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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Aiden. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter 14
Alyn was getting ready to leave his room as always. It was something like a routine: She’d show up to his house, and he’d answer the door every time. They would go upstairs, have sex and he would give her whatever drugs she asked for, based on how he was feeling that day and sometimes, if he was feeling particularly nasty, on how good the fuck was. Sometimes he’d be too tired, and she would just sit in his room, holding his needle as he would put a tourniquet around his arm. She’d watched him get high and come down, and sometimes she wondered what she would do if he just dropped unconscious in front of her. She wondered if she’d have the balls to call an ambulance, or if she’d just leave him there for someone else to find.
“Alyn,” he started.
She turned, one foot in her tights, to a stereotypical sex scene: messy bed, happy guy smoking a cigarette.
“Yeah?”
“You don’t always have to go straight away.”
She looked at him, surveying the situation. What did he want?
“I don’t want to – you know – anymore. Um … At least not tonight anyway.”
“No, I didn’t mean that. Just come and lay here with me for a while.”
She walked cautiously back towards his bed as he watched her. She sat on the foot of his bed, swinging her legs up in front of her, facing him. She tucked her knees under her chin and kept them there by wrapping her arms around them. They sat in silence for a few seconds.
“If I didn’t know any better,” she started, feeling a little more relaxed now that he’d shown some kind of emotion, “part of me would say you’re trying to be friendly.”
“Hey, I’ve always been friendly.”
“As friendly as you can be in this situation, I guess,” she allowed a small smile.
“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile,” he smiled too. “Properly at least.” He waited a few seconds, before asking, “How did you get messed up with this shit, Alyn?”
She looked at him, searching for a hint of sarcasm, apathy, anything telling her to not answer. She found no trace of any of these. His features seemed to have changed; his normally dark, uncaring eyes now seemed bright and curious.
“What?” she stalled, trying to think of something to say in response to his question; she hadn’t thought about her “story”.
He shifted in the bed slightly, scratching his bare chest, “How does someone like you get messed up in this kind of life? You’re really pretty,” she smiled but did not return, or thank him for, the compliment. “How old are you?”
“I’m twenty.”
He shook his head, “At your age, I was still in college.”
“Did you graduate?” He shook his head, no. “Oh. What happened?”
The toughness of his features returned briefly, “I don’t want to go into it.”
“Sorry.” She pulled her knees in tighter, thinking about the profile that she had read on this man some time before. He was arrested when he was 20, wasn’t he? He’s ruthless. Clever. That’s what it said.
Clever must be right, she thought. The man sitting in front of her now, the pain that flashed in his eyes as he talked about his younger days … he didn’t seem so ruthless and hurtful.
But then she would think that only 20 minutes ago, they were having sex, just so she could pay for her “habit”. She felt like a prostitute. She wasn’t even using the stuff he gave her – it was like fighting a war knowing you’ll never win. The only thing that could come out of this is a stupid news story on a stupid news channel.
I don’t even watch fucking CNN, she thought bitterly, biting down on her lip, in fear of maybe speaking her anger out loud.
“I don’t say this to everyone,” he said after a few seconds more of silence, both of them evidently lost in their own thoughts. “And I doubt I’ll ever say it again. Ali … do you mind if call you Ali?”
“Uh,” she stopped, surprised to hear a nickname for herself that she hadn’t heard in years. “No, its fine.”
“Ali, you’re much too good for this type of life.”
Got that right.
She smiled a smile that was small, sad. A few seconds later, she said, “I better go.”
“Sure,” He climbed out of bed, and she averted her eyes from his naked body, although she didn’t see why she should be embarrassed anymore. Maybe this sort of thing never becomes normal.
Of course it doesn’t.
He walked over to a chest of drawers that she hadn’t noticed all the times she’d been in the room. It was in a dark corner of the room, only standing less than a metre off the ground and about a metre wide. There were some clothes on it, piled up messily. Jake reached out for the drawer handle, but instead of trying to pull it out, there was a lock on it, and she watched him turn the dial to gain access.
34 21 47.
The door clicked and he pulled it open, just like a safe. There was a draw inside. He pulled it out, and picked up two books and put them down on the floor. Then he pulled out a thin, wooden panel, and placed it on top of the books. He reached his hand in, but stopped.
He looked over his shoulder, “Are you still here?”
She shook her head sharply, turned on her heels and opened the door.
34 21 47.
She rushed down the stairs, nearly bumping into an old, wrinkle-faced woman walking up the stairs. The woman grabbed Alyn’s arm.
“Are you his 10.30 appointment?” she asked, her voice gruff and withered. She said “his” in such a way that Alyn thought she had “Jake’s fuck toy” written on her t-shirt.
“Excuse me?”
She coughed out a laugh and tapped her on the arm, before carrying on walking up the stairs, “You’ll be a tough one to follow.”
Alyn sprinted down the remainder of the stairs, tearing out of the house like a bat out of Hell. She held on to the porch railings as she vomited everything her stomach held.
She felt a hand on her arched back, “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” She mumbled, her face still down.
“Sure?”
Before she could answer, she heard another male voice cut in, “Alright, JD?”
“Yeah, no problem Wil. Girl’s a bit sick, but I think she’s okay.”
Wil?
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