"Oh no! Aiden what happened to you, are you hurt?" I am immediately by his side as he got in. I was still by the living room when he staggered in. he was clearly drunk, his breath smelt like the strong spirit he was taking.

This felt odd for me, I have never seen Aiden drunk a day in the last tree or so months I have been with him. What drove him to this point? Was it that phone call he received?

I look back at him murmuring something about it not being his blood. In his drunken ...