I DO NOT OWN EMMERDALE OR IT 'S CHARACTERS...THEY BELONG TO ITV1
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EARLY-FEBRUARY 2015
Set about two weeks after the last story...
****The rope was around his neck. He could feel it around him getting tighter where Frank hooped it. Frank was going to teach him a lesson once and for all. No way was he going to make life differcult for him anymore...and he couldn't no more because he would be dead to the world.
Frank grabbed hold of him, and shoved him swinging over the dip in the muddy ground in the dense forest.
The rope, it was cutting into his neck and was restricting around his windpipe. Aaron tried to cry out for help, but no saviour would come for him.
Frank stood back in the checkered lumberjack shirt and laughed his head off at him, watching him swing from the noose.
Until he managed to force a cry out...***
Aaron was bolt upright in the bed. He was gasping for air and was desperate to replemish his lungs. After breathing heavily for a few moments, he felt better and swung his legs around the bed and looked at the bedside clock. It was past 10 in the morning.
Jumping up, he pulled on his grey sweatpants and a baby pink Tshirt and went down stairs to make a brew to wake himself up.
Jackson was already up and was in the lounge on his mobile, "alright Joe...I'll see you tomorrow night...have a good one mate, and good luck with this Chris fellow...and you...see yah, mate"
The builder who was in a Tshirt and checkered pyjama bottoms, stood up and nodded at Aaron, " Are you alright? I heard you call out in your sleep"
Aaron frowned at him, he didn't like the idea of Jackson listening to him sleep. Refilling the kettle, he glanced at him, " Had your ear up against the wall, did yah?"
Jackson shook his head and came to his side, "For pity sake Aaron, can you just cut down on the scathing remarks, please"
Aaron chucked a Tbag into his mug, and gave him a smarmy smile, " Well, I WOULD...If I knew how much longer you're gonna be hanging around here for? Haven't you got some megadeal contruction deal to see over?"
Jackson leaned his back on the counter and folded his arms, " Yeah I have actually, BUT, I thought i'd come back to sort some stuff out this end...AND to go to that nightout at the dogs with Joe and that...it's his 30th"
Aaron really didn't care a toss how old he was, "good for him" he said, not meaning it.
"What? Good for him because he is 30?"
Aaron sat at the unfinished breakfast bar, "Yeah...it must be REALLY good being 30, I can't wait till I'm 30 if I get to go out to the dogs..." he said with pure sarcasm.
Jackson breathed out a laugh and went to leave for the stairs, Aaron looked up and called out after him, "...anyways...apart from the dogs, I'm sure there'll be some minger there up for it for you to shag"
Feeling like he was just in the way, Jackson shook his head and went up the up the stairs, "That's it just walk away, scumbag" but it fell on deaf ears because Jackson had slammed the spare room door shut.
With a sigh, Aaron got up and tipped his brew away. Why did he do it? Why did he feel like just hurting Jackson all the time, make him feel bad...or guilty...or make him feel like he was nothing to him.
Because he certainly didn't enjoy it. The words just came out.
With another sigh, Aaron needed to get ready. There was some Dingle bash going on at Uncle Zac's place. Lisa's 50th or 60th maybe she was 70, he didn't care, as long as there was plenty of booze there. Because again he felt like getting bladdered.
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The party was in full swing over at Wishing Well Cottage. Aaron turned up on foot and warmed himself up at the fire. Marlon handed him a can of beer and asked him if it was 'just him'
Aaron glared at him, " JUST BECAUSE JACKSON'S COME HOME FOR A COUPLE OF WEEKS, EVERYONE THINKS WE'RE BACK TOGETHER!"
Marlon frowned at him, as he stroked Alfie the dog, " oh, So there's no chance of you and him will...you know"
Aaron acted as confident as he could, " NO CHANCE! I'll SOONER STICK PINS IN MY EYES!"
Paddy with a can in hand, finished talking to Rhona and came over to him at the fire, "Hey...I see that Jackson's home..."
Aaron flipped out at him, " DO YOU MIND PADDY! WHY CAN'T FOLK JUST LET ME BE, EH? I CAME HERE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME AND GET BLADDERED!"
Paddy tried to calm him, " I only asked...It's just that I saw you two in the cafe the other day and I sorta wondered...?"
Aaron screwed his face up, he now sounded bitter, "Wondered what? That Jackson's come back here for me! No he hasn't Paddy, he's come back to 'sort stuff out' and 'go to his best mates birthday outing' coming back for ME was never on his agenda, end of. And DO I CARE? No I flaming dont! Anyway, IF he did come back for me, WHY would I want him back for? Tell me Paddy, why would YOU want me to go back to a lying cheating scumbag like Jackson for, can you tell me that paddy, can yah? Or do you think it's alright for him to do that..."
Paddy was now in a dither, he hated it when things came out wrong, but Aaron WAS right, why would he want him to go back to Jackson. The lad was a cheat, and he hurt Aaron badly.
"You 're right, as soon as he flys BACK to Spain, the better" he said trying to sound cheerful, and more importantly, on his side.
Aaron looked uptight. He downed his can of beer, burped out loudly and nodded to the pile of new cans on the table, " I just want to get bladdered me...THAT'S all I care about..."
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Jackson watched as Sarah laid the bunch of flowers on Martha's grave. She smiled sadly and stood up. Jackson put an arm around her, " I've got some money put by now...i'll give you it before I fly back, so you can get her a nice headstone"
Sarah brushed a tear away from her cheek, that was flushed in the February cold, "Thank you...I thought about that nice shiney one we saw, shaped like a teddy...or do you think that's too tacky?" she worried.
Jackson pulled her close to him and smiled reasuringly, "YOU choose what you feel is right for her...it doesn't matter what other people think...she was OUR little girl...and I LIKE teddys me..."
Sarah shook her head, as they started to walk away from the grave, "then a teddy stone it is"
She looped his arm as they came to the cemetery gates, "Have you not spoken to Aaron? He's taken Jack out a few times over the last few weeks...Jack loves being out with him"
Jackson breathed out a laugh and pulled his leather jacket around him, although he'd only be living in Spain for only a couple of months, he found it hard to adjust to a minus 3 Yorkshire frost, "I've been BACK two weeks. We are sleeping under the SAME roof...but he rarely gives me the time'a'day"
Sarah pouted, "It must be hard for him...you know"
Jackson frowned at her, "What to you mean?"
Sarah shrugged as they approached the van, "I can't BELIEVE I going to say this...but I KNOW how Aaron feels...what he's going through"
They got in the van and Jackson started the engine to get the heat through, "I get it...this is about YOU and ME...when I slept with Craig and..."
Sarah faced front, " You said it...", she looked at him, "...I know alot of it is Craig...he likes to play dangerously...but maybe...just maybe, because he is..."
Jackson snapped his neck round, and farrowed his browe at her, "...HIV! Is that what you were gonna say? THERE'S NO EXCUSE FOR WHAT HE DID! He TOOK advantage of me...I even had to go to the GUM clinic to check that I'd hadn't caught it myself...and I never...but...what if I had done...what then? POOR OLD CRAIG, because he was shat on my his scumbag boyfriend..." he laughed that one off, "...mind you...that's something that me and Kyle have in common, eh? Being a total SCUMBAG and cheat on our boyfriends..."
Sarah swallowed a lump in her throat.
"Everythings all messed up, and I know it's all my own fault...I want him back, but that's never ever gonna happen now...I MISS him...I'm so lonely, because all I want is him and I think about him ALL the time...I'm NOTHING with out him...I lost him because I am such a complete and utter wanker...and sometimes, as much as folk say how wonderful the Med is, I just want to walk into it and never come up for air..."
He was starting to splutter now, because he was getting upset, " And now...he doesn't talk to me much...WONT if he can help it...looks at me like I'm somekind of dirty disease to him...some total loser that you wouldn't even spit on...and it's ALL my own fault...I can't bear it, but it's all my own fault!"
Sarah stretched out her arm, and rubbed his upper back as the builder sobbed, she had never seen him like this before. Jackson was at the beginnings of being depressed and blaming himself. She just hoped that being around little Jack would make it easier for him...for a while at least.
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Aaron was still at the Dingle party. Cain came to his side and nodded to the cans of beer, "How many of THEM have you had?"
Aaron gave him a filthy look, " ONE if you must know! I WAS gonna get bladdered, then I remembered that I was on call"
Cain cheered up, "good lad! SEE you do use your brain sometimes..."
Aaron shook his head as Cain walked off. Maybe if he just got bladdered anyway, Cain'll have to go out for him. But then again, he did that before, next time him or Debbie might fire him off.
Moira was getting herself a beer after a quick smooch with Cain. Aaron pulled a face...Cain in bed with Moira...Moira blowing him off...with those thoughts, it was a wonder he didn't grab another can and downed it, if only to just get 'that' image out of his mind.
"Ohhh I'm glad I bumped into you" she said.
Aaron looked at her, "oh yeah?"
Moira pulled the ring on her can and had a sip, " yeah...Adam phoned yesterday...he's coming home in a couple of weeks...he says New Zealand is not for him...BUT...he's bringing a lass home with him"
Aaron laughed, " What, one of the sheep!"
Moira had a laugh with him, " No silly! He's met someone while he was over there! Kira her name is...sounds like a nice wee lass...wants to show her off no doubt"
Aaron poofhooed it, " She'll be going back on the next flight home then...when she sees what it's like round here!"
Before Moira could reply, Cain was pawing her again. Pulling a face, Aaron turned around and was saved by his mobile ringing. It was Ronnie...frowning he put the phone to his ear.
"Alright Ron? What? YOU broke down? Where? Yeah I know it...it's not far from here...", he smiled into the phone, "...and YOU thought you knew a nice hunky machanic, did yah?Alright...I'm on me way..."
He ended the call and put on his zip up hoodie the dog had been sleeping on. Lisa turned to him, "Oh? You off lad?"
"Yeah I am...a mates broken down...cheers for the'em...beer", or the lack of it being on call, he thought.
Lisa pinched his cheeks, it was obvious that he'd had a few, "That's alright, my love, anytime, but you should've brought that lovely lickle lad of yours...Jack...he's a smart lad"
"Yeah he is" Aaron smirked, "But he's at school...have a good birthday"
Aaron zipped up the hoodie and was off out the door and into the darkening cold.
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Aaron pulled his hood up as it started to hailstone. He could see Ronnies car up ahead, it was a new version VW beetle. To be honest he hated them cars. He didn't have that much to liking to the original old bangers, either.
Ronnie jumped out of the car where it was parked up on the verge of the country lane.
"Sorry about this mate! I didn't know who else to call...AND...I'm crap with engines..."
They both jumped in to get out of the hail. It was hammering down on the windscreen, "It's a GOOD job that I'm not then, int it?"
Ronnie felt all embarrassed, "You must think I've done this on purpose, but I haven't, I swear to yah"
Aaron sighed, "Does it matter...I was thinking about giving you a call anyway"
Ronnie was surprized. Since they'd been back from Spain, Aaron had come to the flat once, but he never let him in. He had texted him about meeting up and they had a nice night out 'just as mates' at Bar West the Saturday before last, the same day Aaron had taken out Jack to the football.
Ronnie turned, "So I wasn't a complete utter bore then?"
Aaron tutted and sighed at him, " Ohhh Ronnie don't be like that...I wasn't bored last time...it's just that HE'S still around"
Ronnie was surprized, "STILL? Has he said when he's going back?"
Aaron could see the hail wasn't falling so heavy now, " Sunday I think...who cares...as long as he goes back and stays there"
Before Ronnie could anymore to him, Aaron was springing out the car and was telling him to pull the lever to the bonnet.
Ronnie watched from the driving seat as Aaron had his head to the engine and looked up, "Try it now"
The car started first time.
Satisfied, and with a pleased smirk for himself, Aaron slammed the hood down and jumped back in, "Something was loose...I wont go explaining it to yah, because it might get all technical" he joked.
Ronnie laughed, "I'll take your word for it"
Ronnie nodded to the road ahead, "YOU can drop me off at my Uncle Zacs if you like...there's a party on...you can come in for a beer if you...you know...want to"
Ronnie shrugged,but was pleased, "yeah...that'll be nice...only the one mind, can't go drinking and driving, eh?"
Aaron belted up, "nice one, lets go..."
Ronnie drove them along the narrow lanes towards Wishing Well cottage. Aaron looked at Ronnie through the corner of his eye. Ronnie did look fit today. In his tight jeans and tight leather jacket, and his hair was always stylishly messed up.
He could do worse...if he was still looking...
Maybe they could be mates. And if something DID develop over time, then why not, as they say, he could do worse...couldn't he?
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Hi...24 chapters and lots of 'my style' angst to look forward to! I wrote the last chapter first and I know how it will end...AT LAST...a conclusion to things...I just have to work the story to where it finishes.
Decision made to those who wanted more of it. This is for you. And whether you are in the AarSon camp or AarRon camp, there is something pleasing for all of you...hope you like?