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Breathless	By : xCookingWinex Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Aiden Views: 1882 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 24
Alyn’s dreams had disturbed her. They were of Jake, Wil, guns, sex, drugs. They were surreal, like every thing that had happened all of a sudden merged into one and nothing made sense. The whole dream was her looking at herself, watching her life twist and turn before her eyes. She could see her and Will having sex, even though they never had. She could see Jake laughing, laughing so cruelly, watching her all the time, knowing he’d got a vice-like grip over her and everything she did. Her eyes shot open when she saw a gun being aimed at her. What scared her more was she couldn’t see who the shooter was.
“Alyn? What’s the matter?”
She sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes. Her leg slipped off the bed then the rest of her, and she was brought back to reality with a thud.
“Shit, Alyn! Are you okay?” Wil climbed off the bed and sat opposite her, his chest bare and wounds evident.
She took a few breaths and blinked, feeling like she couldn’t wake up from the night terror she just had.
“I – I think so. I … Jesus,” her eyes filled with tears and she looked at him, wanting an answer or some comfort, or some kind of understanding, but he just looked at her, seemingly at a loss of what to do.
“Never mind,” she stood on shaky legs, and he stood too. “It was nothing. A nightmare. You should get back into bed before you catch cold.”
“Are you sure that’s all it was?”
She looked at him for a few seconds, before nodding silently. He touched her arm gently before climbing back onto his bed.
“Are you feeling better?”
“Well, you know. I’m still breathing.”
She looked at the floor.
Why does he say shit like that?
She tried again, “Does your stomach feel better?”
“What’s with all the questions?”
“What’s with your attitude?”
“You just keep asking me shit! Have you been talking to the doc? What did he tell you?”
“Wil! I’ve been sleeping next to you all this time, when did I have chance to find him?”
He rubbed his hand over his face, “I don’t know. Shit. I don’t know.”
“Yeah, you don’t know shit.”
“Alyn I-“
“You could do with some wash stuff.”
“Alyn?“
“The doc said you’d be here for a couple of days. I’ll go get you some stuff,” she picked up her coat and bag. “Do you want some magazines? I’m sure you’ll be bored soon, I’ll get you some.”
“Alyn!”
“What?” she snapped, hand on the door knob. “What, Wil? Do you want me to stay so we can argue some more? I don’t want to argue. I want to go so I can get you some stuff and you can sleep off that shitty attitude you woke up with.”
“I don’t mean it, I just-“
“I don’t care. I just don’t care. Whatever the excuse is, I don’t care. I’m going to get you some stuff and when I come back, I hope we’re both in better moods.”
She opened the door, and she could hear him go to speak again. She turned, looked him square in the eye.
“I appreciate you’ve got some tough shit going on right now. But I didn’t cause it, Wil. I’m trying to help you. I don’t want, or need, your crap, okay? I want to help you. Don’t treat me like I’m the bad guy.”
“I’m sorry, Ali.”
“I’ll be back soon.”
She slammed the door.

**

The snow had settled outside, and when she wasn’t ankle deep in it, she was watching to make sure she wouldn’t slip on a hidden bit of ice. The wind whipped around her face, making her cheeks feel raw, and her eyes water. Christmas was well and truly in the air now, people rushing everywhere trying to get last minute gifts. Part of her was relieved she didn’t have to worry about that shit this year. But the other part of her was dreading that she had bigger things to worry about this year. Not that she celebrated Christmas much usually anyway.
She pulled the lapels of her coat up around her face, and shrugged her shoulders up for warmth. She couldn’t help but visibly shiver, it was bloody freezing. She walked with her head down, ignoring everything and everyone.
Twenty minutes later and with enough snow in her shoe to make a snowman, she got to her apartment building. She was kind of surprised to see it was still exactly the same as when she left, sometime in the early hours of this morning. With everything that had happened, she felt the whole world should be different. But it wasn’t. Birds still flew, the sun still shone although it was a heatless shine, the leaves still fell off the trees. No, the World still turned while her life stood still.
There was a small pile of junk mail and bills on the floor when she went in, and a couple of Christmas cards she could only assume were from her neighbours. Some of them gave cards to everyone in the building. It was the only sense of a community that ever existed in the building. Alyn couldn’t even remember the last time she’d seen the guy living opposite her.
Taking her coat off, she shook herself out, trying to shake the cold away. She took her shoes and socks off, thankful to be walking on something other than dampness. She kicked the mail to the side, making a mental note to look at it later, maybe even write a card or two back to the kind neighbours.
It was almost heavenly to feel a brush through her tangled hair. She must have been stood in front of her bathroom mirror for 15 minutes just brushing it over and over again before she heard voices outside of her front door. Male voices.
She put the brush down and listened.
All she could make out was the odd word. One of them was angry, she knew that much. There was another voice arguing back, and then she could hear the squeak of the floor as, she assumed, the men tussled.
Her heart started to beat faster. She could only assume they were there for her.
She looked around. There was no way out of her apartment. She was too high up to contemplate jumping out of the window. She had no way of protecting herself – she couldn’t fight, especially if these guys were bigger than her, which she imagined they were. The hallway was barely big enough for three people to stand on, let alone for her to distract them long enough to get away. She couldn’t sneak passed them out there. There was no way of doing it.
The only way she could defend herself is if she had a weapon.
She walked as quietly as she could to the kitchen, still hearing the voices outside her thin door. She looked around. She had knives and forks and spoons – great, Alyn, what you going to do? Butter-knife them to death?
She dug through the drawer – there had to be more in there. This is probably the biggest wake up call any messy person could have.
She pulled out the plastic tray that held her cutlery, and underneath there was a metal-handled carving knife.
Perfect.
She snuck back out, holding the knife up defensively. There was no way in Hell she would ever stab anyone. But it was just in case.
She pressed herself up against the wall next to the door. She tried to control her breathing; it felt like she’d just ran a thousand miles.
There was a hard knock on the door.
She took a deep, calming breath, trying to act indifferent. She put the carving knife behind her back, and opened the door ever so slightly.
Two men were there. One was tall with black hair, and a chubby, young face. He was familiar. The other man was shorter, fatter, older and uglier. He looked pissed. She imagined he always did.
“Alyn?” the shorter one asked, voice gruff.
Her grip tightened on the knife. “Excuse me?”
The younger one stepped forward and pulled the man away, “Just leave it Frank. I’m sorry miss, we have the wrong door.”
“You said Alyn, asshole,” the one named Frank elbowed the other guy away. “Your name Alyn Walker, sweet cheeks?”
“It certainly isn’t “sweet cheeks”, bucko.”
He tensed up, but the taller man held him back yet again. “We’re sorry to have bothered you.”
“Fuck you JD, you said you had to find Walker, and here she is!”
JD … she definitely recognised him. But she didn’t feel it in her best interests to mention it.
“We should just go, this was stupid.”
Frank pushed JD away again, and walked so close to Alyn, his toes were in her apartment.
“Listen, woman. We were sent here because of Wil. He’s dead, sweet cheeks.”
Her breath caught in her throat. No. He couldn’t be. She only left him half an hour ago. He was in hospital – he couldn’t be.
“Sounds like you got the wrong end of the stick,” she ventured, hoping this wasn’t going to backfire.
“Oh yeah, why’s that?”
She lost her nerve.
“Forget it.”
She went to shut the door, but he slammed his foot in, before she could push it closed. She fell back from the force, and he came into her apartment. He lunged, and they both fell to the floor. He grabbed hold of the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled her up.
“No one plays games with me, you bitch,” he spat. His breath smelled foul and it was she could do not to gag.
She could see the knife by her sofa, but she wasn’t sure if she could reach it, and even if she could, she wasn’t sure if she could use it.
“Frank! What the fuck are you doing?” JD tried to pull him up, but he was a heavy guy, and JD couldn’t quite shift him.
“I’m trying to teach this whore a lesson.”
“What did she do to you? Shit man, just get off her. I said no one gets hurt!”
“That’s before she tried to slam the door in my fucking face.”
“Frank this is pathetic, just get up.”
“Yeah, Frank,” Alyn goaded, feeling the anger rise inside of her. “Stop being pathetic.”
He slapped her hard around the face. A ring on his finger cut into her cheek and she felt it start to swell.
“Don’t,” JD warned, looking at her. “Don’t.”
She swallowed hard, feeling foolish and all of a sudden more vulnerable than she’d felt in a long time.
“Sorry ‘bout the cut, baby,” Frank said. “I didn’t mean to ruin your pretty face. She is pretty, isn’t she JD? I could see why Wil want to hit that. Hey, you know, no one is around,” he looked at JD and then at her. “We could have a bit of fun. What you say, sweet cheeks?”
He grinded his chubby hips into hers, and she could feel his hard-on. It made her sick to the stomach thinking this turned him on.
“Now Wil’s dead, you’ll need someone around to make you feel special. I haven’t fucked anyone in a while.”
She gritted her teeth. “You surprise me.”
Another slap.
“This bitch just doesn’t want to learn, does she JD? We need to teach her a lesson,” he looked over his shoulder, when he got no response. “JD?”
She didn’t see him go into her kitchen and get a frying pan. She was barely aware of Frank falling on her, blood coming from his head. She didn’t even know what was happening when JD told her to run. She just got up, looked at him. Everything was in slow motion.
“Run!” he screamed. “Run, Alyn!”
And like lightening had hit her, she took a huge, shuddering breath and ran. She’d never run so fast, for so long. She didn’t have a coat on, or shoes or socks. Her t-shirt and trousers were creased, but she just kept running, until she found herself back at the hospital. Much to the annoyance of several nurses and the receptionist, she just ran straight to Wil’s ward, to his room.
He wasn’t there.
The doctor who was here earlier came in the room, along with two nurses.
“Where is he?” she screamed. “Where is he?”
“Miss, please -“
“Where is Wil? Where is he?” She pulled back the duvet, although she knew he wouldn’t be underneath it. She threw the pillows and screamed, screamed until she cried and fell to the floor.
One of the nurses ran off, shouting about a security guard. Doctor Juarez crouched next to her, put a hand on her shoulder.
“If there’s something you want to talk about …”
“I don’t want to talk; I just want to see Wil.”
“He isn’t here anymore.”
“He’s dead isn’t he?” she sobbed.
“No, Alyn. He discharged himself.”
“What? You just let him go?”
“We can’t stop patients leaving if they want to.”
“You could have tried.”
“Alyn, he was doing well. His charts were looking good. There was no way I could keep him here against his will if he’s well enough to leave.”
“Don’t you even want to find the guys who did this to him?”
“He talked to the police before he left.”
“What did he tell them? Who did this to him?”
“I don’t know. You’d have to ask him, Alyn. I can’t discuss it with you. They barely told me anything anyway.”
“He wasn’t well enough to leave,” her eyes locked with his. “He’s in danger.”
“What danger? Are you okay, Alyn? You’re running around screaming, with no shoes or coat. You’ll catch something terrible in this weather.”
“I don’t care,” she stood up. “I need to find him.”
“He didn’t say where he was going.”
“I’ll find him.”
“Be careful. Here, take this,” he draped the blanket from the bed over her shoulders. “And if that cut gets worse, come back and I’ll fix you up.”
“If you see him, tell him I’m looking for him.”
He nodded. “Of course.”
“Thank you.”
And she ran, again. But this time, she wasn’t running from anyone. The fact that she was running to someone made her move even faster.
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