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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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Sorry for the wait again lmao
I hope you all had smashing Christmas’ and I hope you have great new years too. I’m off to Germany tomorrow! Haha
Ly xx
Chapter 25
Wil’s stomach was hurting, but not as much as the rest of him. The only thing he had to wear was his ripped, bloody t-shirt and his creased jeans. He wondered what frostbite felt like, and if he had it, if he’d know. Or would his fingers and toes and other appendages just fall off? It felt like they could now. Snow had started falling again.
He’d stolen a pack of smokes from a convenient store before heading to Myrtle Edward’s park. He’s smoked 6 out of the 20 by the time he’d got there – it was the only drug he could get his hand on. He’d lost the baggie of coke he had in his pocket. That made him extra glad he ran from the hospital, and gave the police a fake address.
The police, he laughed to himself. Talk to the police? Like fuck am I going to tell the police anything about this!
He needed a fix. He knew that if managed to find another dealer, if he had another hit, that he’d probably nearly fucking die. He’d been pumped full of God knows what for hours, taking cocaine probably wouldn’t be the best thing to do. Although, he thought, it’d sure help.
His stomach really did hurt. He thought it wasn’t too bad, but when he peeked under the dressing, it looked pretty red. He knew he couldn’t risk going back to the hospital, especially as, soon enough, they’d figure out he lied through his teeth. He told them he was mugged, he didn’t know who attacked him or why. He could tell the cops didn’t buy it, but they didn’t say anything, and looked disappointed when he said he didn’t want to take it any further.
Wil really fucking hated snow. It was wet and cold and he’d never had a coat warm enough to keep it out. In fact, right now, he barely had a t-shirt, let alone a warm jacket. His shoes were just as crappy as the rest of his clothes, and he could feel the falling snow seeping into them, freezing his toes and making it hard to walk. He saw a tree up ahead, and decided to collapse underneath it. He pulled out another cigarette and drew on it slowly, feeling the smoke in his mouth and down his throat. It almost warmed him up.
He smoked three more of the cigarettes before he thought he saw someone walking through the park. His teeth were chattering and his arms were uncomfortably numb, and his head was foggy. This person could have just been a hallucination. But as they got closer, he could see it wasn’t a hallucination. This person was real, and man, did they look pissed.
After a few minutes, he could see it was a woman, who was also missing a coat … and –
Shit, is that Alyn?
She wasn’t wearing a coat, or shoes, or socks. She looked as cold as him, and a mess. He hated himself for doing this to her. He knew he shouldn’t have come to this park, she’d come here first, of course she would. It was a place they both had in common, a place where they had a good time … back when all of this shit hadn’t hit the fan. Even in his cold, doped up state he knew that there was something going on here, something bad. And he was about to find out what it was, from the look on her face.
“Wil! Wil fucking Francis!” she shouted, but he didn’t move. She was nearly running now, her breath coming out in short bursts of mist. He wanted to get up but he couldn’t, he didn’t have the strength.
“Where the fuck have you been?”
She’d stopped right in front of him, and she was still shouting. He didn’t know what to say, how to explain himself. He wasn’t entirely sure he wanted to explain. He definitely wanted her to stop shouting, though.
“Calm down Alyn,” he said, when she’d finally stopped shouting.
“Calm down? Calm down? Are you fucking kidding me? I thought you were dead! I thought all these terrible things and it turns out you just ran! You just ran like a fucking coward!”
He couldn’t look into her eyes. How could he explain this? How could he tell her that running is how he handles things? It wouldn’t be a good start for their relationship. Not that this is a good start either.
He looked at her red, panting face, trying to think of what to say. He noticed there were two marks on her face, on both of her cheeks. One looked like it had been bleeding, and he had a horrible sinking feeling that they were somehow his fault.
“What happened to your face?”
She touched her cheek as if she’d forgotten what happened, and then she looked at him, almost evilly.
“Your friends paid me a visit.”
“Friends? What friends?”
“JD and a delightful guy named Frank. They came to my apartment, Wil. They knew my name.”
“W-why did they hit you?”
“Frank hit me. Thought he would teach me a lesson for trying to shut the door in his face. I’m lucky that –“ she stopped, almost like she’d choked on what else she wanted to say.
“Lucky what? What did he do?”
“He pinned me to the floor. He’s a big guy, Wil. I take you’ve seen him before?”
Wil didn’t respond.
“Well, he’s a big guy. You know he’s a big guy. He held me down, and I’m lucky JD was there otherwise that guy would have hurt me, Wil. He said he hadn’t fucked anyone in a while. Get it?”
“He wouldn’t –“
“He looked like he would from where I was.”
“Shit,” he swore under his breath.
JD must have been doing what Wil asked him to, just before Wolfe beat him up. And Frank must have tagged along for the ride. Shit.
“Are you going to tell me why they told me you were dead? Are you going to tell me how they know you, how they know me?”
“I – I can’t –“
“You can’t? Oh fan-fucking-tastic. Thank you. Thank you very fucking much.”
“I’m sorry, okay?”
“You’re not sorry, you piece of shit. You only care about yourself.”
“I care about you. I have since I first met you.”
“No – fuck you. Fuck you! Don’t you even – just don’t! I can’t believe you. Just tell me!”
“I can’t.”
“Fine. When you're ready to speak to me like a man, I'll be at my place.” Wil lit a cigarette and blew the smoke out, not looking at her. “Wil?” He raised his eyes to meet hers and said lazily, “I heard you.”
“You’re such an asshole.”
“I …” he shuddered, breathing out. “I am and I’m sorry.”
Her face screwed up, and he wasn’t sure if she was going to scream or cry. She just stopped her foot angrily and huffed, stalking off.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, bollocks.
He knew he should have gotten up and followed her. Shouldn’t have been an idiot. But it was too late now. She was gone and he’d said what he had said. But he couldn’t tell her about this, and when she finds out why, she’ll understand.
She has to.
He tried to take another drag of his cigarette, but his fingers were numb, and the cigarette just fell and landed in the snow.
“Shit,” he punched at the snow, forlorn. “Fucking shit!”
He hauled himself up from the floor, dusted the snow off himself. He felt completely angry at himself. He didn’t deserve her or deserve anything she had to give. She wanted him to be a man? Well, he was going to be. He was going to tell her, once and for all, exactly what was in his head.
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