I was between dreams when a loud thud hit against the wall. My eyes weren't even open by the time I was up and turning on all the lights in the apartment. I peeked at the front door and saw Myra walking in, cursing at something as she stumbled in with messy hair and stripped clothes.
"I can walk by myself!" She cursed again and jerked her arm away from the guy helping her.
"Fine." He bit out and stopped helping her.
I walked to the living room where Myra began arguing with a familiar voice. I chewed the inner part of my cheeks to keep myself from groaning at the sight of Aiden. Of course it's him.
"Is everything okay?" I called out to her, gaining the attention of everyone in the room.
In the corner of my eye I could see Aiden glare at me with a fixed stare.
Clearly he didn't know I lived here.
"Shit, I'm sorry I woke you." Myra pressed her lips into a thin, guilty line.
"I thought you were staying with Lars tonight?" I asked her when I brought her into her room, careful not to let her stumble.
"That fell through..." Even though her words were slurred and unclear, her tone wasn't. She was disappointed. "We had a fight."
"Do you want to talk about it?" I opened her bed covers and guided her in.
"I confronted him about the whole commitment thing and it kind of blew up in my face." She sighed and closed her eyes on the pillow. "I'm really sorry I woke you up," She gave me a weak smile and fell asleep shortly afterwards.
I shut her door quietly and went back into the living room area where Aiden stood by the door, scrolling on his phone when I came in.
"Um... thanks for bringing her home." My cheeks turned into a soft shade of pink. I dropped my eyes to the floor and went to the kitchen.
His response was given to me in silence and body language, but his eyes were no longer lingering on his phone. They were fixed on me in an angered stare like I had done something wrong.
"Can I get you something? I know it's late and we don't have much but-"
"No." He clenched his jaw with irritation.
"Did I do something to annoy you?" I looked at him with confusion.
He made his way to where I was and stood in front of me for the soul purpose of making me feel small.
"Your presence alone annoys me." He spat out in disgust.
He leaned in closer with a colder expression. His hot breath grazed my skin in huffs, cornering me into the table like a hoard of sheep. He took a final step, his lips now inches from my ear. My lower back hit the wood telling me there was nowhere for me to go anymore. But still, he kept moving closer to me until his lips brushed against my earlobe. My heart thumped in my chest and I stilled my breathing. He was so close I smelt the faint perfume he wore.
"Everything about you disgusts me... You are idiotic and worthless, and quite frankly, it's sad." His words turned curdle like milk with lemon. "I almost pity you."
I tried talking again, spelling out words in my head but none coming out. A tightening in my throat squeezed further and I knew that an onslaught of tears waited for behind my eyes. But I look down to the floor beneath my feet to hide the fact that he had upset me in such an effortless way.
"I... I think you should leave," I muttered with a quiet, less sure tone and stepped away from his tall and hateful figure. I followed back into my room without another glance and shut the door behind me quickly, just in time for the cold tears to make their way down my flushed cheeks.
I didn't understand what I had done to make Aiden so mad and annoyed at me the way that he was. The confusion rolled around me as that familiar loud engine scowled from the bottom of the street. I walked over to my window, pulling the curtain back just enough to peer down at the knowing black car. It was almost too familiar before I noticed the same obnoxious black haired guy from the day I moved in. Of course he owned that stupid car.
I turned away from the window and wiped away at my eyes while I sniffled back into my bed without any further thoughts.
When I woke up the next morning, the sun's warmth was at my window. I stood from the messy turmoil of sheets and tucked the corners over the mattress and folded them neatly. I puffed up the pillows and once I was happy with the result I went to the kitchen to make myself a fresh pot of coffee.
Myra wasn't going to be up for a few hours knowing she was hungover from last night and by then I'd be waiting for my dad at the coffee shop we agreed to meet.
A knot in my stomach formed and grew bigger the longer I stared at the clock ticking down the minutes. I had barely eaten any breakfast and when I went into my closet to pick out some jeans and a jacket to wear out, I almost felt like throwing up the little I did eat.
As I looked in the mirror I found myself wishing I didn't have to go through all of this alone. I wanted somebody to hold my hand and tell me it was going to be okay, because I needed to hear that... I needed to hear it over and over until I convinced myself that it would be. So I plastered the best smile I could find and grabbed my bag before I had the chance to change my mind.