Aiden's POV
She lied
She betrayed me
She hurt me
Damn it Aiden you sure now how to pick'em
How could she? She said she was trying to protect me the same words that came out of my fathers mouth that night
Flash back
I was driving 50 over the speed limit, I don't even know what to do? to say?
She lied, our whole relationship built on a lie, built on her pitting me
"Damn it!" I said hitting the steering wheel
The tears were still pouring out of my eyes, they just wouldn't stop
I was planing on what to say to my father as I pulled up to the business house
I kill the engine and slam my door closed, walking up to the tall door and pushing it open
"Mr Taylor?, Your father is busy-" "I don't care its urgent" I said
Mrs Andrews looked at me weary "Mr Taylor, I'm sorry-" I sighed and walked to wards his door
"Mr Taylor!" she yelled but I closed the door on her
I walked in and found him turned to face the wall "No I told you already, theres no deal" he said handing up the phone
He sighed and turned his chair to see me
He had a confused look on his face "Aiden? what are you-" "why didn't you tell me?" I asked the anger in my voice could be herd from fucking China
He scoffed "tell you what?" he asked calmly
Which made me even more angrier
"The fact the you lied to me, telling me she was killed from cancer, when really she was killed in the local church where Mrs Thompson was killed that night of the fire" I said the tears falling rapidly
He was like a deer caught in head lights, but he covered it up "What on earth are you talking about?" he asked now standing
He walked over and poured a glass of whiskey
Un-fucking-believable
Anger took over and just as he was about to take a drink I walked over and smacked the glass out of his hands, sending it flying to the ground and shattering
He looked down at the glass then to me
He sighed "Aiden, your mother died from canc-"
"BULLSHIT!" I yelled
"How could you?" I asked pulling at the ends of my hair "How could you lie to your 10 year old son, you know how close Madre {mother} and I were, so why?, why would you lie to me?" I asked a tear rolling down my face, I wiped it away with force
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