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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 5
Midnight came and Alyn Walker was walking home from work.
Midnight!
There had been a road accident, and she’d been sent out last minute to do about three jobs in one: Report on the scene, take photographs, interview witnesses and family members.
That’s what they need after a crash – a microphone and paper shoved in their faces.
It was the part of the job she hated. Although, she couldn’t decide whether or not she hated talking to grieving families more than walking through downtown Seattle at ridiculous hours of the night. In fact, she knew what she hated more. Her boss. What a scum bag. He’d complain about how she doesn’t work enough and how useless she is, yet he’d compliment her on her “beautifully short” skirts.
Even though all of my skirts are knee length.
She shuddered as she thought of him. A short, fat, balding man in his early 50s. Flirts shamelessly with every woman in the office, but derides them behind their backs and sometimes to their faces too. And he hates people having time off. Even if you phone in sick, he docks your pay by $50 that month.
She started to walk faster through her anger, and because it had started to rain. She hated the weather, she hated her job, and she hated her life here. Why she ever moved from home, she didn’t know, and she would always ask herself that question.
She walked passed a passage way between the FedEx building and the Seattle Bank. A dark figure was lying sprawled on the floor, covered unevenly with a blanket of some kind. Alyn felt saddened, knowing this person had nothing and she was complaining about what she did have. She knew she was lucky deep down, but on the surface, she wishes she could trade places with that person and not have anything to worry about.
The person moved, groaning a little, and his face came to view. She knew him immediately.
“Wil?” She questioned, jogging over to him. “Wil?”
She crouched next to him, brushing his hair out of his eyes. He had blood coming from his nose and lip. Someone had beaten him, good and proper.
She’d picked him up, and slung his arm over her shoulder. He came to enough to walk most of the way back to her flat, once again. She couldn’t help but want to laugh at the irony. Here they were again, him hurt, she helping. There was something about him that made her want to turn maternal – she felt like she wanted to mother him, not that she had to just because he is hurt. She felt she had some sort of duty to protect him. She hadn’t seen him in months.
Our second date, she thought to herself humourlessly.
It may have been months, but he was still in a bad way. He was still in that same jacket and t-shirt, but his trousers looked new. She didn’t want to think where he may have got them from.
When she’d finally got him back to her apartment – the lift now repaired, thankfully – she got him onto her bed, covering him up with her blanket. She only had two sets of sheets, pillow cases and quilt covers, but she didn’t mind getting this set filthy. They were both soaked from the rain – when it rained in Seattle, it poured.
She’d wiped his face, and his injuries didn’t seem as bad as they first did. His lip was split, and she knew he’d have a black eye before long. And then she sat next to him for a while, stroking his hair, just watching him.
“What have you done to yourself now, you silly git?” she said out loud, hoping he wasn’t going to suddenly wake up.
She did often wonder what he did with himself, what he did with his days. She knew he couldn’t have a job – not wearing the same clothes all the time and never washing or having a hair cut. Not to mention the tattoos he had, that she hadn’t really noticed until now. She wondered how many had been done with a clean needle.
She hoped none of this had to do with needles.
A cough came from Wil’s beaten up chest, and she snapped back to reality quickly.
“Wil?”
“Alyn?” he squinted, the electric lights obviously hurting his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s me. Are you okay?”
“Holy Hell, I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.”
“You don’t look so hot either.”
A small smile came to his face. “Where the Hell am I?”
“You’re at my ever so attractive apartment.”
“Once again?”
“Once again.”
“I’m always bothering you,” he went to sit up and flinched in pain. “I’ll get out of your way.”
“Stay, Wil, you’re not going anywhere. You should be in hospital, really.”
“No!” he snapped. “No, I don’t need to go to hospital, don’t make me go.”
“Alright, I won’t, calm down.”
“Sorry, I just don’t like …” he stopped, his eyes slightly glazing over.
“Hospitals are horrible places, I understand,” She smiled, although inside she wondered why he was so against getting looked after properly.
She stroked a strand of dark hair out his face, lightly touching his clammy forehead.
“Are you hot?”
“A little.”
“Here,” She stood up and rolled the top blanket off. “Is that better?”
“Much.”
“Okay,” She smiled again, pretending to tuck in the corners of his blankets, “Well, I better let you get some rest.”
“Thank you, Alyn.”
“You’re welcome, Wil. I’m just in here if you need me.”
“I feel bad for taking your bed.” He looked down, and then back up, wearing a cheeky grin, “maybe we could share it?”
“You’d be lucky.” She smiled, and lent forward, kissing his forehead. She repeated, “I’ll be in here whenever you need me.”
“You’re an angel.”
“Oh, I’m getting de ja vu!” she laughed. “Night Wil.”
He waved goodnight, and she turned the light off, creeping out of the room quietly.
She made herself comfortable on her old sofa. It took her days to get the smell of smoke and cats off it after she brought it at a yard sale. She’d got a blanket and laid it out. Crawling underneath and resting her head on the arm rest, she wished she’d brought some smoky cat pillows to go with the chair.
Staring at the clock that shone at 1:59, she finally fell into a heavy sleep as the clock struck 2.
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