Ok, I'm writing this chapter like a test run. If I get some reviews telling me to continue it I will. If I don't, I won't, so if you want me to continue make sure to tell me.

Aria's POV

I pound on the door to Ezra's apartment, tears running down my face. The door opens.

"Aria! What's wrong?" Ezra asks, concerned, while bringing me inside.

"Nothing." I sniffle. I honestly don't know why I came here, I can't tell anyone why I'm so upset, not even the girls.

"Come on, Aria. You wouldn't show up on my doorstep in the middle of the night crying if nothing was wrong." Ezra says. We both sit down on his couch, and I stare at my hands, playing with the ends of my long sleeves with my fingers. He puts his arm around me, and his hand holds my left upper arm. I flinch and shy away.

"What's wrong with your arm?" He asks, worried. "Did A hurt you?"

"No. Nothing's wrong." I lie.

"Let me see.." He says. He holds my left hand and starts to slide up my sleeve. I jerk my hand away and shout

"I told you nothing is wrong!" I wrap my arms around myself, because his heater isn't working very well.

"Aria…" He starts.

"I shouldn't have come." I muttered. "I have to go." I say as I stand up and hurry out of his apartment.

"Aria!" I hear him call, but I keep walking to the parking lot and get into my car. My dad's going to be pissed. I drive home on the dark road. All of a sudden my headlights go out.

"Shit!" I yell in frustration. Luckily I was right near my house, and I used the light from the streetlamps to park. I walked the rest of the way up the street back to my house, even though it was the last place I wanted to be. Mom moved out, and then Mike moved out. It's just me and my dad, who has been getting drunk and violent more and more since Mom left. That's why Mike left. He offered to take me with him, but I want to try and help fix Dad. I walk in the front door and lock it behind me.

"Aria?" My dad calls out.

"Yeah, it's just me."

"I was worried." He mutters as he walks into the kitchen where I am holding a glass of vodka.

"Dad, maybe you should just have some water…?" I suggest, and try to take the glass from his hand. He backhands me in the face.

"Don't tell me what to do." He bellows as my eyes well up with tears. I should have learned by now never the try and stop him from drinking when he was already drunk. I just nod and hurry up to my room. I'm lying on my bed when my phone buzzes. I check it, and it's an A text.

Looks like you won't be getting any daddy-daughter time -A

I burst into tears and shove my face into my pillow. My phone rings again, and I almost scream and throw it at the wall until I see that it's Spencer. I pick it up.

"He… Hello?" I stutter into the phone.

"Are you crying? Aria what's wrong?" Spencer asks.

"N.. no, I'm… I'm not crying. I.. I'm fine." I cry.

"Aria what is it?" She insists.

"Nothing Spence, I promise." I say, finally in control of my tears.

"Aria…" She says.

"Why did you call?" I ask.

"I wanted to know if you wanted to sleep over at my house Saturday. Emily and Hanna are coming too."

"Yeah, sure. Sounds fun." I say.

"Great. See you at school tomorrow." She says.

"Yeah. See ya." I say, and she hangs up. I almost wish someone knew so I could have someone to understand. I'm thinking maybe I should tell Spencer.

Spencer's POV

I'm closing my locker after getting my books, and she's suddenly right there.

"Hi Aria." I say cheerfully.

"Hi." She mumbles. Something is definitely going on.

"I knew something was wrong. What is it?" I ask.

"Um, well.." She starts. "Mike moved out." She says looking at the ground.

"Oh my gosh I'm so sorry!" Poor Aria. She loves Mike so much.

"because, um, my dad…" She stares at her shoes. It's right then that I realize how sad she looks. She's just wearing sneakers, jeans, and a sweater. That's so unlike her. She didn't even put on much makeup.

"Your dad what?" I ask.

"He…." Just then the bell rings and everyone starts rushing to class. Someone bumps into her left arm and she cries out in pain.

"Aria what's wrong with your arm?!" I question her. She just shakes her head and walks away crying.

"Aria!" I call after her. I run up behind her and grab her left arm without realizing and she yelps in pain.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologize.

"It's nothing." She says. I pick up the same hint at a lie in her voice that I heard last night on the phone.

"Aria…" Aria just walks away, and this time I don't follow her. There is something seriously wrong. She is usually so strong, so independent. But today it seems like she really needs help. She looks worn out, like she's been putting up a face for a while but can't do it anymore. I need to talk to her.

I know it's a short chapter, but I just need to see if any of you are interested before I continue to write the whole thing, so if you want me to continue, review and tell me.