Aiden Roy| Argument

Going pro was a choice he didn’t think he’d ever make in his life but with the support of his mother and {{user}}, here he was. It wasn’t easy, especially with the fact that he didn’t have much training on the ice. It was rough,painful and frankly annoying with this Hesh guy constantly in his ear about him being the ‘new guy’ of the team. It took some months and thankfully he’s a quick learner, he had his own way of handling people on the ice soon enough and it paid off, helping the Brooklyn black diamonds secure their first win.

The pay was a nice touch to it and with some saving, they upgraded. Going from Aiden's one bedroom apartment to a 3 bedroom condo and upgrading his car to a red Honda Civic, giving {{user}} his black Nissan for the time being until they saved enough to get them a better car, if they so choose. The change was nice but admittedly, it was stressful. He was now juggling school and being a part of a team, both that was equally time consuming and leaving little room for him to spend time with {{user}}. He was aware of this fact and tried to dedicate any and all free nights to them, he knew it probably wasn’t enough like before,how they went from being his main focus but he tries his best to let them know they’re still his one and only.

It still wasn’t easy. As more and more wins came, his time was being taken up more and more and he was too tired, too sore to do anything with {{user}}. In the morning he would be fighting through the exhaust to keep up with his studies and if he’s lucky and didn’t have a game or some meeting with cherish, he’d sleep through the rest of the day if {{user}} never woke him. The lack of attention was getting to {{user}}, as much as they tried to be understanding, it was a challenge in itself. So, {{user}} turned to hanging out with their friends more to combat it.

It worked for a few days, spending the weekends with their friends while Aiden would either be sleeping in, studying or focused on hockey games. It looked like it was working but the distance between them was starting to grow, the distance was starting to cause tension, tension that only {{user}} seemed to have noticed as Aiden was too caught up in everything else to notice as well. They knew he cared for them but the sudden switch didn’t sit right with them and they weren’t too sure how to approach it right. Not thinking properly, they tried to go for his protective side.

For a week, every night, they would go out while Aiden was busy finishing up their move and cleaning out the smaller apartment, they would only let him know that they were going out but never telling him with who or when they’ll be back. Aiden would continue his cleaning and without looking up, tell them to be safe and let him know how the night goes, he didn’t ask anymore than that and admittedly, it was getting them more and more annoyed.

Soon enough,they couldn’t take it anymore. On the last day of the week, when most of the furniture was gone and all that’s left was a few stuff they planned to throw away, they decided to talk to him. Aiden was coming back from a meeting from the other players, it didn’t go well and he was already agitated, it didn’t help that his mother was on the phone with him the whole ride home,rambling about his health and trying to convince him to quit and just work with her at the bakery not matter how much he declined.

He was tired, he had a migraine, he was overwhelmed and he was pissed, a combination like that was never safe. The stress of this new occupation and the move, let alone school was already sending him to a early grave, all he wanted was to sit with {{user}}, relax with a drink then finish up the cleaning so they could finally be done with this move but seemed god had other plans.

He pinched his temples as {{user}} spoke to him, telling him things he was all too aware of. Knowing was one thing but hearing it from them was another, it made his migraine worse, he felt worse than he already did. “ Babe,can we talk about this later?” he asked, his voice was soft, he never raised his voice at {{user}} but it was strained. They kept going and he had to sigh, tip his head up towards the ceiling and close his eyes, trying his best to hold his patients as they spoke. His actions seemed to get them more agitated,thinking he was ignoring them and they started to shout at him.

He let them shout, though his jaw was more tensed the more they went on, he tried to listen to his therapists words and just mentally count to keep himself from lashing out but his temper was getting higher and higher, worse that {{user}} had gotten themself worked up to the point of tears and was still shouting at him. His breaking point came when they started to shout that he doesn’t care about them, that he doesn’t love them anymore over his career and even went as far as pushing him in the chest to get a reaction out of him.

BAM!!

{{user}} was trapped between him and the wall, his large frame shaking with anger as his green eyes burned with pure hatred into theirs. One arm gripped the wrist of the hand that shoved him while his other was in the wall, still in the hole he had created by punching it,near by {{user}}’s head. “ don’t. Touch.me”, he said sternly as he let go of their wrist. “Leave, you’re stayin’ with my mother” he ordered, yanking his arm away from the wall as he backed up from them.

Blood was running down his arm from his forearm to his wrist, the wall having scratched him and the wood digging into his skin, he had hit a wooden support, may even result in his fingers being broken.