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The Roomie Complex 40 - AFTERMATH OF A FIST FIGHT
Aiden’s POV –Damon groaned on the ground, holding his face where I’d just landed my last punch. Blood trickled from his split lip, a red stain against his otherwise perfect, well-groomed exterior.I should have felt satisfied. I should have walked away knowing I’d put him in his place. But all I could see—all I could think about—was Cheryl.She stood a few feet away, stunned, breathless, trembling. The dim lights from the house behind her cast a soft glow on her face, making her look almost ethereal—except for the panic in her wide eyes. Her white sweater was slightly disheveled from struggling against Damon. The sight made my blood burn all over again.I turned to her immediately. “Are you okay?”Her lips parted, like she wanted to say something, but no words came. She just nodded. A weak, unsure nod.I didn’t believe it.I couldn’t believe it—not after the way Damon had grabbed her.I wanted to hit him again. Wanted to break every bone in his fucking body for putting his hands on h
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26The Roomie Complex 41 - DAMON'S PART
Damon’s POV I paced along the edge of the backyard, my blood still boiling with rage.Cheryl.Aiden.Together.The image of them kissing on the balcony played over and over in my head like a sick fucking joke.In my house.At my party.With the guy she swore meant nothing.I shouldn’t be surprised.I saw it. I saw the way she looked at him when she thought no one was watching. I saw the way her body reacted to him.I saw it all.And I ignored it.Because I thought… I thought if I just gave her more, did more, loved her more—that she’d eventually love me back.But she never did.I clenched my fists, my knuckles aching from the punches I had thrown at Aiden. Not enough. I should’ve hit him harder. I should’ve made him bleed for taking her away from me.The sound of footsteps made me turn sharply.Cheryl.She stood there, her arms wrapped around herself, her face pale in the dim glow of the garden lights.“I’m sorry,” she said, her voice soft.I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. “You’re so
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-01The Roomie Complex 42 - ANOTHER ACCIDENT
Chapter – Cheryl’s POVThe night air was thick with the scent of spilled liquor and expensive cologne. Laughter and muffled conversations buzzed inside the house I was walking away from, but the sound felt distant, like it belonged to another world—one I no longer fit into.My heels clicked against the pavement as I reached my car, my breath uneven, my hands trembling as I fumbled with the keys.I had to leave.Not just the party. This house. This life. Everything.I thought I could handle it, that I was stronger now, that high school was nothing more than a bitter memory I’d long buried. But standing there between Aiden and Damon, my past had clawed its way back, dragging me under.It wasn’t just about Damon’s betrayal or Aiden’s confession. It was about who I had been, who they had made me feel like I was.The girl who was mocked.The girl who was humiliated.The girl who never fit in.And now?I was standing in the middle of a twisted fairytale where the prince and the villain kept
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-02The Roomie Complex 43 - 911
Aiden’s POVThe second I heard Cheryl’s sharp gasp through the phone, my entire body locked up.Then came the sickening sound of metal screeching, glass shattering, and tires skidding against pavement.A crash.A full-blown car crash.“Cheryl?” My voice came out sharp, urgent. “Cheryl, what the fuck just happened?”Silence.A deep, ringing silence that made my stomach drop.I pressed the phone tighter against my ear, straining to hear anything—her breathing, her voice, anything—but all I could pick up was the distant click click click of a cooling engine.No. No, no, NO.“Cheryl!” I barked, my heart hammering.Then—finally—a faint, ragged breath.“...Aiden.”It was barely a whisper, weak and strained, but it was there.I exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. “I’m here, sweetheart. I’m right here. Are you hurt? Can you move?”Another pause. A slight rustling sound. Then—a pained whimper.Shit.“I—” Her voice hitched. “I don’t know. It hurts.”My pulse spiked. “Where are you?”“I
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-06The Roomie Complex 44 - DAMON THE HITMAN
DAMON'S POVThe night tasted like whiskey and regret.I could still feel the sting of Aiden’s punches, the sharp, searing pain of my busted lip, but none of it compared to the rage simmering beneath my skin. I was drunk, pissed off, and dangerously close to losing my grip on reality.Aiden and Cheryl.The image burned in my mind—her lips on his, his hands gripping her waist, pulling her in like she belonged to him.I let out a bitter laugh as I stumbled out of my car, nearly slipping on the gravel of my driveway. The motion sensor lights flickered on, casting long shadows against the pavement. My own shadow stretched before me—twisted, distorted, fractured.Much like myself.I reached into my pocket, fingers brushing against my house key. The small object suddenly felt impossibly distant, as if my drunken brain couldn’t quite remember how to make it work.I fumbled. Dropped it."Shit," I muttered, bending down with an unsteady hand.That was when I felt it.That presence.Like a cold
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-07The 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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-09The Roomie Complex 46 - BAD NEWS
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17The Roomie Complex 47 - JUST THE BEGINNING
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-03-17
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The Roomie Complex 58 - THE KIDNAP
AIDEN'S POVI’d texted her earlier asking if she wanted to meet for lunch. But this wasn’t going to be just lunch — I was planning a date. A real one. The kind where I’d lay it all out: the truth, my past, my feelings. I was going to tell her everything. Then I was going to tell her I loved her and I wasn't that person anymore.So I dressed like it mattered. A dark navy suit, tailored. The tie she once complimented. I bought a bouquet of red roses — ones that matched the silvery-red dress I’d sent over earlier. It had taken me a solid hour to choose that dress, something that clung just right and shimmered when she moved.The restaurant was tucked into the edge of the waterfront, the kind of place that wore its elegance like an old song — soft jazz playing in the background, golden lighting that kissed the walls, waiters in pressed shirts moving with quiet grace, and tables set with flickering candles and polished silver.I arrived early. Sat by the window with the view of the river g
The Roomie Complex 57 - DANCE WITH THE DEVIL
CHERYL'S POVI didn’t go home yet after I left Aiden at the party. I couldn't wrap her head around the bombshell Aiden had just dropped on me, and more so I couldn't believe Anika had been using it to have him wrapped around her slimy fingers.I walked straight into the storm.Anika’s place looked exactly how I imagined a villain’s lair would look—sharp angles, moody lighting, the scent of overconfidence and money woven into every inch. I didn’t knock. I walked in like I had every right to be there, because I did. Not with a plan. Not with a strategy. Just the weight of the truth and a fury too heavy to carry alone.She was sitting by the window holding a glass of red wine in her hand, dressed in casual baby tee and sweatpants, her blonde hair tied up in a messy ponytails, tendrils of her framing her face that now had a scowl the moment she saw me and then slowly it morphed to a smirk.“Cheryl,” she said without looking at me, like she’d been expecting this moment all her life. “To wh
The Roomie Complex 56 - YES YOU CAN
Cheryl's POV“She has something on me.”The words fell from his lips like stones into water, heavy and irreversible.For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I just stared at him, feeling the ground beneath my feet shift. My heart was thundering in my chest, but my limbs were frozen, stiff with disbelief.She has something on me.That sentence echoed over and over again in my head, and with every repetition, it burned hotter—an inferno roaring in my chest, trying to claw its way out of me. My fingers loosened their grip around his wrist, not because I wanted to let go… but because I had to. Because if I held on a second longer, I might have shattered right in front of him.“What does she have on you?” My voice cracked around the edges, but I couldn’t keep the question down. It came out too fast, too desperate. “What kind of thing could she possibly have on you?”He looked away, his jaw tense. His silence twisted the knife deeper into my ribs.Then, finally, he spoke.“Something that happened
The Roomie Complex 55 - SECRETS
Aiden's POVI saw her before she saw me.She’d gone back to the party, to the flashing lights and the pulsing bass. I stayed behind, pacing like a caged animal, fury choking me with every breath I took.I’d let her walk away.Again.And that stranger—the one in the black mask—he was still there. Lingering. Like a goddamn shadow.The second I stepped back into the crowd, I saw her. Dancing.With him.Her body pressed flush against his, the white feathers of her mask catching the lights like she was some kind of fallen angel gone rogue. She moved like the music was part of her bloodstream—wild, reckless, untouchable. His hands were everywhere—her waist, her back, sliding too low. And she wasn’t just letting him.She was enjoying it. She was feeding off of it.And then she looked at me.That’s what fucking did it.She saw me standing there, eyes locked with mine.She knew I was watching.And she smirked.I felt it like a punch to the chest. That look—it was deliberate. A fire lit in her
The Roomie Complex 54 - TIME BOMB
I could still feel the weight of his touch lingering on my skin as I walked away from Aiden, but I didn’t let it stop me. Every step was harder than the last, but I pushed through, my heart pounding not just from the sudden rush of emotions, but from the fury that surged within me. Aiden wasn’t the only one who could make choices tonight.I needed to forget, and the quickest way to do that was to drown in the chaos of the party. The music called to me, a steady thrum that could wipe away anything. I didn’t even look back when I entered the mass of bodies. I needed something else to numb the ache. A distraction.I found him again.The stranger in the black mask, still standing there, leaning against the bar like he belonged to the night itself. His black shirt and trousers fit the atmosphere perfectly—dark, alluring, and just out of reach. When our gazes collided, I felt a pulse of recognition, that same magnetic pull that had led me to his side earlier. I was drunk, lost, and I hated
The Roomie Complex 53 - THREE WORDS, EIGHT LETTERS
CHERYL'S POVThe night wrapped around me like a silk veil, thick with the scent of summer air, sweat, and liquor. The masquerade carnival pulsed with energy—bodies moving in sync to the bass-heavy music, laughter and chatter blending into the electric atmosphere. Everywhere, there were flashes of color, glimmering masks, and people indulging in the thrill of anonymity. Tonight, nobody was anybody.I downed the last of my drink, my pulse buzzing as I let the alcohol seep into my bloodstream. One more. I needed another. Anything to drown the thoughts clawing at the edges of my mind—Aiden, Anika, my own stupidity. My dress fluttered as I spun into the crowd, letting myself get swept away by the music.I moved with reckless abandon, my body swaying in time with the beat, hands tangled in the humid air, the golden glow of the fairy lights painting my skin. If I let go hard enough, if I danced wild enough, maybe the weight in my chest would disappear. Maybe I could forget the hollow ache of
The Roomie Complex 52 - CARNIVAL
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
The Roomie Complex 51 - I'LL MAKE IT UP TO YOU
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,
The Roomie Complex 50 - STOOD UP
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
