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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 28
Shuffle. Shuffle. Zip. Shuffle. Crash.
Alyn woke up, rubbing her eyes hard. The room was dark. She rolled over and switched the light on, to see Wil standing at the end of her bed, his tee shirt in his hands.
“Wil?”
“Hey baby.”
She stretched, knowing she should ask where the hell he was going but she was so tired, too tired to question him.
He came over, and kissed her.
“Where are you going?” She turned her head to her clock, and he carried on kissing her cheek, her lips. “It’s 4 in the morning.”
“Sorry darling. I have to go somewhere. I promise I’ll come and see you later. I love you.”
She smiled through a haze of sleep. “I love you too. Take care of yourself, okay?”
“Always do.”
He kissed her again, before throwing his tee shirt on and leaving. She almost laughed at how much quieter he was now she was actually awake.
She fell back asleep almost instantly.

Alyn finally woke at around 10, feeling great. Last night was fucking fantastic, and she couldn’t help but grin thinking about it. He was a skinny, pale guy, but he held her like he was a body builder – strong and firm. He held her and he made love to her and it was just fucking magical. She forgot how nice it was to be so close to someone who actually cared for you. She forgot how nice it felt to feel loved. She forgot all about her money problems and Jake and everyone else in her life but Wil.
She showered before deciding to head into town for breakfast. She decided to walk, taking in the crisp December air. Christmas was nearly upon them and she actually found herself looking forward to it. Snow was lightly scattered on the ground and the whole city shone white. Everything looked amazing. Alyn found herself wishing Wil was here to enjoy it with her.
But all the time she was walking, she couldn’t help but feel someone was watching her. She brushed it off, thinking, ‘maybe this is what love does to you.’ Makes you crazy? Makes you feel like you were being watched? The worst part is, she knew she very well could be, but she didn’t know who it would be.
She went to the closest mall to her apartment, and decided on breakfast at Starbucks. She ordered a caramel Macchiato and a slice of Marble cake, and took a seat in the outdoor café, which really wasn’t outdoors, but it beat sitting inside the store, stuffed up with the intellectuals and the business people on their laptops or reading big, heavy books.
She thought she could relax. Thought she could have a day without anything bad happening. And then, in her periphery vision, she could see a familiar heavy frame walking towards her, and then he sat down in front of her.
“Frank,” she said, barely above a whisper. “What are you -”
He smiled, obviously trying to act natural. “Jake is asking to see you. Says you haven’t been around for a while.”
“Get away from me.”
“I’m just passing on a message.”
“Get away from me, Frank. I’ll scream, I swear I will.”
“Go ahead sweet cheeks. Let’s see how many of these overpaid fucks come to your aid.”
“Tell him I don’t want to see him anymore.”
“Nuh uh,” he leant over, stealing a bit of her cake. He said through fat, wet lips, “that’s not good enough. He wants to see you in person, now.”
“Tell him to go to hell.”
“Oh, I’m sure you really want to get shot in the face, Alyn. Just go, save this agro.”
“I’m not going there just so he can – well. I’m not going, and that’s that.”
He laughed, a bit of cake coming from his mouth. “You think I don’t know what he gets up to you with you whores?”
She looked around, hoping no one could hear. She shrunk into her coat slightly.
“I know Alyn, oh yeah, I know. You’ll be in there, legs askew, his great, drugged up body fucking you while you think of anything but what he’s doing. He’ll call you a whore while he comes, you’ll roll out from under him, tears in your eyes. You’ll get your fix and leave and some other bitch, probably younger than you, will come in and take your place on his dick. Am I in the ballpark here or what?”
She tried to stop her bottom lip trembling. She knew it was true, but hearing it in such crass terms upset her so much.
“You’re disgusting.”
“Hey, don’t talk to me like I’m dirt. You’re the one fucking someone who’s probably fucked everyone else in this town, and their momma.”
“You don’t understand.”
“From where I’m sitting, there ain’t much to understand, sweet cheeks. You got anymore cake? I’m starved.”
She pushed the remnants of her cake towards him, not wanting it anymore anyway. He ate it up greedily.
She knew it would save hassle if she just went with him. But Jake was going to be pissed, and he was going to take it out on her, on her body. She didn’t want this to happen … but she couldn’t avoid him forever. His cronies obviously knew who she was, where she was. She wasn’t safe until she took this out with him.
He looked at her, noticing the scared look in her eyes.
“Hey,” he mumbled, mouth full of cake. “Don’t look so sad. You should count yourself lucky. He likes you. If he didn’t things could be so much worse.”
“Likes me?” she repeated, only half paying attention.
“Oh, yeah. He doesn’t send us after any old piece of ass. You must be good for it.”
The temptation to slap him in the face was only over taken by her temptation to kick him in the nuts and run. God, she hated that fat, disgusting bastard.
“Fine. Take me to him, whatever. Anything is better than staying one more second with you.”
He spat a spiteful laugh. “By the time he’s through with you, you’ll wish you were back here with me, sweet cheeks. Trust me.”

**

Unusually, Frank didn’t have much to say on their journey to Jake’s. The silence was almost morbid, like he knew that the reality of what was coming was punishment enough for her, without his shit on top.
When they got to his place, Frank escorted her up the stairs, and knocked on Jake’s door, before he even attempted to leave her alone.
“I wasn’t going to run,” she said quietly.
“Yeah, well. Can’t take the risk.” He looked at her, “Look, I’m -”
Before he could carry on, Jake had opened the door. He looked awful. She’d almost forgotten what he looked like, but he was back with full force now and it was all she could do not to turn away in disgust. His eyes were blood shot, his face clammy, and his hair was greasy and stuck to his forehead. His room smelt weird and what Frank said earlier echoed around her mind. “You think I don’t know what he gets up to you with you whores?”
“You can go now Frank,” he said, his voice gruff, like it hadn’t been used in a while. “Thanks.”
Frank hesitated, looked at both of them, and then grunted, turning to walk down the stairs. Now he was gone and Jake was dragging her into his room, Alyn did find herself wishing Frank was still there.
“Not seen you in a while,” he walked over to his bed, flicked a make shift tourniquet off it. “Where you been?”
“I …I um. I wasn’t well.”
“Hope I didn’t give you anything,” he smirked lazily.
Her stomach knotted as she thought about Wil and last night. They, foolishly, didn’t use protection. Jake and her usually did but it barely registered – when she was there, all common sense went out of the window. She was numb to everything. But now she just felt fucking stupid. Of course she could have got something. So could Wil. Oh God.
“No, it was nothing. It’s gone now.”
“Ah, good. I’ve missed you. None of the others compare to you,” he lay on his bed, and patted the space next to him. She didn’t move. “Aren’t you coming over?”
She shook her head, no.
“Am I gonna have to make you?”
She didn’t move, she just stood there feeling like an idiot. She couldn’t move. She couldn’t even talk.
He got up, losing his balance slightly as he crossed the room. She held her breath, waiting for him to do something. He ran a hand through her hair, and then over her face, and then started to unzip her coat.
“Don’t.”
“What’s with you?” he continued to unbutton her jacket. She tried to squeeze her arms to her body so he couldn’t slip it over her shoulders, but he was stronger than her, and he nearly ripped the coat trying to pull it off.
“I just … don’t.”
“Don’t?” he repeated, like this was a game. He kissed the side of her neck, his stubble scratching her.
“Don’t!” she yelled, pushing him away. Alyn’s skin crawled from his wet kisses, and she felt ill. She cried desperately, “I don’t want to!”
He leered. “Do you ever ‘want to’?”
“Please not tonight, Jake. I’m begging you.”
He wrapped his fingers delicately around her wrist, and then squeezed.
“Begging me, huh?”
“Let go,” she pulled away, but he pulled her back. “Let go.”
“Mmm, you’re hot when you’re feisty.”
“Jake, please.”
“Begging doesn’t work, Ali. I’m the one who says no, not you.”
“But you never say no,” tears fell from her eyes, but he didn’t stop squeezing her wrists, and he didn’t stop getting in her face.
“You’re just so beautiful Ali, how could I say no to someone like you? It’d be a crime,” he squeezed her wrists tighter, pulled her closer. She tried to get away, but he pressed his lips to hers quicker than she could stop him.
“Mmm!” she screamed against his lips, but nothing she said came out clearly. Her mouth was closed, completely covered by his. He slipped his tongue out and tried to push it into her mouth. Her eyes grew wide when she saw, and felt, what he was doing, and she instinctively clamped her teeth down around his tongue.
“Fuck!” he stepped back. “Fuck! You bitch!”
Alyn took this as her chance. She side stepped him and sprinted for the door. But she was too late. He recovered from his attack quick enough and ran after her, tripping as he went. He fell against her and she smacked onto the door, his heavy frame pushing the wind out of her. The next thing she saw was a fist coming at her and then complete darkness.
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