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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 29
Alyn groaned, rolling over. She was in a bed.
Who’s bed? Where am I?
She sat up and felt around her. No one was next to her. The sheets were tangled and felt almost damp. There was a broken credit card on the floor, dusted with white powder.
Jake’s. I’m at Jake’s. But I …
She couldn’t remember getting on his bed. She couldn’t remember even … but she was naked. Surely he wouldn’t have –
Of course he would have.
She felt sick. Her underwear were on the floor by the door, and her other clothes were littered near by. She got up, but her legs felt weak, and she instantly fell to the ground. She started to cry as she crawled to her underwear, feeling degraded, weak. Stupid.
She slipped on her panties and bra, and then sat back, curled up in a ball. She cried into her knees for what felt like hours before the door opened. She instantly stood up, wiping her tears away. Jake was there.
She stared at him, wondering how he could do that to another human being and be so calm. She was shaking – through fear, through anger, through utter humiliation.
He leant back on the door, a small smile on his face. But he didn’t look at her.
“How’s my little angel this morning?”
“I’m not your little anything.”
“Oh, that’s right,” he looked at her now, still smiling slightly. “You’re not mine.”
“Glad you can see that, you motherless piece of shit. What did you do to me?”
He shook his head, still smiling.
“Nothing that you haven’t had before.”
“You sick -”
“Can it,” he interrupted, narrowing his eyes. He stood up right, his attitude now becoming more defensive. “You and I got some discussing to do.”
“What about?” she looked around for her clothes, but they were too far away for her to reach without being obvious.
“Stop looking for your clothes. Stay as you are. It’ll be better that way.”
“What will? Jake?”
“Can you feel that?” He said so quietly she almost didn’t hear him.
“Feel what?”
“The love that’s in the air!” he laughed, like it was the most obvious thing in the World.
“What are you talking about?”
“Does the name Wil Francis mean anything to you?”
She stared at him, the shock evident in her face. She swallowed repeatedly, trying to stop her throat from going so dry.
“I … I …”
He smiled a cruel, sick smile. “I know him too, you know.”
Trying to fight him wasn’t going to work. It never does. This had gone on for too long, and however this was going to turn out, there was no point in trying to keep it a secret anymore.
“Please … don’t hurt him.”
“So you do know him?”
“Yes. Don’t – please –”
“I haven’t touched him. Not yet, anyway.” Again, with the same smile, “And why would I, without an audience? You know I don’t do things by half Alyn.”
“Yes, I know,” she closed her eyes, her thoughts swimming around like millions of fish in her mind.
“So you love this idiot then, hm?” he started, his calm tone now becoming more aggressive. She couldn’t answer before he carried on. “He’s a loser Alyn; he’s no good for you.”
“What?”
“I could give you so much more. That guy is a waste. A waste of space.”
“How do you even know him?”
He laughed in surprise, “You don’t -? What kind of relationship do you guys have? Hah. Come with me, Alyn.” She hesitated. “Now.”
“Can’t I put some clothes on?”
“No. It’ll be better if you’re how I always see you. It’ll make this moment even more magical.”
Jake led her to a room at the end of the corridor, not saying a word to her or anyone else, his hand still firmly around her arm. He pushed open the door, and shoved her inside, slamming it after him.
Wil was sitting by the window, staring out. He shot up quickly when he saw them come in, shock registering at the state of his girlfriend.
“Alyn! Baby … shit Jake, what are you –?”
“Pipe down, Wil.” Jake stood Alyn in the middle of the room, never moving from behind her. He slipped his arms around her, “Alyn has something to tell you, don’t you, baby?”
She shook her head fervently, “N – no.”
“Oh, you ruin all my fun, Ali. Actually, this could be more fun,” an evil grin slowly spread on his face. “What are you doing here then, Alyn? What’s our little secret?”
“I –”
“You …? Come on, spit it out, sweetheart.” He ran a hand over her bare stomach, enjoying Wil twitching at the sight.
Her voice came out shaky, “I – I love you, you know that don’t you?” – Wil nodded – “I never wanted to hurt you, I’m so sorry, Wil.”
“Come on!” Jake shook her hard, obviously enjoying the hurt between them.
“I’ve been sleeping with him.”
Her heart broke into a thousand pieces at seeing the pain she had caused him. He couldn’t even look at her.
“I didn’t want to … I had to Wil, you have to believe me. I didn’t enjoy it, not once, I promise you.”
“So you weren’t enjoying it when you were screaming my name, hmm? Scratching my back?” he kissed the side of her neck, running his hands over her, “Oh Jake, don’t stop, oh it feels so good, Jake …”
“I never said that, you … you lying piece of shit.”
“I’ve got the marks to prove it, baby.” He looked up at Wil, almost like he forgot he was here. “Got nothing to say, William?”
“What do you expect me to say, you fucking bastard?” He spat. “Thanks for screwing my girlfriend?”
“Could thank me for satisfying her in a way you never could.”
She shook her head, allowing herself to cry – mostly through anger. How could he say such things?
“Stop lying, stop it!” She screeched. “I never enjoyed it!”
He whispered in her ear, almost like he didn’t want Wil to hear, “I know you did. Even if it was just because your body couldn’t stop its reaction. But I know you did. At least once. Don’t you remember all those nights? You were desperate. You practically begged me to fuck you.”
She remembered it all clearly. She never begged him for anything. If anything, she begged him to stop, not to carry on.
All she could do was shake her head, and mumble, “No, no, no …”
“Yes, Alyn. I know you felt something for me!” he shouted, a rare glimpse of emotion being exposed. “And what about you, Wil?” he shouted, throwing Alyn to one side so hard she hit the wall. “What’s your secret for Alyn?”
“Fuck you, Wolfe. Fuck you.”
“Oh, she already did. But that’s not what I asked, is it? Christ, what kind of a relationship do you two have? She’s a junkie whore, and you … well, you’re just a junkie, aren’t you, Wil? Tell her. Fucking tell her!” he yelled.
She looked up at Wil from the spot she’d taken on the floor, her legs pulled close to her chest.
“I love you too Alyn, right? And I never wanted to hurt you either, I just got mixed up in this shit, and then I met you, and I couldn’t give either of you up –”
“Shut the fuck up and get to the point,” Jake snapped.
“Jake’s my dealer. I’m a junkie.”
Alyn just stared – she couldn’t take in what he was saying.
A junkie? A fucking junkie?
“You do drugs?” she said dumbly.
He nodded. “I’m so sorry.”
“What … how … how can you afford that shit?”
“Uh …”
“Yeah, Wil,” Jake grinned. “How do you pay for it?”
“I deal, too.”
“You’re a fucking dealer, too?” she shouted, but instantly regretted it. “I didn’t – oh Wil I’m sorry – I can’t think straight, I’m not mad at you, I didn’t mean to shout –”
“I know baby, I know.”
Jake sat on the floor opposite Alyn. He knows he’s still in control, she thought, why has he gone down to my level?
I wish I killed him when I had the chance.
“Maybe little Ali can’t think straight ‘cos she hasn’t had her fix today?” Jake started, not looking at either of them, but evidently enjoying the unravelling of their secrets.
“You – you’re junkie too? No … Jake, how could you? What the fuck have you done to her?”
“Hey, bud, she came to me.”
“Alyn?” Wil looked at her.
This is it. The time everything comes undone. This is when the truth finally comes out.
“I did it for work. I never touched any of the stuff I got.”
Wil and Jake shared a collective jaw drop.
“Work?” Jake asked, his confusion lacing the question.
“Alyn,” Wil shouted before she could open her mouth. “Don’t say a word, baby. Don’t say another word. Please, don’t say anything.”
“Shut it!” Jake bellowed, standing up quickly. “What the fuck do you mean, ‘work’?”
“Nothing, I didn’t –”
“Who do you work for? Who the fuck are you? Is Alyn even your real name?”
“Yeah, my name is really Alyn.”
“Who do you work for?” he repeated. She said nothing, just stared at Wil in desperation. “Fine, don’t wanna tell me?”
He picked her up by the arm, “Watch what happens when you lie to me. Watching?”
She nodded, preparing her body for whatever he was going to do. But to her surprise, he let her go. He marched over to Wil and pulled him up, but before he could even stand straight, he’d punched him in the face.
“No!” she screamed.
“Yes, Alyn!” he threw another punch. “Tell me who you work for!”
“Don’t, don’t –” Wil moaned through his bleeding lips.
“I’ll kill him Alyn; I swear to fucking God, I’ll kill him!”
She ran over and tried to pull Jake off of Wil, but she couldn’t get close – Jake was so much bigger and stronger, all she could do was hit him on the back until he turned around.
“Ready to tell me?”
“Stop hurting him!”
Jake threw Wil to the floor in a bloody mess.
“I work for the Seattle News. I’m a reporter.”
“What? A reporter?” His bruised hands wrapped around her throat faster than she could see it coming. “You write little stories about me, huh Alyn? About my crack house? About my whores? Is that what you do? Are you wired right now? Are police about come bursting in? Huh?”
“No,” she choked. “No, no one knows I’m here.”
“Oh, I bet they do. Shit, Ali, I thought I could trust you … Lying bitch!” he quickly turned her around and grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back. “Well, I guess I’ll just have to teach you a lesson. Wave bye bye to Wil. He probably won’t be alive next time you see him.”

**

Alyn recognised the desperate whines of Frank as he drove the car she was in. But she was on the back seat covered with a blanket, a smelly bag over her head, her hands tied together crudely. She had no idea where she was.
“Just fucking drive,” she heard Jake scowl, and then the car swerved violently and she hit the front seat hard. Her body must have been bruised and battered, but she hadn’t seen herself in daylight for hours.
The car came to a stop after it felt like they’d been driving miles. The door near her feet opened and she was dragged out. Frank, or Jake, she couldn’t tell, picked her up as she fell out of the car, and they carried her somewhere. It was night time, that much she could still tell. The air was chilly, damp. She could hear their feet walking over gravel.
“This is insane.”
“Shut up Frank, for fucks sake. Just put her over there and tie her up.”
She fell to the ground with a hard thwack, and then felt someone pull her wrists around cold steel.
The bag over her head smelt like rotten meat and god knows what else, and it was all she could do not to vomit from the stench. Thankfully, the bag was yanked from over her head a minute later, and she gasped, sucking in fresh air. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the bright, white lighting coming from three long bulbs on the roof. She looked around the room. It wasn’t very big. It was probably an old storage room of some kind, she concluded, seeing large boxes scattered around the room, rope hanging from hooks on the dark walls. The walls were rusting, paint flaking off them. The floor was uneven cement, covered in broken glass and bits of stone. The gradual smell of fish and salt air wafted around her, and before Frank shut the door, she could see she must have been near Elliott Bay.
“So,” Jake said, looking at her and then looking at Frank. “Frank. Alyn is a piece of work, isn’t she?”
“Uh,” Frank looked nervous. Alyn knew it was really going to be bad now. “What do you mean?”
“She’s pretty, isn’t she?”
“Oh, uh, yeah. Sure.”
“Don’t act coy with me, Frank,” Jake smiled. “I know you like her. I know you tried to fuck her once, but you got – distracted. So, go ahead. Here’s your chance.”
Her mouth fell open in shock. She stared at Jake, the anger and disbelief inside of her nearly pushing her over the edge. Was he actually telling Frank to rape her? She could have thrown up.
He looked at her, licked his fat lips. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face although the room was cold. She thought he might actually do it.
“Not uh … Not like this, Wolfe. She’s uh …”
“Tied up? From what I hear, you like the woman to be subdued.”
He shook his head. “No. Not in this – this is … she’s hurt, Wolfe. I couldn’t …”
“Weak fuck. Get out.”
“You don’t need to do this Jake,” he turned his back, started walking to the door. Alyn cringed – she wouldn’t turn her back on Jake in this kind of situation. “You’re the weak fuck for doing this to a helpless woman.”
Jake laughed, almost manically, and in a snap, he’d pulled a gun out of his pant pocket, aimed it at Frank and pulled the trigger. Alyn’s screams filled up the room.
It felt like the World was moving in slow motion.
Jake spat on the ground, and then shoved the gun back in his pocket. Alyn closed her eyes.
And then the sound of someone else’s screams filled the air.
“You shot me!” Frank screeched, rolling onto his front. “You shot me, you motherfucker, you shot me!”
Alyn opened her eyes, and saw Frank in tears by the door. Blood was pouring from a hole in his shin.
“Not very well,” Jake said casually. “I was aiming for your knee cap.”
“You shit! You fucker! Arghhhh,” he rolled around again. “It hurts! Fuck, its killing me!”
“If you don’t shut the hell up, I’ll be killing you. Someone will hear you, you fat fuck.”
Alyn couldn’t take her eyes off the hole in his leg. The bullet ripped right through his pants, through his skin. She audibly gagged, then felt fucking stupid. Way to get the attention back, Alyn.
Jake looked at her, like he’d forgotten she was there.
“And you, Alyn. You. You deceived me. All this time …” he shook his head, took out his gun again. “No one makes a fool out of me.”
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