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Aspen
“Where the hell are you??” The loud ringing from the other side of the phone made me wince. “I’m coming. I just left the hospital. I’m on my way. I’m so sorry.” I apologized, but I knew that Aria was not going to accept my apology. “What the hell is wrong with you??” She screamed so loudly. “What the hell is wrong with you??? Do you even take this job seriously at all? Look girl, if you are not careful, I will strip you of this work and give it to another person. Hundreds of girls are dying to get this job. What is wrong with you??” She hissed. Nothing was wrong with me. I only dropped by to go meet my sick mother at the hospital. I went to see her and no one would line up for the amount that she was paying. Payment was poor and I was only managing it because I had no choice. I needed the money. Mom was sick and the bills back at home were piling up. “I’m so sorry, but I’m going to be a little late. There is no taxi in sight.” I was already standing by the gate of the hospital and my apology was pointless. Aria would still skin me alive. “Then get an Uber!!!” That would be possible if she paid well. But I would not even be able to afford an Uber if I boarded one. “If you agree to pay for it.” I slowly countered but a curse was quick to follow. “Stupid girl, you have five minutes to come here, or you lose your job.” I scoffed inwardly. She would not be able to find a replacement who would accept a cheap salary. The call ended with a beep and I silently began to pray that a taxi would come by soon. I stood for an additional ten minutes before I found a taxi and it took me another 10 minutes to get to work. I rushed towards the bathroom to change into my work clothes. I was 30 minutes late. I wanted to go to the counter through the back but I just sneaked out of the bathroom when I bumped into someone. Aria. Her gaze was hard and she looked so angry. She was already almost turning red. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “How dare you? We happen to have lots of customers today and you decide to be late? Thirty minutes!! I swear, Aspen, I’m cutting your pay.” “Aria, you can’t do that. You know how much I need the money. Please, don’t cut my pay.” “I’m sorry. The doctor said that Mom was sick. Her condition is worsening. I swear, I left the hospital on time and—“ “Can you just stop being the stupid victim!!” she interrupted me in a sharp and angry tone. “Just stop being the stupid victim. It does not fucking suit you.” She hissed. “Do you think earning 100$ monthly will pay her bills?” There was a hint of mockery in her voice. “Your other silly part-time jobs will not even do it!” she added. “You barely make a thousand dollars despite working so hard. It’s high time you stopped being stupid. I already gave you an alternative. James Beaufort—“ “I should get on duty. I don’t want to keep anyone waiting.” I interrupted her and then I turned to walk away. I already knew where she was heading and I did not want to hear it. “Stupid girl!” she cursed after me but I ignored her. For the past month, she had been asking me to sleep with one of her clients at the bar. I would not do that, because I was not going to sleep with a fucking old man who was already pushing his 80s. Just like Aria said, there were lots of customers hovering around. Men and women. Very rich men and women were at our bar and I knew very well that some of them had their eyes on me and those were the ones who stalled to talk to me after ordering a drink. I knew I was pretty and that earned me a lot of tips. I literally had 2k$ by the time my shift ended and I was quick to hide the money under my shoe so Aria wouldn’t see it. By the time I was done, I went back to the bathroom to change so I could go home. It was already 11 at night. Just when I stepped out. I saw Aria standing by the door. “Throw this away on your way out.” She threw a trash bag at me. I stumbled as the trash bag fell to the ground after hitting me. Aria walked away. I picked up the bag and walked to where we disposed of our trash. The environment was dark, quiet, and lonely, so I quickly disposed of the trash and went straight home. I was done with the problems at work, but I knew that I had another waiting at home. I had successfully hidden the money from Aria, another person that I had to hide the money from was my father. A chronic drunk that made my life more difficult. When I arrived home, I saw the gates open and at that moment, two men dressed in black were stepping out of my house. Two tall-looking men. They were very huge and had a hard look on their faces. My father was standing just by the entrance of the door. “Is she the one?” One asked and I frowned. What were they doing in my house at night? “Yes.” My frown deepened at my father’s reply and a feeling of unease swept in when they began to look at me. No, they began to inspect me from head to toe. “Her looks are okay.” “My daughter is the prettiest in this neighborhood.” I heard that a lot. I was beautiful. I would pass for a model and Aria always insulted me for wasting my beauty. According to her, life would have been easy for me if I were smart. I was the kind of woman that men lusted over. “The boss will see her tomorrow. Make sure she is prepared.” My brows furrowed and they just brushed past me and walked away towards a black tinted SUV. “What is—” “Come inside.” My father yanked my wrist, pulling me into the house even before I could finish my statement.Aspen Clear practically bounced into the bedroom, dragging me behind her as if I had no choice in the matter. “Aspen! Come on, we don’t have all day! You need to look amazing for your date tonight,” she said, practically vibrating with excitement.“I—Clear, wait—” I started, but she didn’t give me a chance. She yanked open my wardrobe, rifling through clothes with lightning speed. “We need something elegant but not over-the-top, classy but flirty. Something that says, ‘I’m approachable, but look, I have standards.’”I blinked at her. “Clear… I just—”“No talking. Let me work my magic,” she interrupted, holding up a deep red dress with a flourish. “This one! It’s perfect! Look at this color! Deep, rich, dramatic. Killian won’t know what hit him.”I hesitated, glancing at the dress. It was stunning—soft fabric that would cling just enough without being too tight, a slit that flirted at the right angle—but I felt a nervous flutter in my stomach at the thought of Killian seeing me in it.
Aspen I yelled when he yanked the phone again, my voice sharp enough to make even the walls tremble slightly. “Killian! Seriously? Give me back my phone!” I snapped, snapping my hand toward him, though he was fast—way too fast—and his fingers wrapped around my wrist, stopping me.He didn’t answer me immediately. He just held my phone away, just out of reach, and tilted his head like he was considering me, sizing me up. The silence stretched long enough to make me swallow hard, my anger shifting into frustration.“You know what?” he finally said, his voice low and deliberate. “You love to hang out.”I froze mid-gesture, blinking at him. “Excuse me?”“You like spending time with people,” Killian repeated, letting my words linger like a dare. “You like going out. You like laughing, being around others. You enjoy it, right?”I blinked at him, caught completely off guard. He wasn’t accusing me. He wasn’t scolding me. He was… stating it like a fact. Something dark and possessive in the way
Aspen I was sitting on the edge of the sofa, phone pressed to my ear, and I could feel the corners of my lips tugging up into a smile I couldn’t quite hide. “Yes, Mom is doing better,” I said, trying to sound casual, though Luke’s voice made it impossible not to grin.“That’s good to hear,” he replied, smooth as always. “I’ll be in the city for a few days. Maybe we could grab coffee? Just catch up properly?”Coffee sounded perfect. Nothing serious, nothing romantic. I liked Luke. I liked hanging out with him. He made things easy and light, and after everything with Killian, a little ease was exactly what I needed. “Sure, that sounds nice,” I said, hoping my voice didn’t sound too eager.Then Killian appeared like a storm on my doorstep, fast and sudden. Before I could even process what was happening, he yanked the phone from my hand.“Who’s this?” His voice was low and sharp, the kind that made your stomach tighten involuntarily.“Killian! Give me back my phone!” I snapped, standing
Aspen Clear and I finally went home. The drive had been quiet, filled only with the sound of rain tapping against the car window and the occasional sniffle from me. Clear had not spoken much, lost in her own thoughts, probably replaying the encounter with our mother over and over in her mind. I had tried to speak, to explain a few things, but the words stuck in my throat. My mind was still spinning, still raw from the fear, the panic, and the weight of being unseen.As soon as we arrived, Clear went straight to her room. She dropped her bag beside the bed and collapsed onto the mattress, her body heavy with exhaustion. She did not even glance at me. Her breathing was steady but slow, a clear sign that her mind and body were done for the day. I watched her for a moment, wanting to speak, to say something comforting, but the words faltered again. She was gone in her world now, and I was left behind.I sank into the sitting room, the only quiet place in the house that felt empty enough
AspenFear hit me the moment my mother asked about our father. My chest tightened, and my stomach knotted as if someone had wrapped it in iron. My fingers trembled, clutching my bag as if it could hold me together. Every nerve in my body screamed at me to run, to disappear, to sink into the floor and vanish. I could barely breathe.My lips moved, but no sound came out at first. My mind spun, wild and panicked. The question was simple, but it felt like a trap. I had no words that would satisfy her. No lie that could survive her sharp, piercing gaze.Clear’s eyes searched mine, desperate. “Aspen,” she said quietly. “Where is he?”I tried to steady my trembling hands. My mouth opened and closed as I scrambled for something, anything that could sound true. The panic in my chest pressed harder, making my thoughts whirl uncontrollably.“He… he went to find you,” I said at last, voice shaking. “He… he said he had to bring you back, he was scared for your life, and he wanted to make sure you
ASPEN I walked down the hospital corridor with Clear behind me. The floor was too shiny, the lights too bright, and every sound echoed as if the building itself were holding its breath. I felt smaller with every step. Clear’s presence made it worse, because she belonged here in a way I never had. I had spent three years visiting my mother alone. I knew the rules. I knew how to move, when to speak, how to sit without being noticed. I had learned to erase myself in that room. Now my erasure would be tested against the living proof of the daughter my mother had lost.Clear followed a few steps behind, careful, deliberate. Her hoodie hung loosely over her thin frame. Her hair was short now, framing her face in a way that made her look older, sharper. I could see her hands clench at her sides. She hesitated in small, silent ways that betrayed her nervousness. I wanted to warn her. I wanted to tell her she did not know what she was walking into.The door came into view. Room 417.I paused.







