Let Me In

Not again

~Aiden~

Fuck she's beautiful, yet a heartless bitch

"What is wrong with you. Get the fuck off me!" She is all flustered, her breath uneasy and her breasts rise and then fall within every inhale and exhale. Did she used to be like that? Did she used to make my heartbeat go wild. Did she used to frustrate me that easily. But I wouldn't know, she didn't hate me back then.

Suddenly i can't really remember anything. Not even why I chased her here. At this moment I cant hear the muffled voices from downstairs. For a moment i think i even forgot where we are. She is here. She really is. I hold her. This is not one of my sick dreams.

Five minutes in and she's already driven me crazy.

No. I'm not doing that. Not again.

Now I'd better not be the whipped man on my knees for her, this days are fucking gone, he is gone.

So i do what i know best. I'm being an ass.

"Why so alarmed, beautiful? I thought you would enjoy my company." Something about seeing her like this gives me back the confidence i used to have. Seeing her cheeks blushing, her doe eyes on mine.....fuck this woman does things to me. If i could i would have her here and now with her warm, wet, dripping-

"Cut the crap Aiden!" Oh like hell i will!

I pressed my body even further onto hers and i got exactly the reaction i was going for.

For a split second her lips parted and something between a gasp and a grown sounded. "S-stop it"

"Why should I darling, hm? You react so well to me"

She is taken by surprise, hers arms shiver and i can tell her legs shiver too because now she is holding me to steady herself.

My hands, not caging her anymore, go to her waist to keep her from falling. Her fingers grasp my shirt harder.
My
I don't think she realises our current position, her eyes seem lost. I don't know what she's thinking but she doesn't look like she wants to let go and to be honest i don't want either.

We stay like this for some more time, until i see it. Pain.

Pure, unfiltered pain.

~Faith~

How the fuck does he do that? Barely a few minutes in and i am almost on the brick of collapsing.

His fucking low raspy voice, his minty breath against the nape of my neck, the way he makes my blood boil with his every touch. I crave him. It just like three years ago, but yet everything has changed.

I can't do this again.

I feel the frustration growing in my chest. I'm in pain, I can't deny that. But yet it's different than the pain im used to.
However, for just a minute he seemed to enjoy that, a grin on his face. I don't think he is willing to let me that easily, but i cant take it anymore.

By now I'm basically pleading for him to let me go "Aiden just let me out and go visit your grandmother, please"

His face is now cold and his eyes distant. Nothing like the man i used to know. But i can see something else too, disapproval and disgust. "Well I can't let you"

What?

After a few confusing moments i realised that ,now, i am the one holding on to him.

Even after i tried to let go i just couldn't. My hands are clawed to his dress shirt and even after i feel the anger boiling under my skin, i can't let go.

A few moments later he is the one to get my hands off him and i don't think i have ever felt more judged than now. His eyes burn with hate.

He sighs and opens the door "Where is my Grandma?"

"Room 126" without another word he vanishes leaving me here, taken aback by his sudden change of mood.

Once i calm myself, i go to collect my stuff, to go have that damn sleep. Fortunately no one gets in my way or even notices me and i peacefully slide out of the clinic heading to the bus stop. Only there is a problem. By now it's almost 3:30 am, which means there sre buses and also I don't have enough money for a cab. That's just great!

After a lot of time trying to persuade myself that my home is not that far from the clinic, i begin walking.

After about one and a half hour I'm finally home. It's a bit after five in the morning and even though i desperately need some rest, i decide to have a bath first to get this day of off me.

It's not as relaxing as it would regularly be. Aiden never leaves my mind. After i started thinking about Aiden, everything came back, everything im running from.

Just before six am I'm laid in bed trying to stop torturing myself, when i had a thought.

I might have to move again.

Yeah that's it! I'm here for too long and now my past is here too? If Aiden is here, who tells me that he is not here too? I can't risk it.

That's it, tomorrow I'm looking for a new place.

With that thought I feel more peaceful and my eyes start to feel too heavy to keep open. I just know that sleep is not too far

Hey you guys!

I really hope you liked aiden's pov because there is gonna be more of that

The other day i got my first comments and i am thrilled <33

Till next time
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