The door opened, and a man stood in the doorway. Aidan was mentally kicking himself; he thought this man was more attractive than he was. Did Amber see anything in Aidan at all?
"What the hell are you doing here? I told you not to contact me," the man said, seemingly enraged already. "Please, just let me get my things," Amber replied, a sense of terror and pure innocence in her voice, "I won't come back, I swear." "Go to hell," the man responded, and tried to close the door. At this, Aidan jammed his foot in the door and threw it open. He grabbed the man by the shirt and pushed him against the wall, suddenly becoming very protective. "Don't you DARE speak to her like that," he yelled, as Amber slipped into the flat and out of sight, "She's just here for her stuff." "Who the fuck do you think you are?" the man screamed, shoving Aidan off of him. "Just a guy trying to help a girl with a dick for an ex," Aidan responded slyly. As Amber turned the corner, a bag full of belongings in hand, she watched her ex's fist strike Aidan directly in the jaw. She screamed, running to Aidan and helping him outside. She couldn't do this anymore.
