All Chapters of The Roomie Complex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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

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

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

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

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