Her laughed to himself, realizing the fact that he left his guard down, Apart from everything his training had told him. His brain was ignorant to the fact that that fact of the matter was, she was a woman. He wasn't antisemitic, he was raised to respect and protect all women. He had left his...
Wordlessly, Jason got up from the table and opened the silverware drawer. "Wow," he thought, "Real freaking silver. She's got good taste, too."
He sat the forks on the left and the glasses on the right, like he was trained to do as a waiter for the small diner in his hometown. He remembered...
Aaron walked out to the kitchen slowly in a wife-beater and loose pair of shorts. His damp hair dipped in front of his eyes, and he kept trying to move it to the side, so as not to look like one of the inner-city kids that used to terrorize him at school every day. He quietly sat at the counter...
Aaron's tears fell as freely as the droplets from the shower head. The scars on his chest merely reminded him of what he had to go through in order to understand that he couldn't trust anyone. But he wanted to trust her....
Aaron huffed, his mind spent from the cigarettes and booze swimming around in his head like a fish tank. He grunted a thank you and made his way to the guest bedroom. He peeled off his wet jacket and hung it limply on a nearby chair. Undoing his tie, he cracked his neck and opened the window...
Aaron opened the passenger door and crawled in, his dignity now shattered, and his resolved crumbled. He was tired- tired of fighting, tired of drinking, even tired of smoking. He was tired of being an asshole and drinking every night. But he would never tell anyone why he did it- why he was an...
Aaron frowned, his partner walking out the door, and his reputation as an asshole still upheld. He should feel happy; he successfully alienated another partner, and he was able to get a little hammered on the side. However, he didn't feel good about it. And this was what was bothering him...
Aaron shook his head, his brains swimming from the bottles he had consumed, and his cigarettes smoke dried his eyes. He wanted to apologize, to ask to start over and try and be more open about why he was doing what he was doing. But he had a reputation to uphold.
"Fine-" he slid a key onto the...
Aaron's brow furrowed, his favorite drink taken from him by this- this- newcomer. He sighed, his new vow of sobriety thrust upon him like an unwanted child, and he was the orphanage.
"I don't suppose that you're the one wearing the wire, eh?" he looked over at her, his eyes swollen and tired...
"Only a little bit." Aaron extended his hand to his new partner. "Aaron Winters, nice to meet you."
His eyes scanned over her, every inch of her demeanor being analyzed. He never trusted anyone- but then again, he never had worked with a woman before.
"Cig?" he offered, already seeing the...
Aaron sat almost alone at the bar, apart from two other "patrons" that served as the bar's last call. He smirked as the two men leaned on each other on the way out of the bar. Suddenly, his mind stopped mid-thought and he almost stared at the figure walking in. Her hair was up in a tight bun...
The cloudy sky hid the sunrise, but Aaron's watch didn't lie. He knew when the sun rose and set- it was all a part of his training. He rose, stumbled slightly, and looked over towards an empty bottle and overturned glass. He was a little drunk, but he could keep his composure until after his...
"I hate rain..." thought Aaron Winters as his black 1967 Chevy Impala rolled into view of the sleepy lights of the next town. The tattered green sign said "Broadchurch". As his gas tank read empty, he was happy that he could give his car a rest. It was given to him by his father, Jason, back...