It’s just a tiny reaction, but from Aiden, it’s everything that he doesn’t — and wouldn’t — say.
It’s proof that he’s scarred not only on the outside but also on the inside.
Just like me.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, inhaling his scent mixed with the rain.
“Why are you sorry for something you didn’t do?”
“I’m sorry that you went through that pain.”
“What makes you think I did?” His voice is quiet, too quiet, I barely hear him.
My eyes fill with tears. “My scar hurt like a bitch when I got it, and I’m sure these must’ve hurt you a lot, too.”
He remains silent.
For a moment, I continue holding him even when he doesn’t wrap his arms around me.
He just sits in the middle of the bed like a statue and lets me hug him.
I don’t mind.
He’s been there for me during my nightmares, this is the least I could do.
I want to support him silently as he did to me.
“Those friends were bored,” he says in a neutral voice. “The mind makes you do a lot of fucked-up shit when you’re bored. But they weren’t normal bored people. They were sadistic bored people.”
He stops talking, and I inch back to study him. There’s a glint in his dark eyes. That usually means he’s letting his devil come out and play.
It’d be a lie if I said I’m not scared, but this time, I won’t run away.
I’m staying right here. His demons can show me their worst.
“Due to their games, they lost both their children.”
My lips part. “Lost?”
“They died.” He smiles. “That finally managed to stop them. Actually, no. Something else stopped them. Or someone.”
“Someone stopped them?”
He nods.
“Who?”
“I can’t remember.” He grips me by both my hips and flips me underneath him.
I squeal.
He yanks my skirt up and buries his hand under my underwear.
A moan rips from my throat when he thrusts his middle finger deep inside me.
“Maybe I’ll remember after I fuck you.”
“Aiden!” I hit his chest.