All Chapters of A Sign For Aiden: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

CHAPTER 1TODAY IS A GOOD DAY.ELIANContrary to popular belief night time is the worst time to steal. The dumbass who came up with the idea was definitely a burglar. In my line of work that advice means jack shit. The advice I like to go for is; the early worm gets the fattest apple or something like that.When the sun's up people have the illusion that they are safe that the light brings some sort of security. They're wrong. Personally, I like crowded bustling areas where everyone is on their phones; angry about their boss, about their wives, about their messy kids. All of this brings distraction and a single second is all I need for what was theirs to become mine.I lean back against a traffic light patiently waiting for my next victim. a lady in ridiculously high heels limps across the sidewalk. With a single glance I can tell she's using every ounce of willpower she has to not trip and fall. I smile as my eyes narrow in on her dainty gold bracelet or rather my dainty gold bracele

CHAPTER 3AQUARIUMElian"Ok Mara take good care of Martin Alright?" I say, pinching her chubby cheeks. "I'll come visit you guys every weekend with lots of treats."She scrunches up her face, blue eyes regarding me with displeasure, "of course I will, I'm the eldest!" She puffs up her chest a little.Martin rolls his eyes making a face in response. I glance at him with a smile he was getting better at reading lips. It helps of course that Mara talks slower. "Why?" Martin wasn't quick enough though Mara saw him, "you don't think it's true? ask Eli! I'm fifty days older than you.""more like five minutes." I mutter under my breath.Mara glares at me. "What did you say!?" "Nothing lady Mara now can we leave please? Jess and Chris are waiting."Jess and Chris are our neighbours and their kid Josh really took a liking to Martin. Though he's not deaf, he's a very shy and quiet kid. Mara has been teaching him sign language to better communicate with Martin. I think they are all very cute.

Chapter 5Show Me TomorrowElianI don’t know but I feel like I’m taking things too far. I should have just walked away after giving my unsolicited advice. He didn't ask for my help, he probably doesn't even need it. I have no reason to be here. He may be deaf but for fuck sake he isn't Martin! I don’t have to do this. I don’t have to be here.Repeating this over and over in my mind hasn't worked so far. I mean, I just ran a million miles in the middle of the night just so a random guy can breathe? What the fuck does that even mean??? Why can't I just fucking go back? All it would take is a simple apology and I can go back to my heist or the planning of said heist at least.I drag my attention away from my troubled thoughts back to the person causing my troubled thoughts. 'There is nothing here,' Aiden signs looking around in confusion.'There is,' I respond gesturing to the playground.He frowns, cocking his head to the side, 'A playground? I don't understand.''Sometimes when my br

CHAPTER 7SCAREDY CATELIAN"Stand straight when I'm speaking to you!" Janet snaps."Sorry," I promptly correct my posture, "please continue.""Listen clearly I will not repeat myself again!"I nod faking a smile. Fuck, my brain feels like hot wet fudge. I can't think straight, I just want to crawl in bed and sleep for five years. Is that too much to ask?"Swish a cup of vinegar around in the toilet bowl using a toilet brush," she continues, "then add a cup of baking soda, followed by an additional cup of vinegar. Let the fizzing solution sit for 10 minutes. Use a toilet brush to scrub the stains. Let the mixture sit for a few more minutes and then flush-""Janet?" Harry calls, unknowingly saving my life. He appears in the bathroom door dressed in a business suit, a light colored shirt and a business-style tie, just like the first day we met."Good morning Harry." I greet with a smile. He has no idea what he has just done for me and my poor, poor brain. He returns the smile, “Good mor

CHAPTER 9Smile And WaveELIANI gently tap Aiden’s shoulder, his tightly shut eyes pry open, taking in the interior of the bar. I have to say it looks better than I anticipated. A candle lit chandelier, huge barrels to store the beer, lots of polished wood, and soft jazz music. It really sells the vibe of 1800’s bar. I like it, it’s warm and cozy. It makes me want to forget all my troubles at the door and just have drinks with a friend. I suppose that’s what the designer intended.I turn to Aiden with a wide smile, ‘do you like it?’ I really hope he does I can tell we can have a lot of fun here.He nods fervently.Thank God, ‘Okay good, should we sit?’He stares fearfully at the few customers scattered about, who don’t even raise their heads to spare us a glance. His face turns pale as his huge eyes find mine.‘They won’t bite.’ I reassure him, squeezing his shoulder gently, ‘they won’t bite I promise.’He nods in understanding. I take his clammy hands in mine, leading us to a table a