It's Complicated.. [REWRITING]

Chapter Twenty

Aiden's POV

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It'd been two days and Sam hadn't called me back. I figured that it was because she'd been taken by Tyrone, just like I had told the police, and you know how Tyrone hates me. I sighed, running my hand through my messy hair. I'd hardly got any sleep the past two nights, since Sam had gone, meaning there were bags under my eyes and I was constantly yawning, though I didn't feel tired. I pushed myself up out of the arm chair and pushed on a pair of shoes, grabbed my coat and keys before walking out of the apartment and down the stairs. I walked over to my car and started driving over to the police station to see if anything had been found out.

As I was around half way there, my phone started ringing in my pocket. I pulled over as soon as I could and quickly pulled it from my pocket, answering it on the last ring.

"Hello?" I asked, having not looked st the Caller ID.

"Aiden. We've found a trace of Sam's phone. Could you come down to the station so we can discuss the next step with you as soon as you can, please?" Officer Plait asked, the older officer that I had spoken to the other day.

"Of course, I'm on my way now. Thank you Officer." I said quickly before hanging up the phone and finishing my journey over to the price station.

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Sam's POV

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I rocked Drew in my arms as he cried, still not used to this unfamiliar place after only two days.

"Here, let me take him." Tyrone whispered, reaching out to take Drew as he crouch down to my level on the floor. I'd refused to use any of the things he'd provided for me, telling him that I'd cope.

I pulled Drew closer to my body, ignoring Tyrone's attempted of help. He sighed, standing back up.

"You can't ignore me forever, Sam. Some time soon you're going to need food, water and a bed. You can't live on the floor with nothing to eat."

I slowly stopped moving my arms as Drew started to calm down, a small yawn escaping his small lips. I set him down in the small bundle of blankets I'd found, making Drew my priority. The only things I'd used from Tyrone were these blankets and formula milk for Drew; there was no way I was feeding him any other way in front of Tyrone. I looked down at Drew for a moment longer, gently running my hand over the top of his head before standing up and looking up at Tyrone.

"Whatever, I'll eat some food if it makes you happy." I followed him into the kitchen.

"I didn't want us to be a family like this Sam, but there was no other way for it to happen. I know that you'd never let me have you if I asked." He muttered, more to himself as I wasn't really paying attention to his words, more at the food to make sure it was alright to eat. "Don't be so paranoid, Sam. It's not like I'm going to poison you; I can't raise our baby without you."

"You shouldn't be raising a baby at all." I muttered, taking the plate of food from the counter once he'd finished preparing it and walked back into the bedroom, where Drew was. I sat back down beside the blanket bundle and looked down at him for a moment before I started to eat.

I looked continued to look down at Drew as he started to stir awake, but carried on eating, just watching the small child in front of me. I reached down and gently wiped away the drool from his chin with the edge of my sleeve as he let out a gentle sigh before settling again.

"You're a good mom." I heard Tyrone say from the doorway. I looked over at him and shrugged.

"I'm not going to be bad to my child, am I?" I said, raising my eyebrows.