Wronged

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Is it a police officer? The owner of this land being built on maybe? Or perhaps it's just one of the workers checking in on the structure. Maybe someone heard us nearby and checked up on it to confirm suspicions. Whoever it is, I'm guessing it's not a person who would let this slide if we were caught.

"Who is it?" I mouth silently.

"We need to leave," He noiselessly responds, eyes hard and unnerving.

I frown and glare at him, but then nod. He lets out a breath of relief at my compliance and then looks down. He sits up, eyeing me warily.

"We have to get down," He whispers. "I'll carry you back to the car after that, but we have to be quiet, understand?"

"Is it a policeman?"

"No. Quite the opposite actually. Now shut up and let's go."

I roll my eyes. This is the jerk everyone was talking about. Or, I guess he isn't a jerk. He's just being pushy because he wants to leave. But something inside of me squirms when he mentions unlawful people. Opposite of the police? I've dealt with those people. My father. The whores. The stranger who attacked me. They're not good, and so I know it's best to just listen to the bossy Aiden before me.

Quickly, Aiden climbs onto the ladder and outstretches his hand to me. I latch onto his wrist and allow him to skillfully help me down. I hit with the tiniest of thuds due to the boot on my foot, and we still.

A moment passes, and he breathes out once. Then he gestures for me to follow him with a small wave of his hand. I do so, trying not to apply too much pressure on my knee. It only hurts a little bit.

We walk to the stairs once more. Aiden makes a "stay put" gesture with his hands and I nod. He descends the steps slowly and carefully before disappearing to search the first floor. I feel like a spy. But I also wonder: Are we on the good or bad side of this situation?

We did trespass, but that's not what I'm questioning. I know that's wrong. I'm talking about this person. Whoever it is, is he good or bad? Are we good or bad?

I mean, technically I can't be either. I only followed Aiden. So I guess what I'm actually pondering is, is Aiden the bad guy?

Before I can elaborate on my thoughts, the sound of creaking floorboards behind me rings in the air. It's not loud, but it sounds like it is in my head. Like blaring alarms. Get out. Get out. Get out.

I spin around and see a large, strong, and tall man that must have a good foot or two on me. He wears a black mask, eyes glaring and burning. But as soon as I turn around and he looks at me for a moment, they widen.

I take the moment of shock on his face (for whatever reason he was shocked) to turn around and sit. I know I just look ridiculous. I know this must be retarded of me. But this is literally my only escape in a time of adrenaline, nerves, and the three F's. And with an injured knee, I'm definitely stealing the "Flight" option.

I push myself down, butt hitting against each step as my clothes slide down the wooden stairs. There aren't too many stairs, even considering how large the place is, thank God.

I reach the bottom and hoist myself up, knowing the man was well over halfway down already. I use the rectangular wooden rail to balance myself.

"Aiden!" I call out. "The asshole is in he- Mmnph!" A hand covers my mouth, the other arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me into him a little too hard. My breath is knocked from my stomach when he does this, and I groan a little.

A moment later, Aiden runs into the room again, eyes wild and searching for me. And when he does see me, he stops. His eyes burn in a fiery hatred. I can see his fists curl up at his sides and a single vein present itself on his neck.