Stepping into my house a loud cracking noise rang, spreading out the dust filled and drunk laced atmosphere.

For a moment I thought it was my fathers gun, which he often used for a variety of reasons.

Then a spiral of red stinging erupted from the side of my cheek and it dawned on me that my mother was standing, proud and mighty in front of me with her hand on the other side of her.

My mouth worked faster then my brain could comprehend. "Oh it's you."

"Don't talk to me like that Aikorama." I could almost feel the disappointment mixed with disgust dripping out of her words.

"I kindly submit a polite request to you, refraining from using my full name in a sentence my parental unit."

"Why aren't you up studying?"

"Because I finished my homework. Two days ago."

She snorted clearly in stubborn disbelief. "Your report card came in."

My body turned in on itself, becoming a sinkhole as an empty feeling crossed me at the possible results of my grades.

Trembling, my limbs began to work. My legs silently slid past the carpet, avoiding all the broke bottles, shattered glass and papers.

My arms reached at the dark yellow envelope sitting patiently at the table.

Okay, A+, A+, A+, A+, A+, A+, A+, and A+.

OH thank god.

A warm feeling of relief comforted me and turning around excitedly I almost saw a small glimpse of love in my mothers eyes before she turned away from me and walked away without a word.

In a failed attempt of concealment a sigh fell out as I fell back into the same routine of life. It was as if the kidnapping and possible human trafficking had never happened. I mean what did I expect?

I lived in a very rundown neighborhood that while homed adorable and loving homes was a safe haven to gangs and mafia members.

Forget the police I'd have to investigate and research it on my own.

As I headed upstairs to my room I clutched the piece of paper tightly until I was sure I reached my room.

As soon as I opened the doorknob and swung the door open I nearly shot out such a loud scream my elementary school chorus teacher would've been proud.

For once, my mouth refused to open up or even attempt at words.

A familiar dry sore feeling of confusion rose in my throat making it impossible to breath.

There was no way.

I had to be dreaming.

But as I kept staring, the familiar smirk, the careless stance, and those eyes-

It was him.

"What are u-what are you-what are you- uh- doing here-." I tried clearing my thoughts, being smooth with my words, settling my heart down as fast as I could.

Everything was happening so fast-

He raised a trimmed eyebrow at me. "Had no idea you were so eloquent with the American language."

"O-Oh shut up-" I hadn't even finished my sentence when his body shot out, so fast it passed in a blink, trapping me in his arms against the door.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?"

Whatever lungs that were working alright a couple minutes ago vanished and I was in a complete state of shock. My body froze and I watched him with petrified eyes.

"I-Um-No?"

"Talk louder Aikorama." His mouth twisted into a mocking smirk at my full name.

Burning anger replaced my withering courage and I straightened myself up as tall as I could. "Don't you ever dare call me by my full name. You have no right."

He pushed his body back effortlessly and raised an eyebrow at me, his lopsided smile making it hard to not punch him. "Why are you so against using your full name? It's pretty. Could make the boys go wild."

Pretty.

My name?

Is my name me? Did he mean I was pretty?

I stared at him, my eyes wandering over his rugged yet clean and playboy like appearance. Then I finally found my voice and quietly spoke"I realize now, that though your face is pretty your personality and morals are gone."

I walked to him, emotions blazing inside of me as I finally stopped to whisper at him.

"I mean, I don't know what I expected. Of course someone who only knows how to use his daddy's wallet and delicate face would be in the VIP section of a club. Because clearly that's your whole life."

This new found confidence persuaded another sweet smile out of me before I began walking away
knowing full well I probably just signed my death warrant.

Then just as sudden as I gotten to the door and my hand had wrapped around the knob, his long delicate fingers that could make the girls go wild tightened across my wrist and pulling me across the room.

My breath was cut off short as my organs stopped working and my own hair was whipped across my face. The wind that was pulled out of me mingled with the dust into blinding and choking me as I fell back through the open window none too gracefully.

Strangely my body seemed to be comforted by some prescence and even thought my arms were wrapped around my body I felt more at ease with this familiar figure.

Mustering every last ounce of courage I had in my body I opened my eyes and with a cold splash of reality realized I was once again in the arms of Aiden and that he had just pushed both of us off my three story house.

Noticing I had foolishly opened my eyes he tossed his hair back then leaned down and huskily whispered back, "You don't think I have morals? Okay well then Miss Know it All why don't I show you and then you can decide that again?"

Swallowing my heart I weakly muttered in response, "You're giving me a choice?"

He threw his head back and laughed, a unrestrained giggle that my heart start some vivid jumping jacks.

I watched the way his hair glinted in the light and his uneven but definite teeth shone in the darkness.

Then he eventually stopped and replied with his careless attitude, "You can consider it your last ever choice now that you're with me."

Honestly what else did I expect.

I crossed my arms in defiance. "What if I get too heavy."

Without even looking back at me he shot back "You won't. Trust me."

Oh what the heck.

I blew out a breath filled with fury, eagerness, and a jittery nervousness then rested my head against his chest very hesitantly. "Okay if you say so. Just don't hurt me alright?"

There was no response.

I waited for a bit enjoying the silence and the feeling of comfort.

Alright Aiden, let's see what exactly are your morals and if I approve of them.