“I saw Rusty last night,” I tell her. Her body stiffens, the mug poised at her bottom lip. “Does that make you uncomfortable?” I cock my head. “Bring back memories of some of your worst traits?” Aria sniffs and lifts her chin, placing the coffee cup down. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” It was her sixteenth birthday party, and she brought him to my room and barricaded the door so I couldn’t get out. Flashes of that night zoom through my mind, sending a ripping sensation down my middle, letting the hurt bleed out onto the floor. Me screaming.
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dude, she's evil. there's no redemption for Aria
