But Who?
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A/N - I've been reading Mark's, Mel's and Dayne's Fics and I have been annoyed by the so called Reviewer(s) who insist on trying to undermine all their efforts, don't get Me wrong I no Crusader but I thought I'd put some thoughts down in writing as to how I feel Aarson would deal with someone wanting to hurt them but not being brave enough to actually sign their name - so here it is
Laying on the doormat when he came downstairs was a plain blue envelope, nothing sinster in that, right?, some much so that before opening the envelope Aaron put the kettle on to make his morning brew, a welcome cup of tea to start the day. The kettle whistled indicating that the water was boiling and the young mechanic absent mindedly sloshed water over the tea bag waiting in the bottom of his favourite mug, He added milk and a toothaching amount of sugar to the brew, not waiting for it to cool he took a tongue blistering mouthful.
Turning the envelope over the first thing Aaron noticed was there was no stamp and only one word neatly written in block capitals AARON, He thought he hadn't heard the postman which obviously was the case, this had been hand delivered, tearing it open he took out a single sheet of paper folded in the middle, he couldn't help the involuntary gasp which escaped his lips as he unfolded the paper, there on the paper were words and letters torn out of magazines and papers, what those words and letters stated were disgusting and utterly untrue.
Looking at the ceiling what did he hope to hear?, he hoped to hear his boyfriend moving about but he didn't, of course not, because as the writer of this letter knew Jackson hadn't come home last night, surging to his feet Aaron raced to the door, what did he hope to see he didn't know after all the letter had been delivered over half an hour ago surely it's author hadn't waited around.
Looking around everything seemed normal Pearl and Edna gossiping over the garden wall, Diane setting out the chairs at the front of The Woolpack, just as he was about to go back in doors he heard a toot and a wave as Paddy drove past, must have been on the way to a call out,walking back inside he once again looked at the letter now sitting on the table who had wrote the poison pen letter? was there a viper living amongst the residents of Emmerdale village? and if so which resident was it and why had they written about Jackson?, if it had been such filth about him he could understand it, but everyone loved Jackson why would they write this about him?
Pacing the floor Aaron could feel the bile rising in his throat just the thought that he could have been having a drink with the writer of such a letter without knowing it was really grating on the young mechanic, someone was taking him for a mug and he didn't take kindly to that, even more the fact that they had included his boyfriend and what they'd said about the builder, well, he still couldn't believe what he'd been accused of.
He heard the door slam as he looked out of the window and was just in time to see Jackson walking down the path, as he opened the door all he saw were two clear brown eyes looking back at him there was no hint in those cocoa brown depths that he was anything other than a true and faithful partner, no indication that he'd spent the night, how was it, screwing the ass off some little piece that he'd picked up at Bar West.
No Aaron refused to believe what had been written, no way had Jackson been unfaithful this was just some spiteful, vinditive individual who had nothing better to do than to poke their oar into other people's business and he be a fool if he allowed such words written by a coward, a person not brave enough to sign the letter to undermine what he and Jackson have.
Showing the letter to Jackson he waited while his boyfriend read the words before he looked up and simply said
"It's not true"