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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 26
The door of Alyn’s apartment was still open when she got back there. There was a dent in the door, a bloody smear on the handle. The front room was a mess, her coffee table was on its side and her papers strewn everywhere. But at least JD and Frank weren’t there. She picked up the knife from where it had fallen earlier, and placed it back in the drawer in her kitchen.
On the cold walk back to her apartment, she had become so angry she couldn’t even shout anymore. She couldn’t do anything. Her face was blank, her limbs felt heavy. She just felt like she wasn’t even in her own body anymore. Her feet ached through coldness and her teeth chattered. Part of her felt like she’d never be warm again.
She took off all of her clothes and left them on the floor, made sure her front door was locked as best she could, and then had a shower so hot that normally it would scold her, but now it felt heavenly. The heat woke her up, washed away the remnants of the day. It was only mid-afternoon. Will had only been in the hospital over night but she felt she’d been up for years. If she sat and closed her eyes, she was sure she would sleep for days. But there wasn’t time for that.
She flipped the shower off and quickly dried. She tucked her hair into a wet pony-tail, and dressed in her finest clothes. She put on the amazing shoes she bought because she felt like it but never wore because they hurt. After scribbling a note that she hoped would pass as a letter, she strode out of her messy apartment with her head held high, and slammed the door after her with a gratifying slam.
**
As she approached the building, she could see the lights were still on inside. Part of her wanted the place to be closed, so she could run home and hide away forever. But after taking a deep breath and shaking her head, she was ready for what she was about to do. It was the simplest thing ever. Give him the letter, say goodbye to him and then say goodbye to Jake. Say goodbye to this – this heartache, this emptiness. Start to rebuild her life. Simple.
She marched through the building, ignoring the looks and whispers. She knew she looked like Hell, no matter how much she tried to spruce herself up. She’d lost weight; she’d got dark rings under her eyes. She hadn’t been here for so long; her stupid colleagues probably thought she’d been fired. After this, she probably would be. No – for once she was going to take control. She was going to leave the whole job, and not just the part that had taken her life.
Alyn didn’t bother knocking the door before she went into his office. His back was to her, and she cleared her throat to get his attention.
He looked over his shoulder, dropping the pile of paper he was holding when he saw her. He turned slowly, a smirk on his face.
“Oh hello Alyn, my little street … Walker,” he laughed at his own pun and she just stared at him. “Well, what do you want?”
She threw the letter onto his desk.
“The pack you gave me said I could leave whenever I wanted. I choose now.”
“What? Why?”
“This isn’t just a story anymore. It’s my life. The reporters post isn’t worth this. What I’ve had to go through for this.”
“You’re a failure, you know that Alyn? I gave you this job because I thought you were capable. I was wrong.”
“You gave me this job because you think I’m just some piece of ass, you idiot!”
He rolled his eyes at her, turned back to his desk and straightened a few things up. “You’re just sub par at everything.”
“Think what you like. My life is in danger because of this shit. I should never have agreed to it, and you’re a fucker for letting me go into it. I quit that, and I quit this.”
“You can’t quit,” he turned back to her, his grey eyes bearing into her, like he knew all of her secrets.
“No?”
“You can’t afford to.”
“You don’t know anything about my life.”
“I know that you only let this get on top of you because you’re weak. You’re a weak person. Anyone else would be fine, but not you, not Alyn “I couldn’t see intelligence if it was biting me on the nose” Walker.”
She’d slapped his face before she even knew what she was doing.
“You have no idea,” she gritted her teeth. “No idea at all. You’ll never know how strong I am for quitting this.”
“I’m glad you just quit, or I’d fire your ass. Leave your lousy letter and get out, before I call the cops.”
“Good fucking bye, asshole.”
She turned on her heel and strolled out, a weight off her shoulders.
But what she didn’t see was a scorned McCartney screwing up her letter and throwing it in the bin.
**
It felt weird knowing she was free of that place. He was right – she couldn’t afford to quit. She had some savings but not much, and soon her rent would become too much and she would be evicted. She would find another job, maybe. It was just about when and how and where. She couldn’t stay in Seattle, not now. She may have quit at the newspaper easily enough, but she couldn’t very well march up to Jake and hand in her notice. She would have to escape; she’d have to get out without telling him. And that might mean going without telling Wil.
There was a tap at the door. She barely heard it, but she heard something. She opened it slightly, part of her afraid it was going to be the guys from earlier, coming to finish the job. She was relieved and somewhat angry to see Wil was there. “Come in,” she stood back and he walked by, stopping next to her. He threw his arms around her before she had chance to shut the door. “I'm sorry for running,” he gripped her tighter. “It's the only way I know how to deal with what I feel, with what I have to face.” “You can't run forever.” “I know, and I don't want to. I need you to help me face my demons.” “Me?” He nodded. “Of course. You ... well, you've been my rock. Wherever I am, whatever time, I have this feeling inside that I've never had before. This feeling that someone somewhere cares for me, no matter what. I've never felt like I can rely on anyone before.” “Oh Wil ...” “I'm so lucky to have you. I’m sorry for everything I’ve done.”
“Let’s sit, shall we? We can talk. You must be freezing; I’ll get you a blanket.” Their hug loosened and she closed the door. He sat down and Alyn went to make them some coffee, before getting him that blanket. Stirring the drinks, she felt like she'd entered another realm, like this wasn't even happening. Wil had run away from her, from medical treatment – she found drugs in his clothes pocket. But something inside her said he wasn’t a bad guy. Just misunderstood, just lost, just in need of help and she was the one to provide it. Something told her she shouldn’t question him about the drugs – part of her just wanted to forget it and live in blissful ignorance. Although she couldn’t shake the foreboding feeling that sometime soon she was going to find out why he had that bag in his pocket, and it wasn’t going to make either of their lives any easier.
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