A/N- I realise chapter 6 had been due a long time now. I just couldn't bring myself to write it. I am an amateur writer and the way it works for me is I let the story come to me, instead of trying to concoct one. So it takes time and certain circumstances.
This one has no sex, purely an emotional point of view: trying to paint a picture here of them in a refined manner to set what happens next.
All the comments and criticism I received earlier has had an impact on me and encouraged me to write better. Hope this is better than my previous work.
To any readers who have suggestions, please comment below and rate this story. Thank you!
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Aiden's pov
It had been 2 days since that Sunday when Amy left. At least I knew that she was home and I could at any time go and check up on her.
To say I was heartbroken after everything was an understatement. If only, I could tell Amy...
But it was maybe for the best that she ended it. It was just like her father had told me. My sadism was going to drive her away some day... he wanted me away from her anyways. I respected that. If I had a daughter and I knew her boyfriend was a sadist, I would probably want that too.
Amy was of course kept out of the equation at all times- when my father left, when my mother tried to kill herself, when I had the urge to kill something, when her father came to our rescue, when her father guided me all these years to fight my insanity... Amy was secluded from this part of my life.
I couldn't tell her all this. But the urge in me to go and take her and lose myself in her hadn't subsided at all. I wanted to go, talk... argue if not resolve... but I wanted her. God I felt like a parasite, not being able to let go.
Last couple days had been the best and the worst. Amy submitted-a feat I never imagined would willingly happen in the first few days of our relationship. The way my mother smiled when we told her about our relationship, to how worried she looked when she found Amy had left... it killed me.
Since then my room echoed silence. My life felt as I someone had plunged me into an abyss. I missed Amy. She didn't text or call, neither turned up for classes. My mind, being the pessimist it was, kept jumping to the worst case scenario.
The third day I had had enough. But I knew Amy wouldn't respond to me. I approached Kristen, who thankfully attended the class today. Kristen and Amy's relationship was beyond me. They would only talk when absolutely necessary and leave each other alone at other times. Kristen, along with everyone else in the class, hated me. But when I approached her about Amy, she kept aside the animosity and agreed to go check up on Amy.
The rest of my day was spent with my phone in my hand at all times. I was glued to it. I was to assist my professor today for his research work. I had to put my phone away and I did so reluctantly. But got back to it as soon as I could, only to be disappointed.
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I hardly ate anything and went to bed. But sleep betrayed me and all the good times I had had with Amy flashed. I wanted to cry after so many years, but I held back.
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The next day
I went to attend the thermodynamics class. I was way too tired but hopeful that Kristen would tell me about Amy. My eyes were either on the phone or the door. I was awfully early for the class and there were just 2 or 3 more people besides me, nerds who were reading or typing their assignments.
My heart raced fast every time I would hear the door creak.
The class started filling up. But no sign of Kristen.
Finally, I saw Kristen enter.
And behind her, Amy.
My eyes popped out of my head I reckon. She looked- she had a new haircut, her hair now only shoulder length, straightened, her fringes to the side, making her look a little more mature than before, her purple top loose and frilly. She chose to wear a full length tight denim instead of shorts on a hot summer day. I recalled having flogged her legs till they reddened. Was she hiding that with those denim?
Although she looked so good in that outfit, with her new haircut, I could see the pain right in her eyes. Our eye contact hardly lasted for a fraction of a second, when Kristen pulled her to her seat and threw a look at me. Oh God, what had Amy told her? Would Amy tell Kristen? The thought of that happening tightened my stomach and I felt sick.
And the professor came in.
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The most torturous hour of my life ticked by. My mind just replaying the look I saw on Amy's face when she saw me. The hurt and pain... What had I done? I wanted to beg her for forgiveness... but I knew what I had done was unforgivable. And what I had done was also so she would go away from me. I was not good for her being. And that look was the evidence of that.
It felt like someone was putting acid on my heart and forcing it to pump acid everywhere. My head was fighting to cry and do something at the same time.
The bell ringed and by the time, I could get to her, she left. I resigned and started walking towards the lab for my practical. Kristen stopped me mid-way.
"Stay away from her."
"I will. Just tell me is she ok?"
"She will be. You need to stop doing what you did when she entered the class. Don't remind her of what happened."
Kristen knew what had happened?
"You know what happened?" I asked, my heart in my mouth. Fear rising up my stomach.
"No. She didn't tell me. But she didn't have to. You hurt her and that's what happened. Please don't hurt her more, if you really love her."
Her tone was serious and I knew she was protecting Amy. I felt a little relieved to see that she was, but very very annoyed that Amy needed protection from me.
"Ok."
She let me go. And I felt my eyes well up almost. But I had to attend my practical. I put my thoughts aside, only Amy refused to leave my mind.
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I came home as soon as the day finished. I didn't feel like doing anything. I went straight to my bed.
I don't know when I felt asleep, but there was a small knock on my door.
I woke up and opened the door. It was my mom.
"You didn't eat anything." She said annoyed.
"Yes. I wasn't hungry." I rubbed my eyes and took my phone out of my pocket to see the time.
"Come on now. You need to eat." She said walking towards the kitchen. "And wear a better shirt. "
I put that disappointment of my phone down and changed from tee shirt to a button down.
I entered the kitchen and my heart stopped. For a moment I thought I was hallucinating. I saw Amy helping my mom with a cake.
The bell rang and I realised I wasn't hallucinating. Amy was really there.
"That's Monica. Can you open the door Aiden?"
Amy looked at me. The hurt was there somewhere but hidden. She was dressed in the same dress she was before. Plus an apron.
"I know Amy looks wonderful but could you please open the door Aiden?"
My mom said with a hint of tease. I quickly walked out of the kitchen and composing myself big time. I got the door and Amy's mom wished me happy birthday on the spot.
She had big tubs of caramel popcorn in her hand. I helped her with them and she walked in to meet Amy and my mom.
I closed the door and half sighed in relief that Amy's dad didn't accompany her mom.
"Monica, hey there. How was your trip?" my mom wished her and the three women caught up while I stood like a dumb fool on the kitchen entrance.
"Are you going to stand there all evening?" my mom asked and snapped out of it as I helped my mom set up the table. My hand touched Amy's once or twice and she went rigid every time. I kept my hands to myself, which was very hard.
I decided to sit away from her, but the only place left for me to sit was right next to her. And I did hesitantly.
She was avoiding my eyes. And my eyes refused to look at anything else. She had worn cologne and sitting so close to her, I could smell it. It was soothing me on a whole different level.
Suddenly I felt Amy widen her eyes at my mom. And I saw our mom's and realised my mom told her mom about our dating.
"When did this happen?" her mom was looking at both of us in glee and surprise.
Amy was uncomfortable and she was radiating it. How could they not see it?
I wanted to open my mouth to say something but I didn't know what to say. Should I tell them we aren't?
"A week back." Amy said courageously.
She was implying we are still dating? Why?
