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Chapter 13

 "So, all your night outs always this loud?" Curiosity was accentuated in my inquiry.

"Yes. We live for thrill." He gulped beer.

Both, Holden and I saw Aiden appearing from the room and heading in another direction. His face was not visible due to dim lights present in the room but his body movements were hard and stiff. I glanced at Holden whose gaze was fused no the very same place from where Aiden went by. A fiery exclamation of wrath and disdain was seen in his gaze.

An air of solid inquisitiveness surrounded me.

Do Aiden and Holden hate each other? If so, why?

"Holden?" I called him making him break out of the reverie he was into a moment ago, and gave a puzzled look to me, "I don't want to seem as if I am intruding on your private space but can I ask you a question?"

He nodded.

"If you don't want to answer then it will be fine, I saw how you and Aiden didn't seem like friends you both are-"

" -hostile toward each other, yes, we hate each other." He completed my sentence, his eyes were bloodshot and drowsy yet animosity shone in his eyes for Aiden.

"Why?" I asked, noting his brusque response. A dark glint shone in his eyes, promising dread and terror.

"He is the murderer." He growled, and a wave of violent fury rose inside him. "He killed my father."

I gasped.

Murderer? Is Aiden really competent to murder someone? My mind and heart were not in mutual agreement. All I knew is this was not the entire story, there was more to it, however, I didn't dig for an answer when I knew it will unsettle everyone.

"He fucking killed my father," he reiterated, slowly and deadly.

Dread settle inside me watching Holden lose his patience, regret of getting my curiosity ahead was tormenting me.

This was an integral matter, and his intoxicating state was making him more vulnerable than before, I think he might have not even confided to me if he wasn't intemperate, and as I didn't want to take advantage of his fragile condition, I didn't question him further.

Suddenly, over the loud music, screaming and whining sounds drifted through the air into my ears, Holden and my gaze wandered towards people who were growing into a crowd. We both fled as well, for learning the reason behind the commotion.

My eyes widen and my breathing froze.

Aiden was throwing lethal punch after punch on a face of an unfamiliar boy who was feebly attempting to defend against fatal punches, but in the vain. The boy was tall and muscular, however, his strength failed against Aiden. The dimmed light obscures his face.

A vortex of anger swirled in Aiden's gaze, making his face look harder and colder than ever.

"Didn't I told you to never show your fucking face to me!" Aiden growled, slamming him with another punch straight on his face. "Then, what fuck are you doing here!"

"And here I thought, you will love to see me," the boy amusedly let out forcefully between his harsh attempt at breathing. His mockery proved to be a drawback for him because Aiden's frame shudder into a thundering rage. The very next moment punch after punch landed on him, disfiguring his face, and nose to bleed.

Out of nowhere Warren appeared and notice the lethal outbreak in his house.

" Every fucking time" he mumbled, and stepped near the two men into flashing rage." Daniel! Aiden! Stop it, man."