Chapter Thirty-One - Run, Baby, Run (But Then Come Back)
Aidan was at the foot of the stairs in a heartbeat. Crazy scenarios, like his mother attempting to kill Heathcliff by strangling him with a kitchen towel, were going through his mind. His mom, however, didn't seem quite so bent on homicidal tendencies as the day before, but in sort of a shock, the number one reason why she was asking for her husband to come already and provide the necessary support.
Without wasting a moment to wait and see how that would unfold, once his mom would shake off the initial shock, and his dad would come downstairs, too, Aidan ran to the door, most probably breaking some world record for ground speed but hopefully, not an ankle, too.
He didn't even look at Heathcliff, rushing by his mom, and just grabbing his unexpected visitor by one hand and pulling him into the race.
"Aidan!" his mom yelled after him.
Oh, great, the shock was wearing off.
"Run," he said to Heathcliff and broke into a sprint.
"What? Why?" Heathcliff asked, but sped off to keep up with him.
"No time to explain! Just run!"
Aidan linked his hand tightly around Heathcliff's and ran into the street, only to stop one inch from crashing into his neighbor, Mrs. Fitz.
"Hi, Mrs. Fitz," he shouted. "Bye, Mrs. Fitz!" he added, as he maneuvered himself and Heathcliff around the neighbor's walking frame.
"Bye, Aidan!" the octogenarian called after him. "Is that your boyfriend?"
"Not now, Mrs. Fitz!" he yelled over one shoulder. "I'll tell you everything!"
"I'll just ask your mother," Mrs. Fitz's words faded in the morning air as they continued to run.
The neighborhood seemed to be particularly animated at that hour, so Aidan continued to yell greetings and dodge questions as he pulled Heathcliff after him until they finally left the houses behind and ended up by the edge of a large pond, crashing on a bench, his usual favorite spot as a teenager.
They were both barely breathing, mostly him, actually, since Heathcliff didn't appear that affected.
"Why on earth are we running?" Heathcliff asked, still obviously startled over Aidan's sudden decision to trek the town like for a marathon.
Aidan waved and coughed, trying to regain his breathing. Heathcliff's warm hand rested against his shoulder blades. "Take it slowly. Just in and out, and don't try to talk for a while."
He nodded and focused on his breathing. "Ah, damn!" he finally managed. "Why are you here? My mom must be sharpening her knives right now, and dad ... Well, I guess he's the more reasonable one, but don't count on it that much."
"Sharpening her knives?" Heathcliff asked, now clearly alarmed. "Aidan, what exactly did you tell them about me?"
Aidan turned toward Heathcliff. "Do you really have to ask? You're some corporate lackey, and I didn't even know it!"
"Corporate what? Hey, hey, let's dial back a little," Heathcliff said, frowning a bit, but without removing his hand from Aidan's back.
The touch was comforting, and it shouldn't have been. Aidan wanted to grind his teeth in frustration over that, but couldn't. "I served you the opportunity to finish them off on a silver platter, and what did you do?"
"I chose to save you," Heathcliff said matter-of-factly.
"Sure. I'm helpless, am I not?" Aidan said through his teeth.
"They wanted to accuse you of theft. Seriously, what were you thinking when you stole that folder?"
"Do you really have to ask? I was trying to save your reputation! It was frigging sinking!"
To his surprise, Heathcliff started laughing.
"Why the hell are you laughing? I'm pissed at you! Like royally pissed!" Aidan protested.
"You're cute when you're angry," Heathcliff replied. "And you were awesome, doing that for me. Thank you for saving my reputation."
"I didn't save anything," Aidan bristled, trying to ignore the warm fuzzy feeling in his chest upon hearing Heathcliff's praise. "You just went and struck a deal with them."
"Trust me, Aidan," Heathcliff moved closer, "I had to swallow my pride and principles to do that. But you know what? It was all worth it because there was something more important in balance. It would have been tough to foil their attempts to drag you down, no matter how right you were."
"But," Aidan felt the need to protest, "the truth was worth it!"
Heathcliff sighed and took Aidan by the shoulders to pull him close. "What you did was remarkable. And a bit insane if I may add."
"Great. And now I'm in for a lecture," Aidan said with a roll of his eyes.
"No. No lecture," Heathcliff promised. "Just hear me out. Yes, it was a bit insane, but also pretty heroic and knowing that you did it for me just topped everything. I won't contradict you. Truth is important. But luckily, there was no one hurt. Had that been the case, they wouldn't have gotten away so quickly. So I went there, decided to scare them good, and also to protect you. They had footage of you from the security cameras," he explained.
"Shit," Aidan said. "I should have known about that. Maybe disable those first, but there was no time."
Heathcliff chuckled. "Easy there, Tom Cruise."
"You're making fun of me." Aidan crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.
"Maybe a little. Forgive me; you're just so easy to tease that I can't help it. Now it's my turn to ask. Why did you run away from me like that?"
Aidan could feel himself blushing to the tip of his ears. "Because," he said defiantly.
"There should be a phrase or a statement of some sort after that word," Heathcliff said with a small laugh.
"I don't want to be the one who's always cared for," Aidan said quietly.
Heathcliff leaned in to hear him. "Is this about your parents? That all helicopter parenting thing?"
"You don't know them," Aidan said with a deep sigh. "If it were for them, right now I would play dungeon and dragons with a guy who's definitely not gay."
"That made little to no sense, but do go on. I realize I haven't done much listening since the beginning of our relationship, and I do want to start now."
"Never mind. The point is, they want me to be safe. And I don't want to be safe. Ugh, that came out wrong. I want to be able to take risks and prove myself. Is that too much to ask?"