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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 16
Alyn was happy.
Happy!
She hadn’t felt like this in a long time – she felt like a teenager with her first crush. And although right now she was walking to Jake’s, she felt good. She was going to give this all up soon – she was, she had to – and she was going to make it work with Wil.
She had an amazing time with him yesterday. She even forgot to ask about the other night outside Jake’s. Surely it could have just been anyone? It didn’t have to have been her Wil. It could have been any old Will, William … She didn’t think on it too much.
The day ended with them having a burger by the Space Needle, which was all lit up yellow and white, with the red dot flashing on top: no matter how many times she saw it, she still felt in awe. It stuck out like a tooth pick amongst the Lego-like stature of Seattle.
They’d said goodbye with a kiss, but not a long, passionate, romantic one, not what she wanted to give him after such a great time; at the back of her mind, Jake’s name resounded, and she couldn’t muster more than a peck. Hopefully, soon, that would all end. All of it.
Arriving at Jake’s, she was about to knock on the door, to notice it was open about two inches.
That’s not right.
She pushed the door open quietly and tip toed in. The only light she could see was coming from the front room, the rest of the house was pitch black. As she crept closer to the door, she heard loud voices echoing around the empty hall way, and wondered how she missed them before. They were loud, shouting, male voices. And she recognised the loudest one.
“Do they fucking know? Do they?” Wolfe shouted. “Speak up, I can’t hear you, you snivelling bastard. How could you be so careless? Did you tell them who we are?”
She couldn’t hear anyone answer, but they must have, as every time there was a pause, it would quickly be followed by more shouting, or muffled thumps.
She walked closer to the door, and managed to look inside. The medium sized room was lined with people, some sitting on the chairs, some standing around, staring at something in the middle of the room. She could see Wolfe standing there, directly in front of her. If he’d looked up, he would have been able to see her clearly. But his eyes were trained exclusively on the man in front of him.
The man on the floor was saying something, but she still could not hear what. Jake’s face was contorting in rage – he obviously wasn’t hearing what he wanted to. Jake reached into his pocket slowly, and she instantly knew what he was reaching for. She tried to run, but as she turned, the old floor creaked under her feet. Nearly everyone in the room turned to the door, including Jake. He looked up and must have seen her through the gap in the door.
“Go upstairs,” he shouted. She stood in fear. “Go up-fucking-stairs, Alyn, now!”
She felt like her heart was about to explode, the fear mounting up inside of her. She looked to the left and saw the door still slightly ajar, and she looked to her right, seeing the dark, dingy staircase.
I could make a run for it. Just go. Tell the police.
As she was about to head for the door, she heard a gun shot, and then an icy silence. She didn’t need to think twice: she ran up the stairs, into Jake’s room.
She sat there for what seemed like forever, but was really only a couple of minutes, thinking about what must have happened downstairs.
He shot someone. He just murdered someone and I practically saw it. What do I do?
She was considering going back downstairs when the door creaked open. A weary Jake walked in. His knuckles were bloody, as was his tee shirt. He looked up and smiled crookedly at Alyn, seemingly forgetting she was there. He shut the door behind him, and walked towards her. She stood up.
“What did you see?” he asked.
“I didn’t -”
“That’s right. You didn’t. There was nothing to see, was there?”
She didn’t know what to say. He kept staring at her intently, waiting for her answer.
All she could muster was, “You have blood on your shirt.”
He looked down. “Oh. So I do.”
He curled his fingers under the hem of his tee and peeled it off. He threw it and it landed with a wet thud by his bed. Some of the blood had soaked through to Jake’s pale skin.
She could see a glint of black metal coming from his pocket and couldn’t take her eyes off it. He saw her staring and did another sickening smile while reaching for the gun. He held it between his thumb and forefinger, and swung it back and forth.
“Got my prints all over it.” He said matter-of-factly, “If they dusted for ‘em, mine would come up.”
Before she had time to take in what he was saying, he had swung the 9mm at her, and she caught it instinctively.
“Oops! Now yours are on it too!” he feigned a scared look. He walked towards her and said in a low whisper, “Oh no. Now I guess we’re both in trouble.”
She stared in horror at the gun in her hands. She didn’t know what to do.
Aiming and firing at him feels like a good idea.
Without realising, she had squared the gun up and aimed it directly at Jake’s chest.
He laughed, “You’re going to shoot me, Ali?”
“My name is Alyn.”
“Alyn. What-the fuck-ever. You’re not going to shoot me.”
“Yet here I am, with a gun in my hands, aiming it at you.”
“If you shoot me, everyone will know. Everyone. I am Jake Wolfe, I am notorious, did you not know that? I just shot someone with that gun you’re holding. If you kill me, who will be caught? You. And you won’t get a heroes welcome, either.”
Looking at the gun felt surreal. She felt like she was someone else, looking at herself. This is not me. Her lip started to quiver and her eyes watered up.
“Alyn,” he walked closer to her, at such a fast pace that she thought he wasn’t going to stop. “How does it feel? How does it feel to hold that gun?”
He stopped directly in front of her, the gun digging into his breast bone.
“How does it feel to aim that at me, knowing you can take my life with just one squeeze of a trigger?”
Her eyes flickered to his, “Frightening.”
“Not powerful?” His eyes lit up with passion. “Not incredibly powerful?”
“You don’t need a gun to be powerful.”
“It sure helps,” he laughed again.
There was a pause between them. She could feel her fingers tightening around the casing of the gun, and for a second, she thought she could actually shoot this bastard.
“You do realise,” he started, breaking the silence. “That you can’t tell the police about this, don’t you?” he suddenly took hold of her hands, squeezing them painfully onto the gun. “Your finger prints are on it now. All over it. And no one downstairs is going to back you up. You’ll look like the spurned junkie, the one who wanted another hit, the one who wanted just that little bit more … but damn, your gracious dealer couldn’t give you it. And you found his 9mm, the one he uses for safety, and you shoot him,” he rocked her hands so the gun dug into him, “bang, bang, bang.”
She let go of the gun and it fell to the floor with a thud. It took all of her strength to not cry. She couldn’t let him feel like he’s won. Not again.
He pushed her forward, smirking still, until she hit the wall next to his bedroom door. He pushed his hand up to her neck and forced his mouth onto hers.
“No!” she screamed, pushing him away.
“Not in the mood tonight, sweetheart?”
“I don’t think I’m ever going to be ‘in the mood’ again. You sicken me.”
“Maybe you should get your hit from someone else then, hm? I let you get off not paying for the stuff I give you, and this is how you repay me? You need to learn some fucking respect, Ali. Maybe you shouldn’t come back here,” he repeated, “I don’t want to waste my stuff on someone like you if you can’t appreciate what you’re given.”
She stared at the floor next to him.
This wasn’t worth it, was it? All this blackmail and hurt and shooting? But I can’t give up now; I must be so close to busting his fucking balls. I need to hold on.
She looked back into his eyes, and once again, that crooked smile came to his smug face.
“I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he stepped back, and then looked down at the blood lightly traced on her top. “And make sure you get rid of those clothes.”
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