Chapter 3 Author: Roaring River Just as Ava raised her hand to oh-so-dramatically slap herself, Jace caught her wrist and snapped at me. "Demi, she didn't mean it. Can you stop bullying her just because of your background?" Grandma was livid. "What a joke. Demi hasn't even opened her mouth, and this girl's out here sobbing like she's in a soap opera. And now it's bullying? Oh no, sweetheart-don't let that slide. Give 'em a wake-up call!" So I did. I raised my hand and smacked Ava clean across the face. Then looked Jace dead in the eye. "See? That's bullying." Ava froze, mouth open. Jace? Ice cold. "Demi Mancini, you've gone too far-" I slapped him, too. Hard. "That's TOO far." For years, I'd let him talk down to me. Never pushed back. Now? He didn't know what to do with himself. Jace stared me down, jaw tight. "Fine. Real fine. But you hit me again-don't come crying later." Then he turned his back on me. "Come on, Ava. Let's get you checked out." Grandma scoffed so loud in my head. "Not even a glance at you, Demi. Just running off to baby someone else. What a blockhead. Any girl would regret ending up with a guy like that. Ugh. And look at that arm-ouch, sweetheart." I glanced at my bleeding arm, the scrape raw and stinging. And just like that, everything hit me-pain, betrayal, all of it, full force. Back in school, Jace would've freaked over a paper cut. Wanted to carry my pain. Maybe he never really loved me. I used to think at least that part was real. Now he ignored my arm and threw accusations like I was out to make Ava look bad. Grandma wasn't just being dramatic. She was dead right. Marrying him would've been the same disaster on loop. *** I wiped my tears, found a nurse, and got my arm bandaged. Around me, nurses kept whispering, eyes flicking toward a wall. I followed their stare. Behind the glass? Ava and Jace-locked in some dramatic, steamy hug. Ava's voice drifted out. "Jace, if Demi found out you faked amnesia just to be with me, she'd lose it." He twirled her hair. "So what if she does? Everyone knows she's obsessed with me. Even without my memory, she'd still beg me to marry her." Grandma scoffed hard. "In his dreams. Demi didn't pick him. She's not begging anyone. Just wait till the engagement news hits-let's see him smirk then." I laughed-dry, empty. No joy in sight. Cradling my bandaged arm, I turned and walked away. I'd heard enough. Screams exploded around me. "They've got knives! Run!" Panic hit like a slap. I bolted with the crowd, but some patient in the chaos snatched me, swinging a knife like a maniac. I had some self-defense training-not enough. I caught Jace looking over. "Jace, help me!" I yelled without thinking. He started to move-but Ava latched onto his arm. "Jace, I'm scared. Please don't leave me." And he froze. That one second- The knife sliced across my already torn-up arm. I gasped, pain white-hot. Grandma was freaking out. "This attack was a nightmare back then-how'd Demi end up in it again? And Jace? Faking amnesia, letting her bleed while he plays hero for Ava? Unbelievable." I could barely stay upright, dizzy from the pain. I bit down hard and screamed, "Jace, I'm begging you-help me, or I'm seriously gonna die!" And right then, Ava screamed. A patient charged at them. Jace didn't even blink-just threw himself over Ava and ran off with her.