Balance

7: Aidan

Aidan

     This was bad. This was very bad. That was the only thing that was going through my mind as I found myself being chewed to shreds by my captain but, I wasn't really listening all I could think about was that I needed to find some information quickly of that poor kid was as good as dead.

    "DOYLE!" I heard loudly through the speaker of my phone. I snapped myself back to reality.

    "Yes, Cap?"

    "Get me something on these fucking people and get it fast before this gets worse." He said calmly, understanding that this entire assignment had just become twenty times more difficult for me.

    "Yes, sir." I said before hanging up the phone and dropping it on the cushion next to me. There were about a million and one things going on in my mind at this moment, the primary thought was that I hoped to God that Layla was in no way involved in whatever her parents were involved in. My second thought was that I needed a break through and quickly or else there would probably be a few more pieces of Miles Chester being sent to us.

    "Hey." I heard a soft voice say from behind me, I tilted my head and saw Layla standing on the side of the couch looking as relaxed as I had ever seen her in a pair of what looked to be mens extra-large sweatpants and an old GAP t-shirt, her face was clear of makeup and her hair was wrapped in a colorful scarf at the top of her head. She looked fucking incredible.

    "Hey." I said back patting the seat cushion next to me, she came and sat tucking her feet under her.

    "Are you really staying?" She asked, not in a rude way but in a way that had an air of disbelief around it.

    "I can. Or I can go." She shook her head.

    "Stay. I'll go fix up the guest bedroom." She left and bounded up the stairs, leaving me alone for at least ten minutes. I got up and looked around the layout of the first floor hoping that I would find some type of home office area. I found a bathroom, what looked like a master bedroom and an extra bedroom. I tried getting into the master bedroom but before I could test the handle I heard Layla's footsteps coming down the stairs. I quickly made my way into the bathroom and changed into some sweats and an old hoodie. I came out of the bathroom brushing my hand over my hair.

    "You brought clothes with you?" Layla quizzed. I nodded.

    "Yeah, I grabbed these out of my gym bag before I came in." I said watching the look of suspicion leave her face. She nodded and I followed her back to the living room.

    "Do you want to watch something?" She asked already grabbing the remote and flicking through the channels.

    "It seems like you've already made the decision for me, Dollface." I chuckled kicking one of my legs on either side of her and laying down, she leaned against my leg and let her legs rest on top of mine. She giggled a little.

    "I kinda did. How do you feel about The Princess Bride?" I smiled a little because she looked so happy about this damn movie.

    "I've actually never seen it." The look of horror that crossed her face was enough to make me double over and laugh.

    "Well we'll be fixing that tonight. Now hush and pay attention." She got more comfortable and settled in as the opening sequence started. I faced the screen and tried to give this movie a shot.

    About an hour into the movie I looked at Layla, who had drifted off and was now half laying on me and half off the couch and her mouth was slightly open. It was cute. It wasn't even that late yet she was knocked. I chuckled and moved off the couch, readjusting her so she was in a more comfortable position, then I grabbed a stray couch pillow and tucked it under her head before I settled into the seat that was next to the couch. I watched Layla shift a little in her sleep but still look so peaceful that it put me at ease. Being around her in general put me at ease but at the same time I wasn't sure what role she played in this whole enterprise. I glanced around the living room and its surrounding areas, it was a subtle opulence that only those with the most money and class could pull off, from the gold leaf on the decorative dishes, to the aged oversized oak clock that screamed old money. I couldn't help but wonder how many people the Eatons had killed or ruined to get this money, and I couldn't help but pray that Layla wasn't involved in it. 

a/n

OK, kill me. Yell. I know I haven't updated in forever and for that I'm so sorry. I moved and I was going through a lot with my new job but I'm back now. And I promise I will do my absolute best to never go this long without updating again. I'm also gonna work on trying to get on a regular updating schedule but please don't hold me to that just yet. Anywho I know this chapter is short and kinda just lackluster but I felt it was necessary ignorer for me to set up a few things for future chapters so please enjoy and comment and vote and feel free to let me know what you think. IN A CONSTRUCTIVE WAY! 

There aren't exactly specific songs for the chapter but there is an artist of the chapter, really an artist for the whole book. 

Mahalia. Check her out she's fantastic the song I had on repeat were:

17

Sober(acoustic)

Mahalia 

I Remember