Stalker

Chapter 20- Doing Time

Aiden

"You get one phone call." The officer said before leaving me alone with the phone.

I picked up the phone, dialing Marco's number. It rang twice before he picked up, already knowing it was me.

"God Aiden."

"Nice to speak to you too." I said, rolling my eyes.

"How's life in jail treating you?" Marco asked, and I could hear his smile.

"Well they have my fingerprints now, took a cute picture of me too. I think some of the officers might have a crush on me." I said, turning and leaning my back against the wall. "When are you bailing me out?"

"Well it's 3am, I made a few calls and I should be able to get you in the morning." Marco said, sighing. "What did you tell the police?"

"That Maria got upset and ran away and I went after her, we got lost and I had a bloody nose on the way home."

"Alright, well I told them and my lawyer the same thing except for the bloody nose. They didn't mention that you were covered in blood." His voice came through the phone easily, not sounding too concerned. "Also Lauren was the one that called 911 and said you kidnapped her, although she had no evidence other than a weird feeling. You don't have court, no one's pressing charges. So don't stress, just sleep and i'll come get you in a few hours."

"It's easier said than done." I said, laughing slightly. "I'm in jail, Marco. Not a great sleeping environment."

"Yeah I bet." Marco said, chuckling.

"How's Maria?" I asked, picturing her in my mind. Standing on the sidewalk in my jacket, crying as they took me away from her.

"We need to talk about that, but now is not a good time." Marco said, voice turning slightly angry. "She's not handling it well, she's pissed at Lauren."

"I would be."

"I'll see you tomorrow, goodnight Aiden." Marco hung up then, and I got the feeling that asking about Maria may have been too much.

I was taken back to my jail cell, which had a bed although I was unable to sleep. The last 48 hours were on a constant replay through my head, but the thing I thought about the most was Maria's words.

I had told Marco I love her, and she told me she liked me. An evil thought crossed my mind, maybe I was only a friend to her.

No, not after everything. Not after the way she touched my arms and slept against my chest. I couldn't be friends with her, she either loved me or she didn't.

I would have to explain this to Marco at some point, tell him that I'm no longer being a bodyguard. He had to understand how badly it would hurt to be so close to her everyday, yet never get to be with her.

But then she would be alone, unprotected. And that would be 10 times worse.

I hoped that maybe she wasn't in the right mind, maybe she would tell me she loved me when I got back. Maybe she would let me love her.

But until then I was stuck in this jail cell with constant thoughts of her. I had felt something for her since day one, her presence practically intoxicating. I didn't understand how anyone could be near her and not fall in love.

But she needed time and space, she needed to be calm and not feel forced to love me. It wouldn't be real if I pushed it right now. So I would wait for when she's ready, even if she never is.