Todos los capítulos de Dark Secrets Between Roommates: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 7

Aiden’s POV I stood there against that brick wall outside the subway exit for what felt like forever, just breathing in shaky little bursts and wiping my face on my sleeve like that would erase the last twenty minutes. My jeans were fucked ripped open at the back seam, hanging half off one hip, the kind of tear that screamed “something bad happened” if anyone looked too close. I couldn’t walk into his house like this. Eric would notice. His dad would notice. All their workers would notice. So I did the only thing my panicky brain could come up with: I shrugged off my hoodie thank god it was oversized and tied the sleeves around my waist like some dumb fashion statement from 2005. Pulled it tight. Knotted it twice. The fabric covered the worst of the damage, bunched up enough that from the front I just looked like a sloppy college kid who couldn’t be bothered with belts. From the back? Pray nobody walked behind me. My hands were still shaking when I finally pushed off the wall and

Aiden’s POV The second I finally got my headphones back on and the bass hard enough to rattle my teeth, I thought maybe, just maybe the universe was giving me a five-minute break from being its personal punching bag. Laptop open, I was trying to prepare the materials concerning my scholarship, I was so out of it and confused, I felt as if my life was hanging by a thread and my eyes started feeling blurry because they were still puffy from earlier crying but whatever, at least the music was drowning out the echo of Dr. Harlan’s voice in my head, drowning out the subway hands, drowning out everything. I leaned back in the chair, but I was powering through. One problem at a time. One breath at a time. I could do this. I had to. Then the door exploded inward. Not opened, exploded. Ethan kicked it so hard the knob slammed into the wall and bounced back. He stumbled in laughing, arm locked around this blonde girl who was already half-climbing him like a tree, legs hooked around his wa

Aiden’s POV I bolted back to my room like my ass was on fire, slammed the door so hard the posters on the wall fluttered, then just stood there with my back pressed flat against it, chest heaving, trying to pretend my brain wasn’t actively melting down around me. I saw it. I fucking saw it. But my head was so scrambled from the rest of the day that part of me still wanted to gaslight myself into thinking maybe I imagined the undies, maybe Jovian would never, maybe it was just some random black fabric and my eyes were playing tricks because who has the energy to process one more violation tonight? So I did what any reasonable person does when reality keeps kicking them in the nuts: I shrugged. Hard. Told myself it was probably nothing, told myself Jovian wouldn’t do that, told myself I was too tired and too broken to deal with it right now. I kicked off my shoes with shaky hands, crawled onto my bed fully clothed and pulled the blanket over my head like it could hide me from everythi