It's Complicated.. [REWRITING]

Chapter Six

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Aiden's POV

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I was furious. She'd told me what happened after she'd practically collapsed in my arms as soon as I'd stepped out of the car to meet her.

She'd told me that she was going to go back, he was under the influence of alcohol and he didn't mean to do what he did. Of course, I hadn't let her. I'd asked her what time he usually leaves and that we'd go to hers after he'd left. I wasn't taking any chances. She'd also begged me not to tell anyone that they were dating, which I wasn't really surprised by. I wasn't going to tell anyone because I knew it would break Sam's heart, and then I'd never have a chance with her.

It was the next morning and I woke up on the floor beside my bed, having let Sam use my bed, as much as she didn't mind sleeping on the floor. I yawned and sat up, running my fingers through my hair before looking over at the bed, seeing Sam still fast asleep. I frowned as I noticed the purplish mark on her cheek had gotten worse from last night and the small cut beneath her eye had been bleeding again, even after I'd cleaned it up for her. I sighed and sat up on the bed, placing my hand on her arm and gently shaking her.

"Sam." I whispered, trying to wake her up. "We need to get up for school now."

She opened her eyes after a few seconds and the bags under her eyes told me that she hadn't had much sleep. I hope to God that Tyrone had had no sleep at all. I hope he was up all night worrying about her. I gave her a small smile as she pulled the blankets up to her chin.

"I don't wanna." She mumbled childishly before a small smile appeared on her lips.

"I'll let you shower first? You'll get the hot water." I said with a smile. "And, if you're good I'll buy you breakfast." I said with a grin, standing up off the bed as her smile widened slightly at the thought of food.

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Tyrone's POV

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I started up at the ceiling, my eyes still wide from the lack of sleep I'd had. I hadn't been tired at all. All of my thoughts involved Sam. The punch. Her leaving. Why had she gone? Was she alright? I sighed as my alarm went off. I rolled over and switched it off, standing up off the bed and walking into the bathroom, taking off my clothes. I hadn't bothered to take off my clothes from yesterday, my mind was too distracted.

I walked back into the bedroom once I'd washed and dried myself, the towel hanging loosely around my waist as I walked into the closet, pulling a plain white shirt off the hanger and pulling it on, my shaking hands only just managing to do the buttons up. I pulled on a pair of boxers and then a pair of black trousers and socks before my shoes that I usually wore for work. Without bothering to eat breakfast, I picked up my keys and my phone, deciding whether or not to call Sam again, for the tenth time. I shook my head, figuring that she'd call me when she was ready to speak to me. I didn't blame her, I was drunk and stupid. I didn't know what I was doing, and I regret every minute of last night.

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Samantha's POV

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I kept my head down as I walked through the corridors of school but I knew everyone could see the small cut surrounded by the deep purple bruise on my cheek. Aiden walked beside me to make sure no one questioned me on what happened but more importantly so that Tyrone didn't try and speak to me. Unfortunately my first period was English with Tyrone so I had no choice other than to speak to him, but hopefully he wouldn't talk about what happened last night. I glanced up at Aiden, who was looking down at me, knowing I was worried about seeing Tyrone again.