Chapter 73

Fix It

I stare out of the window into the backyard, the mess from last night mostly gone.

The pan sizzles and I snap out of my thoughts.

"Shit," I whisper to myself, grimacing as I salvage the eggs before they burn.

My mind has been a chaotic mess. Even my dreams seemed too real last night.

I dreamed of a car and a crash. Of Zaid in handcuffs and Aiden just watching.

I slide a piece of bread into the toaster, my mind racing with questions I don't know if I

want the answers to.

The soft creak of the stairs makes my heart jolt. I don't have to turn around to know it's

Aiden. His footsteps are slower than usual, hesitant, almost apologetic.

"Morning," he says, his voice quiet and heavy with sleep.

"Morning," I reply, my tone neutral, my focus fixed on the egg as it bubbles in the pan.

I feel him behind me before he touches me, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling

me into his chest. His warmth is familiar, and for a moment, I let myself lean into it,

closing my eyes.

"Do you hate me now?" he asks softly, his voice trembling just enough to make me flinch.

I shake my head, opening my eyes and focusing on the stovetop.

"I don't know," I admit.

He tenses behind me and retreats just a bit.

"I'm confused. Angry. But I want to hear your side."

He exhales a shaky breath, his arms loosening slightly. "Okay. Yeah, okay. Let's talk."

grabbing my toast from the toaster before following him

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me, his lips

and balance the plate on

not so hungry. I just look down at

bite my lip and glance at the stairs, wondering if Zaid is awake. The thought of him sends a pang through my chest, but I push it

slide

do I even want from this conversation? Closure? Clarity?

way he looks at me makes me feel like he is depending on me to

grinned at me, made me laugh when I didn't

someone completely different. The type of guy that would let his brother take the fall for something he

shit.

he be

myself to meet his

"What exactly

and stop my hands from trembling. "That

the blame and he went

eyes darting to the floor. "It wasn't supposed

true."

He nods.

fill my eyes. "How could you do

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shakes his head and runs his hands through his fingers. "Alina, I was scared. I panicked. I

you let Zaid take

He grimaces.

to juvie while

that!" he protests, leaning forward, his

so much happening in his eyes. Fear, hatred, anger, devastation and complete,

take the blame. He

"And you just let him? You

"Of course I did!"

tears from my eyes

right thing to do," he finally says, his

he didn't care,

plate on the coffee table, my appetite entirely gone.

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