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Click.

Cold metal is pressed not against the side of my head, but is quickly felt inside of my mouth. The captor has released his hand from my lips and used it to aim this terrifying object at me - or more - in me. My eyes widen at the familiar weapon pointed toward the back of my throat, and I almost faint. Just right there. In fact, I'd rather do that. But my body won't shut down. It's contradicting itself.

"Let her go. Now," Aiden growls, taking a step closer.

He shoves the gun deeper into my mouth and tuts, and I close my eyes, calming myself with a deep breath. Why does shit like this always happen to me? Like it's not even realistic. Or, it shouldn't be.

"Now now, Foster. I wouldn't make any rash decisions when I've got your little girlfriend choked up." I can just imagine the smirk due to the suggestive tone in this guy's voice. I give Aiden a bland look and roll my eyes.

"Or...is she not your girlfriend? A little slut maybe? A toy?" the guy continues, "Would you be willing to let me play with her for a while."

Aiden's eyes seem to turn pitch black with anger. His chest moves up and down a little quicker, in short movements. It's taking everything he's got not to move. I can see it straining him.

"Asshole," I mutter, sounding more like: "Aughcole."

He chuckles, chest vibrating against my back. "And you're feisty."

"I swear to God if you don't let her go right now-"

"What?" Evil Guy scoffs, interrupting Aiden. "What're you gonna do?"

I resist biting down on the metal of the gun in irritation. Does he really think he can belittle Aiden and me, whoever this guy is? Obviously something has gone down with these two, but I don't want to be a part of it. Now I really don't think trusting Aiden would be the smartest of decisions.

But I can trust myself.

Without hesitation, I place weight on my injured foot and use the other to slam into my captor's shin with my heel. He cries out and I use his weak moment to get out of his hold and take the gun out of my mouth.

I don't really know how to use one of these things, believe it or not, so I pass it to Aiden and hobble over to him. He makes me get behind him, aiming the weapon at the guy's head. He hisses, rubbing his leg.

Baby.

"Who are you coming from? Who the fuck sent you to follow me?" Aiden barks, and I flinch. He was loud, and most certainly terrifying when he used that voice. Booming. Threatening. Chilling.

The boy puts his hands up. "I...no one."

Aiden growls, stepping closer and shaking the gun. I stare at him in a slightly wary way. He's kind of scary.

"Tell the truth, you motherfucker! Who?!"

"No one, I swear!" He shouts back, eyes wide and vulnerable.

Without any sort of second thought, Aiden brings his free hand back and throws a punch straight into the guy's jaw. He drops like a sack of potatoes and I bring a hand up to my mouth. My heart hammers as he towers over him, aiming the gun at his head.

"WHO SENT YOU?!"

"It was just me! I'm not even after you!" The boy cries.

"Aiden, I think that's enou-" I gasp when he kicks him in the ribs. The boy groans and rolls to the left, curling up, coughing and trying to get enough air. I quickly wobble over to them and grab Aiden's shoulder. He glances at me, and then back at the boy, still aiming the gun at him.

"Aiden. Stop," I beg. "Don't do anything more. Not in front of me. I've seen enough of that in my life, and you're the last person I want to see copy it."

Aiden looks at me again, eyes slowly and gradually retreating from their narrowing stature and softening out. His breath calms out as the guy writhes on the floor, and he puts the gun down, un-cocking it. He shoves it in the back of the waistband of his jeans and sighs out through his nose.

"If you ever come near me or Anna again, I will cut off your testicles and staple them to your lips," Aiden growls with one last spew to the intruder.

I stare at him on the ground before Aiden stops it by picking me up and bringing me out to the car and loading the crutches into the back.

I sigh.

I came here for yet another fresh start. A new life. But again, the old things come rushing back into my life.

Aiden's bringing them back.

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A/N:

I suck at this, lol.