It’s suffocating.
It’s robbing me from any clean air.
Every breath I take feels dirty and impure.
I feel dirty and impure.
The only thing able to cleanse me is running and the rain.
Only… it doesn’t.
Images of Silver loosening up Aiden keep playing at the back of my mind like some porn.
That must be why he’s too busy to text me.
I close my eyes and try to purge the images out of my head.
Silver and Aiden are made for each other.
I don’t care about them and their after school activities.
But why ask me to be his if he already has someone to tend to his whims?
Dickhead.
Once I arrive at the grocery store, I buy some tampons and an umbrella. I would rather run back in the rain, but Aunt will give me grief about it.
Not to mention that my heart feels kind of funny. I won’t push it for no reason.
I’m around the corner to our house, carrying the grocery bag in one hand and the umbrella in the other when I notice a black Mercedes with tinted windows. I think it’s been there since the grocery store.
Panic grips my chest and I run the rest of the way home. I opt for the back entrance since it’s the closest.
The moment I round the corner, a strong hand clamps around my mouth. I shriek, the umbrella and the bag fall from my hands.
My scream is drowned by the hand on my mouth.
I’m hauled forward. I trip and my cheek smashes against the hood of a car. I recognise his smell before his hot breath whispers in my ear.
“Time to pay, sweetheart.”
Chapter Eighteen
“A-Aiden?”
My heart lunges in my chest, beating sporadically against the hood of the car.
His car.
The dim light coming from around the corner doesn’t allow me much vision, but I feel him.
It’s impossible not to when I smell his clean, unmistakable scent mingling with the rain.
The bottom of my stomach hurts with that strange awareness I always had for him.
That damn awareness is like an incurable disease refusing to leave my body.
I try to lift my head and look at him, but he smashes my cheek back down against the wet hood.