Crying In The Night

CAUTION: THIS FIC IS BASED ON A SENSITIVE SUBJECT! - Rape Storyline.

This fic is pure fiction. If you have any problems with the above warning, I suggest you click the back button now. You have been warned.

Chapter 1

Jackson Walsh loaded the final tools into his van and slammed the door shut. It was a cool June evening in the village and Jackson was exhausted. He looked down the driveway at his boyfriend, Aaron Livesy, still hard at work in the garage. He approached the younger man and wrapped his arm's around the mechanic's waist, kissing his neck."You nearly done babes?" Jackson whispered, making Aaron shudder in his embrace.

"Nowhere near. Cain's got me working on Charlie's car. It won't start, and I can't for the life of me figure out why. and it's gotta be sorted by tonight because he's going back to France tomorrow."

"And you've tried everything you possibly can?" Jackson asked, his arms still firmly around Aaron's waist.

"Just about. The fact that I'm absolutely starving isn't helping either."

"Tell you what, I'll pop to Viv's and get you something to eat. Then Maybe you can figure out what's wrong with that car., and then you can come back to mine while I still have some energy left. If you get me." Jackson giggled seductively

"Can't you think about anything else?" Aaron asked, frustrated. Jackson hugged into Aaron tighter; "I'll have to think about that one! What do you want from the cafe then? Coffee and a bacon sandwich?"

"Sounds good babes, thanks." Jackson kissed the top of Aaron's head. "I'll be back soon, ok?"

"Yeah ok. AND DONT FORGET THE SAUCE THIS TIME!" Aaron yelled before Jackson started to vanish out of sight.

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The young blonde waited in the shadows, watching as Jackson got further and further away from the garage. He took his chance when he saw Jackson enter the shop and skulked to the garage, being careful not to make any noise and distract Aaron. It was soon after that Aaron felt an icy cold hand wrapped around him mouth. Fear struck his heart as Wayne angrily hissed into his ear "Don't even think about it, you poof. Now, You're going to do what i tell you. Ok? I said...OK?"Aaron nodded his head slowly. tears building up in his eyes. "Good boy. Now, drop the spanner."

Aaron hesitated slightly, and soon felt something metallic running across his neck. Not enough to hurt, but enough to know who was in charge. Aaron knew immediately what it was, and was silently praying for Jackson to return."I said...Drop it Aaron. NOW!" Aaron did what he was told and the spanner clanged to the floor, hitting Charlie's car on the way, leaving a large dent in the bonett. Wayne shoved the young mechanic inside the garage and punched him to the floor, he stepped inside and locked the door behind him. Aaron tried to get up but felt a sharp pain in his stomach, causing him to hit the floor once again. Before he could react, he could feel Wayne's hands tugging at his overalls."No...Wayne, Don't...please..."

"I'd shut it if I were you. unless you want me to cut you?" Wayne asked, continuing to pull at Aaron's tried to fight back but soon found his hands pinned above his head.

"Wayne No!" Aaron sobbed, helplessly as Wayne managed to get to Aarons tracksuit bottoms.

"I'll make you pay for what you did to me. No-one humiliates me and gets away with it! No-one!"

Wayne soon forced himself on top of Aaron, trying to touch him and kiss him. Aaron tried with all of his strength to fight back, but Wayne was by far stronger, Aaron clawed and kicked and screamed for help, and soon found the blade pressed against his throat yet again.

"Now. You're not gonna move are you? And I swear Livesy, You tell anyone, and it'll happen again! You got that?" Wayne hissed. Aaron nodded his head, tears flowing rapidly down his face. Then the pain came. Aaron sobbing uncontrollably underneath Wayne. He closed his eyes, tried his best to block out what was happening. After what seemed like an eternity for Aaron, the pain had stopped. He opened his eyes and Wayne was nowhere to be seen. Aaron managed to gather his senses and pulled on his now half ripped tracksuit. He desperately climbed to his feet and raced to the door, locking it and sliding down it, sobbing.