Legally Yours

- 27 -

Aiden

I don't know why I did it, all I can say is that I regret it. I think I was overwhelmed, overthinking possibly? I'm not sure. One thing I know for sure is that if Quinn finds out I'm fucked. I am not going to rehab, especially since I've been completely fine for nearly three months.

I've got a pounding headache, I don't have a clue how much I've drank. I'm guessing a lot based of how much my head is killing. I'm dreading opening my eyes, seeing some form of light isn't going to help. I don't even know what time it is.

I don't think I'm in my bed, what the fuck did I do last night? If I've done what I think I've done I'm going to be so pissed at myself. I wouldn't have slept with someone else, right? I wouldn't do that to Rose.

Slowly I open my eyes, at first I don't have a clue where I am. Before stressing myself out about it, I try to take in my surroundings. Then I realise I'm in Rose's old room, which would've been concerning since Adora is sleeping in here. It was I genuinely thought it was her sleeping next to me.

Funnily enough, Adora and Rose have the same hair colour, and body shape. Actually they are really similar. I think they are around the same height. Is that concerning? Should I question that? I won't, not now anyways.

What I do need to question is why are we both in here and not in our own room. And why is she next to me? She was pissed at me, no? Definitely going to question that when she wakes up.

It's far to early to question anything, especially with my headache. But for some reason it's all I want to do.

Do I get up and leave her alone? Do I try to go back to sleep? I don't fucking know, if I wasn't overthinking before I definitely am now. I'm staring at her, watching her almost. Did she go out yesterday?

We didn't, did we? Fuck I don't think I'd forgive myself. I mean it's the reason we were arguing in the first place. I mean it doesn't look like it, we're both still wearing what we were wearing yesterday. She's on top of the blanket. I'm guessing not, but it definitely could look like it.

"Aiden? Are you still here." She whispers, her arm reaching out behind her. At first I don't say anything, I want to. I think I'm confused with this whole situation.

"Yes."

"Are you sober now?" She asks, slowly rolling over to face me.

"I think so." I'm not sure, I still don't think I'm thinking straight.

"You think so?" She raises an eyebrow at me and I nod. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" I ask her, surely we've argued enough. I mean obviously I love her, I don't want to not be with her. It's just a lot. She doesn't trust me, at all. I don't really know what changed. What did I do to her that makes it so she doesn't trust me anymore?

"Just yesterday, all of yesterday actually."

I shake my head, mentally rolling my eyes. "What is there to talk about? You don't trust me, at all. You made that perfectly clear, then you think I'm using you for sex. Not really anything to talk about." Okay, maybe I am being a little immature. However I think I'm more then justified in being.

"Aiden you know that we need to talk about this. Is this going to happen every time we argue." She looks hurt, I don't want to or like doing that. But I feel the same way, it hurts knowing your girlfriend doesn't trust you. To make it worse, thinks you'd assault someone. Especially like that.

"This isn't a normal argument to be having. Normal relationships don't consist of being accused of sexual assault." I get off the bed, pacing in the room.

"That's not fair." Her voice matches her expression.

"No, it's not."

"I need you to see it from my point of view, Aiden. I've gone through the same things she has, it wasn't hard to believe." That makes me feel so much better.

"I'm not either of those men, or do I seem like that to you?"

She shakes her head, pinching her nose. She's getting frustrated, but so am I. "That's not what I meant."

I scoff, running a hand through my hair. "What did you mean then? Because this is really fucking confusing."

"I know what she's been through, she isn't in a good headspace right now. She's bound to be acting strange or unreasonable." She breathes out, "I know that doesn't excuse why I didn't believe you, but I need you to see it like that."

"I get it, you relate to her. But you have to understand I would never do that. It's not a small thing that you accused me of."

"I know and I'm sorry. I didn't want it to come across that way." She wants to say something else, I want to let her. We're just going to go back and forth again.

"Aiden? Did you think about what I said at work?"

"It's all I've been thinking about. I just want to know why?"

"What? You want to know why I said it?" I nod, resting my back against the wall.

"I'm not sure, honestly? We just don't do any stereotypical couple things. I mean we fuck, we work and that's it." She shrugs, so helpful.

"It's called a stereotype for a reason, also what do you even class as a couple thing? Do you want me to buy you stuff?"

I don't do dating, I haven't in years. I don't know how to act in a relationship I don't know what to do.

"It's not just buying me stuff, Aiden. I appreciate it when you do, trust me I do. We just don't do anything else, we don't go on dates. The closest we get to dates is watching movies on the couch."

I watch her expression after she finishes speaking, it's blank. It's telling me nothing. I cannot read her at all. "Why did you not just tell me? Instead of wording it the way you did."

"I guess I can't explain that, communication isn't really something I'm good at." Her expression is still blank but it's softened significantly. I nod at her understandably.

"I know you think I don't trust you, but I do."

I sigh, "I do."

Her brows furrow and she sits up straight, climbing off the bed. "You do?"

"I do." I repeat. She smiles walking closer. "I love you, do you believe that?" I ask her.

"I do believe that, I love you too." She wraps her arms around my neck, resting her forehead on my shoulder. I pull her closer by her waist.

I breathe in deeply, taking in what just happened.  I mean what did happen? A lot happened, it felt like a lot happened.

I'm scared shitless of whether or not Quinn knows. She will literally kill me. Rehab will kill me. It was just one time though, it's not like it was drugs.

It was just a few drinks.

I'll be okay.

Right?