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The Roomie Complex 45 - THE CALL
AIDEN'S POVThe hospital was too quiet.Not the kind of quiet that brought peace—but the kind that coiled around your throat, suffocating you with an unease you couldn't quite place. It had been hours since Cheryl was admitted, but I still hadn't left. I couldn’t. The thought of her waking up alone in this sterile, impersonal room made my stomach turn.I sat beside her bed, arms resting on my knees, watching the slow rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin hospital blanket. Stable. That’s what the doctors said. But I had seen the blood, the way her fingers had trembled when she reached for me, the unfocused glaze in her eyes before she passed out in my arms.Stable didn't fucking cut it.I exhaled sharply and dragged a hand down my face. My head was pounding, exhaustion pressing against the edges of my consciousness, but I refused to close my eyes. The moment I did, I’d see the crash again—the twisted wreck of her car, the glass littering the pavement, the sheer fucking terror tha
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CHERYL'S POVThe first thing I noticed was the smell.That awful antiseptic stench, thick and artificial, clinging to every inch of the hospital room. It filled my nose, stung the back of my throat, and told me exactly where I was before I even opened my eyes.Then came the pain.A dull, persistent throb in my skull, like something was wedged behind my right eye, pulsing in slow, miserable beats. My throat felt dry—raw, even—as if I had swallowed a handful of broken glass. My limbs were heavy, my body ached, and the crisp hospital sheets tucked around me felt suffocating.The accident.The memory crashed into me all at once. The party. The argument. The way I had stormed out, my heart still racing from Aiden’s kiss, my mind an absolute fucking mess. Then the road, the headlights—Anika’s voice—Aiden’s arms around me as I faded in and out, his voice breaking through the chaos, telling me to hold on.I sucked in a sharp breath and forced my eyes open.The hospital room was empty.A stran
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AIDEN'S POVThe world stopped.I must have misheard her.I blinked at the nurse, waiting for her to correct herself, waiting for her to say something—anything—that made sense. But she didn’t."Your mother—she’s… she’s dead."No.The hospital room suddenly felt too small, too suffocating. The beeping monitors, the low hum of voices from the hallway, the sterile scent of antiseptic all faded into static. My pulse thundered in my ears, drowning everything out."Dead?"The word barely left my lips. It didn’t sound like me, like my voice. It sounded like someone else—someone far away, someone detached from the moment, because this couldn’t be happening.The nurse nodded hesitantly, gripping the clipboard in her hands like she needed it to steady herself. "I… I’m so sorry, Mr. Scott. It happened just now. It was sudden—"I didn’t hear the rest.I barely felt the chair screeching backward as I pushed to my feet, my legs moving on pure instinct."Aiden—" Cheryl’s voice barely registered, but I
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Cheryl's POVA week had passed since I was discharged from the hospital. The bruises had faded, the headaches had dulled, and the stitches had been removed. A small bandage still clung to my forehead, but it didn’t matter. Physically, I was fine.Emotionally? That was a whole different story.I was staying at Aunt Marge’s house for now, a temporary arrangement while I figured out what was next. The past few days had been a whirlwind of job applications, house hunting, and scrolling through online listings for apartments I wasn’t even sure I could afford. It was exhausting, but none of it occupied my mind as much as him.Aiden Scott.I hadn’t heard from him since the night he stormed out of my hospital room. The funeral had taken place while I was still in recovery, and since then—nothing. No calls. No texts. No sign that he even remembered I existed.I’d picked up my phone at least a dozen times, hovering over his name in my contact list. I wanted to check in, to see if he was okay, b
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CHERYL'S POVHis hot breath fanned my face, spreading goosebumps around my body. His face was close to mine, so close that our lips were barely touching."Do you still want me to teach you how to be a bad girl" his voice was a drunken slur, but soft with a little grunt and sounding like honey to my ears.I swallowed, barely unable to muster words. I knew I should leave, I should have just made sure he got home safely and then drove back to Aunt Marge's house and wallowed in self pity for the rest of the night, but God I missed him so much and every inch of my body craved him in ways beyond human comprehension."Tiny - " he grunted, his lips found my neck and I let out a slight whimper. I knew he only wanted this because he was drunk and hurting, I knew there was a slight possibility that I would regret it in the morning, there was also a slight chance that this is the closest we were going to get and he was going to break my heart into a tiny million pieces and of course without meanin
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CHERYL'S POVCheryl wasn’t sure why she invited Pearl shopping with her. They weren’t particularly close. In fact, before all of this, Pearl had been little more than a friendly acquaintance—one of the few people in town who didn’t make her feel completely out of place. But for some reason, when she was debating who to call up, Pearl’s name had come to mind.Maybe it was because Pearl knew things. Maybe it was because Cheryl needed information.She didn’t ask about Aiden right away. That would be too obvious. Instead, she wandered the clothing racks with a lazy sort of interest, picking up a sundress here, a pair of sandals there, pretending to be lost in thought.Pearl caught on quickly.“Okay,” she said, turning to Cheryl with an amused look. “You keep sneaking glances at me like you wanna ask something but are too scared to say it. Spit it out.”Cheryl hesitated, feigning interest in a rack of crop tops before finally sighing. “It’s nothing.”Pearl scoffed. “Bullshit.”Cheryl wince
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Aiden’s POV – The Night He Stood Cheryl UpThe plan was simple. Meet Cheryl. Tell her the truth. Be with her.I had imagined it already—the way her face would light up when she saw the picnic I had set up. The way the ocean breeze would tangle in her hair, the way I’d sit next to her, close enough to reach out and touch her hand. Just me, her, and the waves.And then, just as I was getting ready, Anika called.I almost didn’t pick up. Almost. But something in her voice made me pause. A tremble. A sharp breath. I had known her long enough to recognize when something was wrong."Aiden, can you come over?""Anika, I can’t right now—""Please. Just for a second."It was stupid. I should have said no. I should have ignored the call and gone straight to Cheryl like I was supposed to. But a part of me thought, if I just check on her real quick, then I can leave. No harm done.I told myself I was going to be in and out.At Anika’s PlaceI barely stepped through the doorway before I told her,
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CHERYL'S POVI refused to cry.I refused to be the kind of girl who sat in her room, sobbing over a guy who couldn’t even bother to text her back. Well, I used to be that girl when I was married to Marty but not anymore or so I thought. But no matter how many times I swallowed hard, clenched my fists, or blinked up at the ceiling, the tears still fell. Hot. Unwanted. Furious.I wiped them away aggressively, my throat burning. Why did I still care?It had been hours since I left the beach, since I stood there alone under the fading sunlight like a complete idiot, waiting for Aiden. Waiting for nothing.And now, all I could see in my head was the exact reason why—Aiden walking out of Anika’s house.Betrayal sliced through me.The sound of my phone buzzing snapped me out of my thoughts. I almost ignored it, but then I saw the message.Pearl: Hey babe, town's masquerade party is tonight. You in?I hesitated.I wasn’t in the mood to party. Not when my heart felt like it had been ripped apa
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The Roomie Complex 71 - THE INVITE
CHERYLFor a moment, I couldn’t tell if the thudding in my chest was from the alcohol or the words he’d just said.“Because I don’t plan on holding back.”Oliver sat there so calmly, like he hadn’t just dropped a live grenade between us. His face gave away nothing—no nervous twitch of the lips, no uncertain glint in his eyes. Just that same cool, casual mystery that had always surrounded him, even back when he was just the quiet kid in science class with ink-stained fingers and oversized glasses.But he wasn’t that boy anymore.He was something else now. A little rough around the edges. Confident. Measured. Attractive in a quiet, dangerous kind of way that made your mind wander where it shouldn’t.My fingers tightened around the base of my wine glass. “Oliver…” I started, then stopped. I didn’t even know where I was going with that. I wasn’t prepared for this—him—to come storming into my life with this kind of certainty. Not when everything else felt so undefined. Especially Aiden.Es
The Roomie Complex 70 - NOT HOLDING BACK
CHERYLI hadn’t laughed like that in a while.Not the polite kind of laughter, This was different. It was real. The kind that made my cheeks warm and brought tears to my eyes. The kind I used to have back when life was simpler and happiness didn’t feel like some expensive thing you had to earn with heartbreak.Oliver Barker.I couldn’t believe I’d run into him—here of all places, looking like he had just stepped out of some casual fashion catalog: dark jeans, a grey henley that clung to his arms in a way that hinted he’d been doing more than reading books lately, and that same untamed hair, a little longer now, brushing his forehead like it had a mind of its own. There was still something reserved about him—like he existed a beat away from the world—but that was part of the charm.I remembered him instantly.Back in high school, he was the quiet one in science class who always got the formulas right, the typ who wrote the answers with a bored flick of his wrist while everyone else scr
The Roomie Complex 69 - OLIVER BARKER
CHERYL“Oliver,” I repeated, like tasting a name I hadn’t spoken in years. “Is it really you?”His smile deepened, soft and unreadable, like he was trying to decide if I was real too. He looked the same, and yet completely different. The boy I remembered had worn oversized glasses and carried too many books for one person. Now, he stood tall and self-assured, the years having carved definition into his jaw and stillness into his presence. There was something easy in the way he looked at me, casual—but veiled. Like he knew more than he let on.“I didn’t think I’d ever run into you here,” he said, stepping closer beneath the café’s warm glow. “It’s been… what? how many years?”I laughed softly. “More or less. You look good.”He glanced down at himself with mock curiosity. “I clean up better without the braces and the broken voice, huh?”“Definitely an upgrade,” I teased, a grin tugging at my lips before I could stop it.His eyes twinkled. “You haven’t changed much, Cheryl - you still lo
The Roomie Complex 68 - OLIVER?
CHERYLMy heart slammed against my ribs so loudly I could hear it—like it was trying to speak before I could.Aiden’s voice still rang in my ears, soft but firm. “Come with me. I'll explain everything, I'll tell you everything.”And then Damon’s—darker, lower. “Don’t move.”I stood between them like the axis of some cruel universe, their opposing gravities tugging at my ribs. The silence that fell wasn’t peaceful. It was the kind that howled beneath your skin. The kind you find just before a car crashes or a gun fires.My feet didn’t move. But everything inside me did.Aiden was looking at me like I was salvation, or maybe a last chance. And Damon? Damon’s face was unreadable—except for his eyes. His eyes were sharp and cold, yet… pleading.That was the worst part. Damon never pleaded.My gaze dropped to his chest, to the white bandage stark against his olive skin, to the dried blood that clung stubbornly to the edge of his open shirt.I did that. I shot him.He should hate me. But in
The Roomie Complex 67 - TORN
AIDENI should’ve known the address Damon sent wasn’t neutral ground. I mean I did recognise the address but I didn't think she'd be there too.The moment I stepped into the sleek, modern living room, the temperature dropped ten degrees. Not because of the air-conditioning, but because of her—Cheryl, sitting on one of those black leather chairs like she belonged there, and Damon, standing behind her with that arrogant smirk and a half-drunk glass of whiskey in his hand.The sight stopped me mid-step.I hadn’t prepared for this—hadn’t prepared to see her again in his space. The last time I’d seen her, she was shaking, holding a gun, her hands stained with fear and guilt. And now? Now she looked too calm, too collected, like she hadn’t just watched me disappear into the shadows of chaos.But what got me the most… was that she didn’t look surprised, maybe she did, I wasn't particularly looking at her. I was staring daggers into Damon's eyes“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I said,
The Roomie Complex 66 - LION'S DEN
CHERYL'S POVThe sky hung heavy and gray above me as I drove, casting the entire town in a muted haze. It was the kind of weather that whispered secrets and warned of storms—fitting for the place I was heading. Damon’s house. Or, more accurately, the house Damon bought for me. My grip on the steering wheel tightened as I turned onto the long, winding driveway. The structure loomed into view like a forgotten secret—modern, cold, and elegant. It hadn’t changed. White concrete walls, dark paneling, glass edges that reflected the world but let no one in. It was still as breathtaking and lonely as the man who owned it.I parked and stepped out slowly, gravel crunching underfoot. The keypad beside the tall black door blinked awake as I approached. I didn’t hesitate—my fingers moved by memory, punching in the code he had set using my birthday. There was a soft click, and then the door opened with a sigh, as if the house had been holding its breath all this time.Silence met me inside.Thick
The Roomie Complex 65 - SICK IDEA
Cheryl’s POVI stared at the phone on my dresser for longer than I should have, the contact name glowing like it knew too much — like it was mocking me.Damon.I didn't even know what I wanted to say. What did you say to a man you shot? To a man you might've killed — who might still be bleeding out in some forgotten room?Still, my fingers moved on their own, like muscle memory. I tapped the call button before I could talk myself out of it. I held my breath as the dial tone started.Once.Twice.Three times.He’s not going to pick up, I told myself. Maybe that was a good thing. Maybe—Click.His voice, low and gruff, filled my ears like smoke curling under a door."What a pleasant surprise," he said.I froze. My throat clenched, mouth suddenly dry."...You're okay," I managed. My voice sounded far away, like someone else had spoken for me."For the most part," he said, and I could almost hear the smirk beneath his words. "But my heart is still broken. Wasn’t expecting the woman I’m in
The Roomie Complex 64 - RIFT
Cheryl’s POVThe morning light streamed through the pale curtains, brushing my room in gold, but it only made the pounding guilt in my head stronger.I sat up slowly, rubbing my arms, feeling the faint bruises of last night's chaos beneath my skin. It was almost absurd how normal everything looked. The smell of bacon frying downstairs, the creak of the old wood floors in my aunt’s house, the chirping of birds outside.But inside me?Nothing felt normal.Every time I closed my eyes, the gunshot echoed in my brain — loud, sharp, deadly. My fingers twitched at the memory, and I recoiled, wrapping my arms around my knees like they could somehow hold me together.I had shot someone.Not just anyone. Damon.I hadn't meant to — God, I hadn't meant to. It was instinct, pure reflex. I had seen the gun pressed to Aiden’s head and I hadn’t thought — I had acted.Like some wild animal, desperate to protect.But the more I thought about it… the more I realized the sinking truth:I wasn’t sure I ha
The Roomie Complex 63 - THE CONFESSION
Cheryl’s POVThe moment I felt his arms wrap around me, I thought everything would be okay. For a single, fleeting second, the chaos quieted. But then I looked down. My eyes found Damon’s body lying limp on the cold, cracked earth, blood blooming beneath him like ink spilled from a broken pen.That’s when it hit me.I had shot someone.I had taken a life. Maybe not completely yet, but I could see the way his chest rose in stuttered breaths, each one weaker than the last. His blood... his blood was on me.I stepped out of Aiden’s embrace like I was in a daze, my body numb, the gun suddenly burning hot in my hands. I dropped it. It clattered to the ground like it had fulfilled its purpose.“We need to call someone,” I breathed. “911. We have to call for help.”Aiden’s voice was firm but low. “We need to get the hell out of here, Cheryl. Now. Before Alejandro realizes what’s happening.”“No!” I snapped, shaking my head. My voice cracked. “No, we can’t just leave him like that. I shot him
