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Aiden reached out for me again, and I held up my hand in warning.Aiden froze, probably worried about what type of air or water I’d send at him.
I could have drowned him.
I could have taken the air from his lungs.
Hell, I could have just slapped him.
But I did none of those things. I did something much, much worse.
Icried.
Tears streamed down my cheeks and an embarrassing sob left my throat, and then I was running away. I briefly registered that Aiden was calling my name, but I didn’t look back. I made it back to the party, ignoring the pain in my chest and frantically looking for my friends.
I knew something was going to go wrong tonight. I wouldn’t ignore my intuition ever again.
Chapter 20
Aiden
Every once in a while,I felt like gravity wasn’t real. My arms would prickle with the feeling of static. My head would spin. Every emotion would hit me at once.
With alcohol, it quieted. Same with pills.
Neither one was working tonight, though.
I’d been so excited for this party. Skye looked like all my sinful dreams come to life in that fucking dress. And she’d been alone. She hadn’t found someone else to hook-up with, even after I ditched her. I should have been having the best night of my life right now.
But after that call from my mother…
Her words still rang out across my mind.
‘You’ve been so disappointing, Aiden.’
Now I was angry.
She wasn’t wrong, was she? Why had I ever thought I could be anything different? Anything other than this idiot she’d turned me into? I was too impulsive. Everyone knew it.
No matter how hard I tried to be different, I lapsed back into the same pattern. Every. Time. Only this time, I’d hurt the one person I never wanted to hurt.
Skye.
The girl who made me want to be different.
The look on her face after I’d said those fucking words to her…
I’d never forgive myself.
If she had half the backbone I wish I had, she’d never forgive me, either.
I chased after Skye, but she was fucking fast.
And I was drunk.
And high, on I didn’t even know what. I’d taken the first pill I was offered. Beyond stupid, but it was the only way I knew to silence the voices. That or fucking. Carla had certainly been insistent earlier, but I swear my dick actually recoiled in disgust the moment her hand grazed it.
Speaking of disgust–
I stumbled, falling to my knees and throwing up absolutely everything in my stomach. My head was swimming, my vision blurring. I wretched several times, finally sitting back minutes later with a cough. Holy shit. I hadn’t drank nearly enough to get sick like that. What the fuck had Carla given me?
