearing. There was a single tree in the middle with a giant arrow painted on it pointing towards the ground where somebody had placed a giant 'X'. Well this was tacky.
"Hello?" I called. My voice echoed around the trees causing me to get a little spooked. Or a lot spooked. When nobody replied, I figured that the 'X' was there for a reason. My mind wandered to Ezra and what he'd do if he knew what I was up to right now.
I slowly made my way over to the 'X' and was about to turn around when a hand covered my eyes making me scream in surprise. Adrenaline kicked in and I swung my fist backwards over my shoulder, connecting it with my attacker's nose.
"Fuck, Aria, what the hell?" Suddenly I could see again and I span around to see Ezra clutching his nose. He was dressed in a tux and his hair was combed neatly.
"Ezra?" I asked in shock, "What are you doing here?"
"Well," he began, moving his hand from his nose and wiping the tears away from his eyes, "I was trying to surprise my girlfriend at her prom but now I kind of want to throttle her." He touched his nose with his fingers and winced. There was a small cut on the bridge of his nose from where my ring had hit him.
I giggled and moved closer to him, slapping his hands away lightly as he tried to keep me from inspecting his nose.
"You'll live," I told him, "And I'm sorry I punched you – even if you did scare the crap out of me."
Ezra chuckled and swooped down to press a light kiss to my lips.
"I guess I deserve it," he said, bemused. "Don't know why I thought you would find it romantic if I snuck up on you in a dark forest." He wrapped his arms around my waist and I followed suit, looping my own arms around the back of his neck. I slipped my fingers under the collar of his crisp, white shirt, feeling the top oh his back. He shivered as my cool fingers made contact with his warm skin.
"Yes, you could have thought of a better way then making me believe I was about to be murdered," I agreed, "But I'm so happy to see you nonetheless."
Ezra smiled and kissed me again, this time with more passion. We kissed for several moments before he pulled back and gazed into my eyes. The love I felt for that man was suffocating as I looked up into his warm eyes. Ezra pushed a tendril of my hair away from my face and connected our lips once more.
When we pulled apart again, we were both breathless.
"You look beautiful," he told me, stepping back to look at my dress. He spotted the corsage and raised an eyebrow, "Your date has excellent taste." I could hear the jealousy in his voice.
"He does," I agreed, "But before you go all jealous on me remember who I am standing with right now and who is alone on the dance floor." A pang of guilt hit me in the gut as I thought about poor Bruce standing alone after he had been such a sweet date. I doubted that Rose would be very happy with me for abandoning her twin at our Senior Prom.
Ezra chuckled as he stepped further away from me and made his way to the bushes on our left. I watched confused as he reached under the leaves and pulled out a bag. He made his way back over to me and pulled out a rose.
"For you," he said with his boyish grin. I accepted the flower and leaned up to give him a chaste kiss as thanks. Ezra, however, had other ideas. He dropped the bag at our feet and pulled me closer to him, his tongue making its way into my mouth.
I moaned as he pulled me flush against him as he backed us against the tree. I dropped the rose onto the bag beside us and wrapped my arms around his neck, ensuring that there was not so much of an inch between us.
"God, Aria," Ezra moaned against my lips. He lowered himself down slightly so he could run his hands up under my dress and grasp the back of my thighs before hitching me up so that I could wrap my legs around his waist. We kissed each other fiercely, making up for all the lost time. Ezra slipped a hand between us and began to rub me slowly through my satin panties.
I groaned loudly and detached from his lips so that I could shakily draw air into my burning lungs. Ezra moved his lips to my neck and sucked hard on my pulse, no doubt creating a dark hickey. As his fingers moved beneath the fabric of my underwear, and one of my own hands pulled down his zipper, it occurred to me that we were being utterly careless but I couldn't bring myself to stop. Ever since the beginning of our relationship attraction had won over logic.
After a moments struggle, I got Ezra's pants to come undone and they pooled at his feet. If I didn't have him inside of me soon I was sure I'd explode.
It was at that moment, however, that everything turned quickly south.
"MR FITZ, TAKE YOUR HANDS OFF OF THE YOUNG GIRL."
Everything that happened after that happened in a blur. Two sheriffs walked forward and pulled Ezra away from me, allowing him to quickly pull up his trousers before cuffing him. He did not say a word, presumably from shock, as they roughly shoved him through the trees and out of sight. It didn't take long after that for me to start screaming and Mrs Curran rushed towards me and wrapped me in a blanket. In my hysterics at Ezra being escorted away by the police I couldn't articulate a sentence to tell her that he had not harmed me in any way.
"Your parents are being notified of his attack on you dear," she said, unaware that her supposedly soothing words were only causing me to cry harder. "Shh, it's alright. You are safe now. Your parents will be on their way soon so this can all be over."
My parents were on their way. My parents were on their way. My parents were on their way.
The words echoed around my head as I tried to move one foot in front of the other without stumbling. It didn't feel real. Everything was so close to falling into place and now there was a chance that Ezra could go to jail. Sure, I was of age now but my parents have proof of Ezra and I being together back in Rosewood. They had told me, hadn't they, all those months ago when I was first shipped off to West Virginia that they wouldn't hesitate in going to the police if they found me having any contact with him. This was it; this was the end. All those months of hiding, of planning our future, of whispered promises were for nothing.
No, I had to fight for him. This was just another thing for us to work through. Even though this doesn't look right, it has always felt right. I was not going to let them turn it into something that felt wrong.
"He's – he's – he's my –" I tried to draw enough oxygen into my lungs in order to explain that what they saw had been totally misconstrued but the sight of Ezra in handcuffs was still fresh in my eyes and breathing was becoming increasingly more difficult. Memories of the panic attacks I had suffered as a child came to mind as I felt myself begin to tremble.
I tried to breath through it but it was like trying to push two magnets together. No matter how hard I tried the oxygen just wouldn't quench the burning feeling in my lungs, making me wail harder. What if I died? In, out, in, out – it wasn't working.
"Shh, it's alright, Aria, it's all over," Mrs Curran continued to try and sooth me but it was to no avail. I was too warm, my heart was going to fast, I couldn't breath, I was dying. "Aria?" Her voice felt like it was a million miles away. Black spots began to appear in my vision and my head felt like it would explode from the pressure building up inside.
I fell to my knees as my world crumbled around me.
Well, what do you think? Any ideas on what is going to happen next or how Aria is going to talk them out of this one? I know the chapter wasn't that long but I had always planned on this chapter being exactly the way it is ever since the last chapter of 'Old Flame'. You will understand why in the next couple of chapters.
Follow me on twitter (my account is WillThereBeWifi - props to whoever knows what show that quote is from) where I'll most likely be tweeting about my progress with more chapters of this and of 'Temptation' (which by the way needs ONE more review before it hits 150 and I would be very appreciative if somebody wants to drop it a review).
Good luck on Tuesday folks and I'll see you on the other side.