Consume my broken heart

Chapter 21

Doubts fill my mind. This was so weird. Aiden making an omelet for me made me uneasy. Especially when he goes from caring and super sweet to being cold and loathing from my presence.

I'm playing with the zoom of my shirt when Aiden stops in front of my house. Aiden looks at me with an unreadable expression. "Are you feeling better?" He asks softly.

"Yeah, I'm better. Thanks." I say, while opening the door. "Can you send the video to the police?" I ask him because the conversation earlier abruptly stopped because of me. I don't want Anthony to confess. Certainly not if it would go viral. The past returning in the picture is enough for me the panic.

Most people that know me know nothing and I want to keep it that way. Especially, Aiden doesn't need to know what has happened. He might kill them or not. I don't even know him that well. He's just a guy that's going to help me with my revenge, that's all.

"I will handle it, don't worry." He answers and looks at his watch while drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. God, he can be so rude and disrespectful. He makes me so fuming.

"Do I bore you?" I ask him boldly, clenching my jaws in anger. Maybe I could have done this alone. It would have been better to do this on my own, but unfortunately I can't do and he knows it.

"I.." He says in surprise, but I cut him off. I couldn't stand this changing behavior of him anymore. Or he likes me or he doesn't. But I'm not a punch ball you can use whenever you want. I'm a human being with feelings. A broken girl that desperately tries to keep her head above water.

"Don't! I know I disgust you. You don't need to pretend you care about me. You can get your money when the job is done properly. Text me when you have time to discuss our next plan and keep me posted involving the videotape." I ramble and shut the door roughly.

My legs taking me in high speed inside the house without glancing back. I sigh and look at my hands. They were shaking and I'm not sure why. Was I so angry at him? It's better to take some distance from him. No more rides on his motorcycle or having lunch together. This isn't good for the plan. I dislike him and he dislikes me, so it can't be hard to keep professional. No matter what happens, nothing will jeopardise the plan. I will make sure of it.

"Who was that?" I hear Barbie's voice in the living room.

"A friend." I answer with venom in my voice. I'm not sure I still want him as a friend. He's too imbalanced.

"Wow? Since when do you have rich friends? Especially guy friends?" She winks seductively. "It's been ages I saw you with a man besides Ben." She adds with a sly smile. Is she proud of me or is she mocking with me? With my sister, you'll never know what her actual intentions are...

"He's just a friend, nothing more." I answer her while walking past her.

"And does your friend have a name?" She asks curiously. I sigh. She's so exhausting. Of course, she's interested...

"That's none of your business, Barbie. You already have a boyfriend." I let myself fall on the couch.

"I'm just curious, that's all. I will not chase him because he has a nice car. My boyfriend is probably richer than yours." She exclaims dramatically before leaving me alone. And she turns it into a competition, again...

Finally, she leaves the room. I can't understand my sister at all. She has a boyfriend and yet she always keeps her options open for someone better. When you love someone, you'll stay with them forever. If you choose someone, you give your heart and soul. Well, I'm a hopeless romantic and old-fashioned. The modern world doesn't want long relationships. People want drama in their lives and I'm the opposite.

I would do anything to have a bore, yet normal life. Go to work and spending time with my partner and family. It would be a picture perfect for me. Drama is the last thing I seek in life. Luckily, I have to work tonight so I can take my mind from everything that is happening in my life.

POV Aiden

What's her problem? I helped her while she fainted. I fed her and that's the thank you I receive. I ball my fists in anger and push on the gas pedal, letting the engine roar even harder. People are watching at me from the side of the road. A few even making a sign with their finger to their temples. "Yeah, I know I'm fucked up." I shout out of my window and cruise away as fast as I could.

Stupid people. I've never been a people lover. I detest them. Times like these I think back to Fury, my dog. It was hard to leave him in England with my parents. But I had to leave him behind. I had enough on my mind to keep myself save, left alone I had to care for him as well. Fury's living like a prince in the mansion. I couldn't give him a better or stable life.

I arrive at my house and park the car in my garage beside my motorcycle. An idea popped into my head. If she wants to keep this professional, then she doesn't let me no choice than to give her a checkup. She wants me to do my boy job properly, well I have to require all the information she's left behind. She has had time enough to tell me all the details.

I still have a few hours until I need to go to work, so I make myself an enormous plate of spaghetti and seated at the kitchen table with my laptop across from me.

I type Grace Stone and a few articles appear immediately. Fourteen-year-old Grace Stone was raped at a party. No evidence found. The three schoolmates keep their cool in court. Lawyers do their best to defend Grace Stone, but with a lack of evidence they failed. Father Stone accuses police of conspiracy with the judge.

While I'm reading a full hour with every article stuck in my brain, I exhale and close the laptop roughly. The word rape, her picture stuck on my retina; I let my balled fists fall on the table with a loud bang. That's why she didn't want to tell me. They didn't believe her. She was just a child. How can they walk freely when they raped her? Did they all three raped her? I clench my jaw and tried my best to not break the fucking table.

Flashes of her came into view. When I touched her, the reaction she gave me. I always thought she despised me because of my job, but I'm guessing it's because of her horrible history with men. That's why she kept her distance. Why she didn't trust me. And now I almost pushed her out of my house when she wasn't fully recovered.

How didn't I know. I'm such a stupid dick...