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In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.
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AIDEN

She looked peaceful. Her dark hair spilled around her like a halo. I didnt't have the heart in me to wake her up. God knows from how long she hadn't slept peacefully.

Thinking about it made my blood boil. What type of bastard hurts a girl so fragile? So angelic?

Hold up a minute.

Where the fuck did these thoughts come from?

I hadn't even talked to her properly. The only thing we talked about was her pathetic excuse of a human fiance and father. 

Nothing else.

Then why did I already feel so possesive about her?

It wasn't normal. It shouldn't be normal. 

Heck, having conversations with myself about a girl I barely knew doesn't  not seem normal either.

With all these pathetic converations going on inside my head , I slipped off the couch. 

Thinking about it, for once in a long time I had slept so well. I didn't have them for once.

Why? I didn't know. Neither didn't I want to. I was better off this way.

I entered my bedroom and checked the time. 

6:52.

That fucker, Jake, had to wake me up so early. I sure as fuck will murder him once I meet him.

But I wonder why he did that. He usually doesn't call me up so early and he did sound urgent.

With questions swirling in my mind, I headed for a quick shower in the washroom.

I came out pretty quick as well.

After taking my jacket, I headed outside to my motorcycle. 

With anticipating the rush, I set off.

I reached my destination pretty quick too.

I jumped off my motorcycle and headed in.

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SCARLET

My neck hurt. It hurt like a bitch.

Probably because I dozed off on a frickin couch.

Yeah, probably because of it.

Note to myself: never doze off on a couch.

I craned my neck to find Aiden. Wasn't he there with me yesterday night?

But he wasn't here now.

Probably went for some work.  Who am I to ask anyway?

Shrugging, I checked the time.  It was 8:30.

Groaning , I slipped off the couch and headed to the guest room.

Looking at my reflection, I almost cringed.

This time not because of my bruises, thank the Lord,  but because of the condition of my hair. It looked like a birds nest.

Combing them is going to be painful.

My face wasn't a pretty sight as well. Drool formed at the edge of my lips.

Quickly, I  took some clothes from the ones Aiden gave me and blushed when I picked the undergarments.

Did he pick them?

Blushing still, I headed to the washroom for a shower. 

After coming out, my stomach grumbled.

It was time for some breakfast.

I headed to the kitchen to prepare something.

There wasn't much in the fridge. Just some eggs and veggies.

I need to go for some grocery shopping. After all I am living in his house.

Hopefully, I'll ask him later. 

Grabbing the eggs, and some things, I was set to prepare some omelette.

Just as I was about to break the eggs, I heard the door opening.

Thieves! Was my first thought.

I quickly grabbed something which closly resembled a butcher knife and tip toed to the door. 

Who keeps a butcher knife in their house for God's sake?! Anyway,

Still tip toeing, I almost striked, but then I heard a familiar voice.

"Keep that knife away for gods sake! " Aiden all but screamed.

"Sorry, sorry. I thought it was a theif or something. You can't trust anyone!" I replied, flustered.

Aiden snorted and gave me the "are you serious " look.

"Says the one living with a criminal. Why the fuck would a theif enter my house? This area is basically isolated. " he says.

Ouch.

"My bad. And yeah you agreed too!" I reply.

He just raises his hand in surrender.

"By the way, I need to go Frocester shopping. There's basically nothing to eat in the house. Lend me some money, will you?" I ask him.

He just nods and hands me some money. 

"Are you hungry? I was making some omelette." I ask

He smiles and says "Yes".

We make our way to the kitchen and I start making the omelettes.

Once done, he start eating on the counter itself.

"How's it?" I question.

"Not bad" he replies.

I just  roll my eyes.

"I need you to come somewhere tomorrow."

He suddenly says. And we settle back into silence.

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Hey!!
Soo, Aiden's POV!

Where dies he want to take Scarlet? Any thoughts?

By the way guys, I won't be updating for sometime, I got exams coming tomorrow! Ugh!

Wish me luck!

Hope you liked the chapter!

Until next time
Sheryl

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