A.N. I'll give yah a slight warning of very dark themes ahead. Yes I know its been dark before but this time I feel like I need to give yah a heads up... this chap ain't for everyone.

Aron felt – cold.

He was sat there on his bed, his arms covering his stomach as he leaned forward, his neck craned and his muzzle down. His mouth was open just barely as he felt like his entire body was being dragged downwards. He didn't know how he hadn't collapsed at this point, the weight of his body seeming to be tenfold. His ears, jaw, lips, eyes, shoulders, arms, legs, feet, and even his tail all felt like they would just plop onto the ground.

Worst of all was his stomach. It was an endless pit, weighed down by rocks as it tried to yank him forward onto the floor. He hadn't eaten or slept well in days, his eyes stinging and dry as his brain was muddled and foggy with terrible thoughts. Thoughts of fear, depression, doubt, and of – death.

This feeling of utter dread and sorrow had plagued his body for days, it felt like he was trapped in his own head. Ever since his last two encounters with Ranie and Vanessa, he was lost in distraught. He would just lay up in his bed, telling his father he had a bad flu, since Aron had vomited once or twice. He hardly did anything all day other than watch something on his PCD or lay in bed thinking about the horrors he endured that month. What sickened him more was that his member would twitch every so often at the thought, making him grimace as his stomach churned.

The thought that part of him enjoyed it, that part of him felt pleasure from it... that part of him wanted more. He hated it, he hated it so much. He wished he never wanted it, he wished he was fucking normal and wasn't turned on by the thoughts of being raped an humiliated again.

He had wept so much, and drank so little, that now no tears would fall from his cheeks. He'd just sit there, in that position, and stare at the ground until he either passed out or fell backwards on the bed. He hated being this way, feeling so useless, so abused, so used... Feeling as if he was just a spec, not even a person, only someone used for pleasure like a toy.

The thoughts were so consuming that he couldn't talk to anyone, he didn't want to talk to anyone. He didn't want anyone else to have to deal with this horrible pain that resided within him. He wished he could resolve it on his own, suck it up and carry on with his life, not bring others down with him, not waste the effort that others had put themselves through for him. But no, here he was, just a pathetic coyote who couldn't function in life. He only blamed himself, finding it easier to do that rather than blame others for his position. There was only one real solution he could think of... one he had become less and less scared to face.

Aron's eyes slowly drifted to his window, seeing that it was starting to get dark out. Good, his father had the night shift, so he could do what he planned without running into his father.

His body shook as he thought of what he would do... There was a bridge that crossed high over a river not too far from where he lived. It was a quiet bridge, whenever he passed by it there wasn't usually many vehicles or too many other people either. It was a bridge where he could be alone for a long while, with maybe just one or two passerbys in vehicles.

He planned on throwing himself off that bridge...

He felt there was no other way. No way to get rid of his pain, no way to get rid of all of his problems... unless he got rid of himself. He wanted to do it somewhere where no one would find his body for a while, and his father wouldn't be the first to come across it, nor anyone he cared about. He'd be free of his emotions, his crushing humiliation and guilt. Maybe he'd even get some revenge on Ranie and Vanessa, both of them would know why he did it, even if they did share the pictures of him nude. But maybe they'd just mock him more for being such a worthless person... but Aron didn't care, he just wanted to stop feeling this way.

Aron stared at the window for a long while, his mind in a fight of whether or not he should stand up and go all ready. He frowned and shook his head, trying to clear it of all the fog. But no matter how many times he did that, it would never fade.

He had to get rid of this feeling, this fog, and now he didn't really care how. He stood up, clutching his stomach. He felt like he might vomit for a moment, before he shook his head, walking forward and over to his closet. He opened it, pulling out a note... a note he'd leave for his father. He sniffled and took the note, it had so much weight in his hand, before he placed it on his own bed.

Aron walked out of his room, holding his arm, feeling a couple tears in his eyes. But he shook his head, not wanting to cry anymore. He felt so numb as he made his way down the stairs and into the kitchen. His body was weary and weak, but somehow he could move, the crushing weight of the world not holding him back. He needed to do this... there was no other way... at least that's what he kept telling himself.

He made his way down the stairs with his legs shaking profusely, feelings of dread and pure sorrow running through his head. However they failed to elicit an emotion in him, just a small twinge in his stomach. He paused at the bottom of the stairs, looking over to the table where he normally put his things.

He wouldn't need his key since he wouldn't be coming back... and he wouldn't need his wallet. Perhaps his father could use the last bit of money in there for something. Though the thought of his father made him flinch and more tears welled up in his eyes. He shook his head again, cringing as he tried to make his mind blank again.

His father would be happy for Aron being gone... it would mean he'd could stop working so hard and get his life in order. Part of Aron knew that wasn't the case, but he didn't want to face that fact. He grabbed his coat off the table, putting it on and putting his hood up. He just stood there for a moment, his vision blurry as he began to rethink his decision.

Was this really the best way? Did he really want to die? Or was there something else?

But was he just a coward? Too cowardly to do the right thing? Too cowardly to get rid of himself so everyone around him could stop having to worry?

His body jolted as he thought of Ranie and Vanessa, both of them snickering at him. Saying he was too weak, saying he wanted to live as their sex slave, saying if he really wanted to escape this he'd just throw himself off the bridge like he planned.

That made him lurch forward, more tears rolling down his cheeks. He didn't whimper, he didn't sob, he just wiped his tears away. The crushing defeat in his heart was too much to bear, too much to carry on with. He knew he couldn't live like this, and that he shouldn't force other people to help him live, its not their job.

He turned to the door, dragging himself over to it. So many thoughts whipped through his head. He tried to hard to force them out, he didn't realize how much his pace had slowed, and it seemed like the door was getting further and further away from him.

His body shook, and his tail drooped. He was almost to the door, almost to freedom. That's what he wanted right? Freedom... this would make him free, free forever... right?

He outstretched his hand, before gripping the doorknob. The knob was cold from the frigid air in the room. It made him flinch as he stood there. His brain told him to turn the knob, but his body wouldn't move.

He was almost there, all he had to do was open the door and shut it behind him. He'd be locked out, and this would surely push him to go to the bridge. So why couldn't he open the door? He wanted this – was he just being a pussy? Was he just not able to be a real male and go through with the tough decision?

This decision was so much better for everyone. Once he was gone all of his problems would be gone along with at lot of problems he caused for other people. His dad wouldn't have to spend so much money and time on his job, he wouldn't have a waste of space son holding him back... Kieth wouldn't have a dumbass following him around and dragging him away from other friend groups. Kieth probably would have been popular if it wasn't for the fact he hung out with the weird Coyote kid... hell him and Leo. Leo wouldn't have an embarrassment friend who cried like a baby after getting laid by two of the hottest girls in school.

God Aron was such an embarrassment and a leech to everyone around him, he really should just throw himself off the bridge... it was better for everyone. No one wanted him around... only the two girls who'd just use him like a live sex doll... that's all he was good for. No one would miss him... not at all...

Right?

Leo wouldn't care too much... even though his face brightened whenever he was around Kieth and Aron. That he seemed to like talking to Aron... that he would always get Aron to talk to him... and he would get Aron to talk to other people sometimes too. Even if – Leo would always call him "little buddy", and always sit with Aron when Aron sat alone...

Kieth would be sad for a while but he'd move on, find other friends... other friends he opened up to. Its not like Kieth told him that Aron was the only one he could ever really talk to normally... that Aron was his best friend, that Aron helped him through middle school, that Aron was better than he gave himself credit for, that Aron – was an awesome guy...

And his father would be heartbroken for a bit but he'd get better. Even though he loved Aron to death... he did so much for Aron... he'd always be there for Aron when Aron needed him. Even though he'd be crushed if Aron was gone after everything his dad went through with his mother. Even though his dad would never want Aron to be in such a terrible place... even if Aron knew... he could talk to his dad... and his dad would never be... ashamed of him...

But Aron – Aron needed to go. He was selfish, stupid, pathetic, weak, worthless, and just better off dead. There was no way to fix this situation – no way at all – no one... no one could help... no one...

He... wanted to die right? He wanted to be gone from this world – it treated him so poorly right? Its not like – there were brighter days... its not like – there was more to his life – its not like... there couldn't be more to him. His story was over right? There was no coming back from where he was... right?

He didn't have the will to keep going right? This fear of death wasn't him trying to live and find a way to keep living, it was just him being a coward... right?

This fear of death... wasn't a will to live... right? It wasn't... a desire to get better – it wasn't something he could use to get better... it wasn't something that could drive him to move on – to live.

He – wanted – do die...

Right?

Aron hadn't realized his hand had slid off the doorknob. He was standing there... tears rolling down his cheeks and onto the floor, more tears he didn't even realize he had left. He was shaking hard, his ears down as his vision blurred. There was so much fear in him, but there was something else... something he didn't know he had left...

The will to live.

He wanted to get better, he wanted things to be better. It felt like there was an immense wall in front of him, like this wall to happiness and feeling good again was impossible to get over. And yet he wanted to get over this wall... he wanted it so badly... and maybe... maybe... he could be happy again?

Suddenly, Aron heard a vehicle stop in his driveway. He froze as it was followed by the sound of a door opening, before slamming shut.

It couldn't be his father right? He was still working right? It was probably just a delivery person! But at this time of night?

He heard steps coming towards the door. His mind screamed for him to run. He couldn't be like this in front of his father! His father couldn't find out about all of this! He was frozen, he thought he should run and hide, hide from his own father. But he was still, a part of him wanting to be caught in the act, a part of him begging to be saved by his father.

Another step, and another, and another, before the door clicked. Aron couldn't move, he was shaking, his entire body feeling cold.

The door open and time seemed to freeze for a moment. He saw his father, his eyes tired and his shoulders slumped as he wore his jacket and work clothing. He almost looked like he'd fall over right on the spot. This made Aron's stomach churn as tears suddenly welled up in his eyes, seeing his father in such a state... and now he'd have to deal with Aron's crap.

His father blinked as he spotted Aron right in front of him, his father tilting his head in confusion.

"Aron? What – what's wrong buddy?"

Aron hadn't realized how hard he was shaking, that the tears in his eyes were now streaming down his face, and that he was breathing heavily. He felt something snap in the back of his head, making him whimper as he leaned forward and hugged his father tightly, more tears rolling down his cheeks as he began to sob uncontrollably. He felt his father flinch, before wrapping his arms around Aron, putting his hand on the back of Aron's head.

"Whoa whoa whoa buddy! What's going on?"

Aron could hardly form words, just choking out tears as he buried his face in his father's shoulder.

"I-I'm sorry Dad! I'm s-sorry I'm so so s-sorry!" Aron wept.

Aron felt his father's hand rub the back of his head. "Aron... what are you sorry about? What's going on?"

Aron didn't respond, he tried to but all that came out was more sobs. He just held his father, comforted by his father's embrace and his warmth. He felt safe, he felt secure... something he really hadn't felt for a while. Aron felt his father pull back for a moment, Aron reluctantly letting his father go as he felt his father's hand on his back.

"Come on Aron, let's sit down for a bit..."

His father led him over to the couch, before gently sitting him down on it. His father's hands where on Aron's shoulders, Aron's head was down but out of the corner of his eye he could see his father's concerned gaze.

"What's going on buddy?"

His father's gentle tone calmed Aron a bit, Aron's shoulder's relaxing as he sniffled, still weeping as he rubbed his eye.

"I-I... I-I..." Aron began, his body shaking as more tears welled up in his eyes. "I-I was... I-I... I-I was..." Aron shut his eyes tightly, cringing hard. "R-raped..."

There was dead silence in the room, Aron fearing what his father would say. Would he be mad? Would he be ashamed? Would he believe-

"Oh god... Aron... Oh Aron..." His father choked out, Aron flinching as his father brought him into a tight embrace, his father's chin on top of Aron's head. "How...? Who...? Who did this to you!?"

Aron quickly clutched his father, shivering as he shut his eyes and buried his face into his father's chest.

"I-I was raped b-by two girls! O-one d-drugged m-me and tied me up! The o-other beat m-me a-and held m-me down! They both kept forcing m-me! They blackm-mailed me! They abused m-me! They raped m-me so many times! They k-keep raping m-me! Saying they'll t-tell everyone if I don't g-go to them! I-I'm sorry dad I-I'm so-"

"Aron!" His father shouted, gripping Aron by the shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. "Don't be sorry! Don't ever be sorry for this! This is not you fault! This was never you fault! The only people to blame are those two horrible bitches who did this to you!"

Aron was taken aback by his father's outburst. He had never really heard such rage from his father, such hatred. His father was looking at him with a stern, angry look, his father's own body shaking as he held Aron tightly. He saw a couple tears well up in his father's eyes.

"I-its... its not your fault!" His father pulled him back into the hug, holding Aron tightly. "Oh god Aron... it was never your fault buddy... it was never your fault..."

Aron was in a state of shock. His father's words were still registering in Aron's head, the poor Coyote unable to stop his body from shaking like a leaf. He felt his face scrunch up, and more tears flow, before he softly wept against his father.

Aron's dad gently rocked him back and fourth, rubbing Aron's back as he placed his head on top of Aron's once more. "Its okay buddy... its okay..."

There was silence once again, Aron just sat there in his fathers arms, letting weeks and weeks of torment finally get out. The tears wouldn't stop, he couldn't stop shaking, it just all pushed through the walls he built up, tearing them down. However, Aron felt so – relieved. He felt so relieved he could finally tell someone about this, that his father didn't hate him for it, that his father understood... that his father was hugging him right now.

There was still a sting in his stomach and heart though, the sting of knowing everything just wasn't resolved right then and there. He would have to face Vanessa and Ranie again, it wasn't over, it was far from it in fact. He didn't want to deal with it anymore, but he knew he was still trapped in the situation.

"I'm going to talk to the Academy about this," Aron's father spoke up, interrupting Aron's thoughts.

Aron looked up at his dad with wide eyes. "D-Dad no! They probably won't even believe you! Guys don't get raped by girls!"

His father's gaze became stern. "Did you tell them no?"

Aron winced, before nodding his head.

"And they still did it?"

Aron nodded again.

His father scowled. "Then its rape, doesn't matter that you're a guy."

Aron frowned and looked down. "B-but they'll just spread rumors about me and s-share the pictures!"

"If they did that then they'd only be giving the Academy heads more proof."

Aron sniffled, more tears dripping down his cheeks. "B-but the whole school will know... I-I'll be h-harassed and laughed at!"

"Do you really think everyone is just going to laugh at you for getting abused and raped Aron?"

Aron kept his head down, his ears flat to his head. He remembered Leo laughing at him for "being afraid of getting laid"... he and everyone else would give Aron shit for "getting laid but crying about it" now.

Aron's father sighed. "Buddy – I... I went through something similar – but you've gotta realize that people can be more understanding than you think..."

Aron glanced up at his dad. "Did... Mom...?"

His father nodded, his eyes shut. "Yes..."

Aron's gaze hit the floor. That was one age old question he had in the back of his head for his dad... and it seemed like it was correct. His mother raped his father... and that left one more question in Aron's head, one that he needed to be answered.

"Am I a rape child?"

Aron's father flinched at Aron's words, the room going dead quiet once again. Aron swallowed and shut his eyes, preparing for the answer.

"It doesn't mean I don't love you any less..." His father spoke up. "It doesn't mean you are a mistake – it doesn't mean you shouldn't be here... it doesn't mean you have any less worth than anyone else!" Aron flinched as he felt his father grip his shoulders once more, looking up to see his father's teary eyes looking down at him. "It doesn't mean I think of your mother whenever I look at you... whenever I hold you. Whenever I see you Aron I see my son, my son that I love, a son that I would do anything for – a son I know deserves to be here, and a son I know will be a good person. Don't think of yourself any less than that..."

Aron's face was once again full of tears, staring into his father's gentle, loving eyes. The truth had stung him yes, but it was something he suspected for so long now. But when he looked into his dad's eyes, and heard his dad's words... he knew his father loved him, no matter what. Aron whimpered as he gripped his father tightly and once again pressed his face against his dad's chest. He felt his father hug him once more in return.

"I love you Aron – and I'm going to help you through this. You're going to get through this..."

Aron sniffled. "I'm s-sorry I make you d-do so much for me Dad..."

His father rubbed Aron's back soothingly. "Don't ever be sorry Aron – its just what dads do."

Aron nuzzled his father. "Thank you..."

He felt his father pat his back. "I'm going to talk to the Academy then, okay? We're gonna get this sorted out okay bud?"

Aron simply nodded in response, his eyes shut as he kept his tight hold around his dad. Once again there was a silence, Aron slowly calming down as his dad kept rocking him back and fourth gently. A thought soon came to Aron's head, making him chuckle as he wiped his eye. It was a terrible thought, but the humor of it just kinda made him chuckle a bit due to the dreariness of the situation.

His dad chuckled in return. "What is it buddy?"

Aron shook his head, pulling back from his father's embrace, a small smile on his face. "I-I guess it is like they s-say... like father like son..."

His dad chuckled and shook his head, reaching up and ruffling Aron's hair. "Aron..." his smile faded for a moment. "This is the last thing I wanted you to share in common with me..."

Aron nodded, his smile fading as well. Perhaps that was too dark of a joke for the situation... but he couldn't help but laugh at it. It gave him another pit of sorrow in his stomach at he chuckled however, his head hanging low.

Aron felt his dad pat his shoulder. "Its gonna be okay buddy... we'll figure it out."

Aron's body relaxed once more, he felt a bit drained once again, and his stomach growled. He blushed at this, holding his stomach and smiling awkwardly up at his Dad.

His father raised an eyebrow. "Up for some pizza bud?"

Aron frowned, not wanting his father to cook tonight after all the crap Aron put him through. "You're not making it right?"

His father gained a cheeky smile. "That jibe at my cooking?"

Aron's eyes widened as he shook his head. "No! I just didn't want you-"

His father shook his head. "I'm messing with you bud... besides I learned my lesson last time when I nearly burnt the house down for pizza," he remarked with a wink.

Aron smiled at his father's words, looking down again. "Did you um... wanna watch one of those new movies tonight?"

"Sure bud, how about I call up for the pizza and you get the movie up eh?"

Aron's smile grew. "Sure Dad."

His father nodded, and with one last warm smile, before he got up and walked over to his PCD. Aron watched his father for a moment, his heart in a tangle of both warmth and pain. He shook his head, biting down the rest of his tears and wiping his eyes. Aron looked up afterwards, his chest feeling looser, his body feeling lighter, and his head feeling a bit less murky.

He smiled, even with the bit of dread and sorrow still biting at his heart. He felt – alive again – he felt almost awake again. Things weren't magically fixed yes... but... Aron still felt better.

And maybe, just maybe – things would finally end up getting better from now on.

A.N. Nice bout of depressing literature eh? Sorry I don't got much "sexy times" for you folks in this chap! And sorry its a bit short, but I felt this chap was better as a short n sweet type thing eh?

Sorry its taking me SO BLOODY LONG to post/finish this hellish fic! But life is life and it likes to get in ur way eh? I hope to finish this fic within the year! Which shouldn't be too difficult since we don't have much more to go, and I've developed a bit of a writing schedule! (Don't quote me on that.)

Anywho, thanks for readin! Hope this one wasn't too depressing!

Also one last awkwardish note but... if yah feel like you'd be better off not being in this world... note that there's always at least someone out there willing to fight for you... and you will always have a will to live, even if its a small thing eh?

Have a good one everyone!