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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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Thanks again to those who read, and review, my story. It really means so much to me that you’d take the time.

I’ve got quite a lot of this written and I know how I want to end it, so hopefully I’ll finish it soon. I’m more proud of this story than I have been of anything else I’ve ever written haha. Thanks so much, again. And please enjoy x

Chapter 4
Hope to see you again soon, were the last things he’d said to her before they went their separate ways. He wanted this to be true, but, actually, it’d been months since he last saw her.
And a lot had happened. Part of him was glad they’d lost contact.
He didn’t want her to see what he’d become.
He was on Jefferson Street, near the old gas station. It wasn’t raining tonight – just bitterly cold. He’d stolen a new pair of jeans the day after the lift incident. He didn’t remember much of it, just that he ran from the police and ended up in some girl’s apartment with ripped jeans, being bathed and fed like a fucking baby. He loved it. The attention, the care …
Some guy in a bar had told Wil to come here. His drinking buddy, as it were. They get fucked together. That’s pretty much it. They’re not friends – they don’t share anecdotes, they don’t play golf, they don’t watch baseball games together. They just drink. And now, they did more.
He didn’t want to, not at first. He told himself that killing himself slowly with alcohol and cannabis was fine. He was happy with that. But now, the effect was wearing off. Getting drunk, getting high – it wasn’t the same anymore.
He needed a new thrill.
And that’s what brought him here. Take a left turn at the gas station, his friend had said. He glanced to the right, then to the left, and back right again. He stood contemplating the correct way to go.
Left … yeah, the other way.
He turned sharply and walked back to the other side of the road. It probably would have been a better idea to do this sober.
He walked passed a tall building, looking up, not quite being able to comprehend the size in his state. It looked huge, and like it was about to fall on him. He picked up the pace, his old sneakers squeaking as he walked. He was nervous, and sweating. He had no idea where he was to go once he turned left, or who he was looking for, or who he’d run into.
He looked to the end of the passage and saw the flashing of car lights as they drove passed. Nearly at the end of the road.
Who the hell am I looking for?
Out of no where, a hand came out, grabbing Wil by the scruff of his neck. He let out a yell, but a hand quickly clamped down over his mouth. He felt something cold press up against his temple as he was pulled into the shadows.
“Who the Hell are you?”
Wil jerked his head out from under the man’s hand, “Nick sent me.”
“Nick who?”
“Nick. Nick Nick. I have no idea what his full name is, man.”
He grunted. “Don’t fucking yell next time.”
“Don’t sneak up on me.” He argued.
The man shoved Wil through a small door, rust falling on Wil’s head as he caught it on the frame. They were in some sort of abandoned basement. Maybe it was a tiny bit bigger than an average size basement. But it was big, dirty and empty.
“Guys, it’s me,” He called out.
And one by one, shadows started to come from the walls. Wil was slightly frightened until he realised they were people dressed in black. I don’t even believe in ghosts, he sighed to himself.
Lights overhead flickered on. Dim, but bright enough for the people’s face’s to be seen.
Three guys wondered into the room. All had their hoods up, all in black shirts and trousers. A tall man with a long fringe in the middle, a short guy with a black strip of hair in his face on the left and an incredibly short guy with tanned skin on the right. Wil found them odd looking.
Laughable looking, even.
He turned and looked at his ‘captor’. He recognised him instantly.
“Jake?”
The large man looked down at him, “Do you know me?”
“We met once.”
He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, then shrugged, “Can’t have been good if I can’t remember it.”
An awkward silence filled the room. Jake joined the others and they sat around a small plastic table on large, comfy looking chairs. The elegant looking chairs looked out of place in such a dingy room. They started to whisper to each other, every so often one or two of them would look at Wil, as he stood in the doorway, looking nervous.
Butterflies came to Wil’s stomach, and he was trying hard not to wretch. He didn’t know why he was so anxious. His feelings weren’t justified. Not yet, anyway.
“You gonna sit down or stand there all night like a pussy?” The short, tanned one asked. The other guys sniggered.
Wil quickly hurried to a spare seat next to Jake and the tall man with a long fringe. They were all smoking, and Wil instinctively knew it wasn’t just nicotine.
“I’m Jake, too,” Long Fringe said. He shook Wil’s hand, “Call me JD, saves confusion.”
“JD,” he nodded. “Wil.”
Tanned spoke up, “Angel.”
Wil nodded again. Angel? He sure didn’t look like one.
“And apparently, you know Nick,” Jake said, pointing to the guy with the black strip of hair in front of his face.
“I do.”
“So,” JD leant forward, fingers steeped together in front of him. “What can we do for you this evening, Wil?”
“Nick told me that you guys … you guys had coke.”
“Did he now?” Jake leaned forward too, joining JD. They wanted to intimidate Wil, and it was working. “And what do you want that for, Wil?”
“I … I want to get high.”
“You what?”
“I want to get high.” He repeated, not liking where this was going.
“You … what?” JD said once more, smirking.
“I want to get fucking high! Do you have any coke or what? Holy shit, you guys are irritating.”
Angel let out a surprised laugh, “Kid’s got spunk.”
“I’m not a kid.”
“Oh,” Jake laughed. “I remember you. That’s the night the police nearly busted me for supplying. Great night.”
Wil couldn’t hide the frown coming to his face. What were these people all about? They hang around in basements and deal drugs and think its fun? He knew this couldn’t be good. But he couldn’t walk away.
“So, you do coke huh?” Angel asked.
“I want to try it.”
“Why?”
“Why not?”
“Cos it fucks you up?” Nick suggested.
“I don’t care anymore, I haven’t got anything to lose,” he admitted, looking down. “I just want to feel something.”
Everyone went quiet, before Angel let out a loud laugh.
“Spare us the waterworks, pansy.”
Wil rolled his eyes and looked away yet again. He didn’t like this Angel guy.
“You know what? Fuck this. I’ve got better things to do than try and get shit out of a bunch of idiots like you.”
“What did you say?” JD and Angel both stood at the same time, knocking over the table.
Wil stood and kept walking to the door, hoping to God he was going to get out of here alive. Wanting to do coke was stupid – but starting on a bunch of shady druggy guys who deal? Good going, Francis, he scolded himself.
Feeling a blunt blow to the back of his head, Wil fell hard onto the concrete floor, everything in his vision flooding to black.
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