Chapter 3

“This is your apartment?” I ask when Aiden pulled into the parking lot. I swear my eyes are still foggy. There is no way a billionaire is staying in such a dumb? 

“Yes, as I said, it’s not done yet.” he opens the passenger door and yet again struggles to unlock the seatbelt. 

“It must be exhausting?” 

“What?” he asks,

“Looking after your sister, or what would you like to call me? You can call me anything. Accept difficult, broken or a piece of shit. Tonight I want to hear favourable words. Like I’m beautiful.” he smiled and finally unclipped the seatbelt. 

“Can you walk?” 

“Yeah, but I’d rather have you carry Me.” He pulled me out of the seat and picked me up. 

“Before we go upstairs, I don’t see you as my sister, and definitely not one of those other words you used to explain your character, but I

“Can I put you down now?” I shook my head, telling him no. 

My legs curled around his waist and my arms wrapped around his neck. He pours water into the kettle, still holding me with his other hand. I finally picked up my head, looking straight into his eyes. 

“You must have girls falling all over you?” I ask, still high as fuck. 

“No, just you.” he teased. 

“You call this falling for you?” my eyes staring

“No, I know you will at some point.” He sounds confident. He pours some coffee in a mug and gave me a pill. 

“So you’re trying to drug me to get into my pants?” 

“This is strong black coffee, and aspirin, you’ll need it after your dose of from whatever made you this high.” he placed me on the counter, standing in between my legs to make sure I drink the coffee and the aspirin. 

“Aww, My hero.”

“You don’t want me to fall for you. I will drag you into a dark hole, and believe me, you won’t have a long enough ladder to climb out,” I said, my face inches away from him. 

“Your high, this conversation is useless, you need to sleep.” 

“No, what I need is for everyone to stop trying to save  me.” I jump off the counter. The

“Where are you going?” his eyes turned cold. I tried to fight my way out of his grip, but he picked me up and placed me back on the counter. 

“Away from here, away from people who judge me and make me feel like shit.” he placed his hand on my cheek, making me look up to him. 

“The only person making you feel like shit and judging you, is you.” He said with a soft voice. 

“Please don’t” 

“What? Telling you the truth?” 

“No, trying to get some kind of humanity out of me. I’m a lost cause. Don’t try to save me, the only person who can do that, died while she told me over the phone she loves me and a gunshot silent her before I could tell her I love her back.”

 tears

“Emily.” 

“No Aiden, I don’t need your pity. If you don’t want me to leave, then show me where I can sleep and forget about this fucking night?” he moved away from me, pulling me off the counter. 

“You can sleep in my

“I’m not sleeping in your clothes.” I folded my arms like a typical teenager. 

“Yes, you are, get dress and sleep please.” It’s no use fighting him. I pulled my dress over my head, standing in just my underwear. 

“What? You don’t like watching?” I ask when he turned away. He doesn’t respond. Instead, he let out a cough.

“Aiden?” I called before he left the room. 

“You might not see me as beautiful in the morning,” I said, still standing in my underwear while Aiden turned around to face me. 

“You telling me that I won’t see you as beautiful as I see you now, while you  stand in your underwear?” 

“Yes,” I respond in a low tone. 

“Get some sleep beautiful.” He turned around and closed the door, leaving me with my dark thoughts.

I dressed in his

I opened one side of the blanket and curled myself up under the blanket. The pot and whatever drug I took are starting to wear off, making me think clearly again

. Not that I want to. I like feeling high and not have control over my emotions or any of the shit that comes up in my mind. I started at the ceiling when I realised that Mrs Emerson must be worried sick about where I am. I grabbed my phone from my school dress pocket. 

“Fuck” I yelled. It’s turned off. 

“What’s wrong?” Aiden asks, bursting into the room.

“I never told your Mother where I am.” I jumped out of bed, removing his T-shirt to get back into my school uniform. 

“Calm down,” Aiden said. Taking my dress out of my hands. 

“I told her you made a friend at school and asked me to tell her that you’ll be spending the night at her house to catch up with schoolwork.” 

“You did that for me?” I asked, sitting down on the side of the bed. 

“Yeah,” he smiled, sitting down next to me. 

“Well, thank you.” I don’t know why I care, but for some reason I do, and I hate it. 

“Will you please go to sleep now, I will drop you off at school tomorrow morning.” I smiled, not making a sound.

I climb back into bed, holding his pillow close to my face. I feel relaxed for the first time in  years, but I know it’s just the universe playing games with me. Tomorrow I would wake up again feeling like shit.