AARON LIVESY

-The Chase-

"Why Aren't You Still Here?"

Yet another warning guys and I've got a feeling this is just going to get worse. I like and enjoy tackling different subjects but at the same time they are so daunting! I hope I'm doing this some justice and maybe spreading awareness that this does happen and probably is right now, out there somewhere to whichever/whatever orientation.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it, in a sense lol and thank you to my readers and regular reviewers, I appreciate you all tremendously, much love x

It had been three days since Aaron had been released from hospital after he sustained a head injury from a fall in which Jason pushed him into, but he had no recollection of that. Life living at Jason's had become perfect although Aaron had to admit that Jason liked to pick at him over the stupidest of things and it was wearing him down, but ultimately he loved the whiny sod, so he'd put up with it. Like the previous day Aaron had made their tea, and no Aaron wasn't one for cooking, not ever, he could burn baked beans for god sake but he got all the ingredients he needed and made an attempt at making a lasagne, it all started well but then due to his sometimes short attention span he burnt the mince but as he added the sauce from the jar he hoped Jason wouldn't really notice, then when he added the pasta sheets and the cheese on top he left it in the oven, only just a bit too longer than needed and when he opened the oven a puff of smoke blew in his face as it escaped the confines of the oven and then it set the smoke alarm off. Aaron was angry, he couldn't do a simple thing like make a nice meal for the both of them, which Jason commented on when he returned from work to see the kitchen windows and back door open to let out the smoke. Sheepishly Aaron handed Jason his plate before he sat down to start eating his own; it wasn't that bad looking at it, the over cooked pasta sheets were hard and now black as the cheese had burnt onto them. Aaron had sighed and cut into it but it had flung off his plate and landed further up the table. Jason sat just watching and not even attempting to eat it. Aaron had felt his eyes on him the whole time and he felt so small but didn't want to say anything but what he did find himself saying was sorry and Jason's reply was far from nice, his words still echoed in his mind now as he sat out in the back garden having a cigarette, he had said "So you should be, that's pathetic and a waste of my money, I'm not eating it make me something else" Aaron at that point sadly got up and said "Fine but it'll be cheese on toast" Jason didn't reply however, Aaron took it as being okay to make that, so he did and he made sure it wasn't black.

Back now to the present Aaron blinked and pulled out his phone from his pocket, no messages, no calls from anybody…he sighed, he didn't expect any but he couldn't deny that he was missing them all back in the village because he was, but he had burnt those bridges, at least he had Jason he thought. Finishing his cigarette he walked back inside, it was early afternoon and he wasn't expecting Jason until at least six or seven but there he was standing in the kitchen doorway.

Aaron swallowed hard and managed an "Alright?" which he tried his best not to come across sounding like he was surprised to see him, after all it was his house he could come back whenever he pleased and his job was flexible so it allowed for that.

"Smoking I see?"

Aaron shrugged and walked off to the kettle. "My choice"

"Your choice?" Jason chuckled. "And what if I don't like it?"

"Then" Aaron sighed. "You'll have to lump it"

Jason stepped closer, right up behind him. "Really?"

"Yeah" Aaron replied quietly. "I-I wouldn't stand too close the smell lingers for a bit"

"I know" he said, disgruntled as he pulled his nose up at the smell and stepped back.

"Are you okay? Only I'm getting the feeling you don't want me here"

"What?" Jason snapped, and again his personally switched, convenient for him, as always!

"You heard!" Aaron snapped and turned and started walking to the stairs, Jason followed him quickly. "You're fucking horrible to me Jason!"

"No, Aaron please if I come across like that it's only because I care about you! Smoking literally kills"

"It's funny that…one of Paddy's clients has smoked all her life, she's still standing! So shut up about it will ya? It's my choice and I'll smoke if I want too"

"Fine, alright" Jason replied calmly. "It's okay"

"I know it is" Aaron said and turned to continue up the stairs.

"What are you doing?"

"Going to pack my stuff, I'm sick of this!" Aaron yelled but seconds later he felt Jason's hands pulling him back down the stairs and then his back was forced into the bookshelf, the force angry and he could see it on Jason's face, then suddenly Jason's fist impacted Aaron's face, knocking his head back. "You're not going anywhere"

Aaron pushed Jason back with all the force he could muster then swung his own fist at him which connected, a whopping punch it was aswell. Breathlessly as his chest rose and fell rapidly Aaron spoke. "I told you, that if you ever! Hit me again! That I wouldn't hesitate in hitting you back!"

Jason unsteadily got back up to his feet wiping away the blood from his lip as he did. "Don't go, babe" he begged. "I-I'm sorry"

Aaron shook his head. "I can't live like this Jason"

"I-I know, I'll change, I mean it, this won't happen again, you can do what you want alright…"

Aaron nodded watching him with narrowed eyes. "You know I can't figure you out…"

"Part of the fun isn't it?" Jason asked with a smirk.

"It was…" Aaron said sadly and turned and walked back up the stairs.

"Please stay" Jason begged, not moving from the spot where he was stood in the living room.

"I'll stay!" Aaron called back.

…

Sometime later Aaron had decided to go out, back to Emmerdale to pick the rest of his things up from Paddy's, he freshened up and walked downstairs, grabbed his wallet and phone and made for the door. When his hand pulled down the handle he frowned when it wasn't budging, a deep frown arched his eyebrows inward as he yanked at it, and it wasn't opening. He pouted and walked to the back door, the same happened then aswell, he was locked in. "This is just fucking great this is!" he yelled as he pulled out his phone, he rang Jason and waited for it to connect. When it did there was silence, which confused Aaron no end.

"Jason? Jason listen you've locked me in and I was going out and it's fine for today but I'd appreciate it if you get me a set of keys made cause I can't stay in everyday, I'll go mad or even better maybe just not lock the door after you?" he sighed and there was still silence.

"That's what you get for having sex with Flynn" Jason's voice was grave and in a split second after a clicking sound, he hung up.

His mobile slipped from his hand, he'd started sweating, and his jaw was dropped, his eyes wide and staring ahead. He blinked a few times and looked down at his phone on the floor. How the hell did he know? He certainly hadn't told him! His body seemed to have lost the ability to move or make rational decisions; he took a few deep breaths and then picked up his phone and quickly found Flynn's number and dialled.

To Flynn's surprise Aaron was calling him. He frowned and answered it to a panic stricken, blabbering mess on the other end. "Woah Aaron, slow down mate, slow down, deep breaths…there that's better"

"Have you told Jason we've slept together?" Aaron asked, still panicked but understandable at least.

Flynn frowned. "No why?"

"Because he knows Flynn and he's locked me in!"

"I-I the other night I got a room and I was there when they wheeled you out on the stretcher…" Flynn admitted and closed his eyes. "This is all my fault, I didn't tell him I swear but he's probably put two and two together"

"O-Okay, w-where are you?"

"I'm in the house why?"

"Because you need to move now!" Aaron told him quickly.

"Don't be daft" he scoffed. "He doesn't know where I live"

"He's police Flynn for god sake! He can find out!" Aaron told him when there was a knock on the door.

"A-alright, there's someone at the door I'll call you back" he told him but before Aaron could protest in fear that it was Jason, the call ended…

Aaron sat impatiently for a phone call but two hours later he realised Flynn wasn't calling back. Aaron had no idea that Flynn was lying barely alive in a pool of blood on his kitchen floor.

Sometime during the afternoon Aaron had wandered to the kitchen and broke down in a fit of tears at the thought of something happening to Flynn but most of all to what Jason would do to him when he arrived home. The hours passed quickly, yet slowly at the same time, when he looked up at the clock it was half six and he was sat in the corner of the kitchen. He didn't want Jason to come home, he didn't because he knew what would happen now, he'd belittle him, hurt him, beat him to a pulp then probably stoop so low as to apologise and make love to him, well Jason's version of that lately seemed to a quick rough session then he rolled over and went to sleep leaving Aaron lying there numb and confused as to where his life was going, he was twenty years old, he didn't understand why this was happening, Jason was perfect in the beginning.

Aaron jumped when he heard the front door unlocking, he took in a sharp breath, he didn't dare move, but he was prepared. The front door slammed and he heard rushed footsteps coming getting louder then he stopped in the kitchen glaring evilly at him. "Why?"

Aaron froze, he didn't dare speak.

"WHY!" Jason repeated louder, much louder.

Aaron shrugged. "W-we have a history" he told him quietly. "It just happened, a moment of weakness…he was there and I wasn't having a good few days" he told him with a sigh, realising how stupid the excuse was.

"A history?" Jason screamed as he rushed over and as Aaron's legs were open and apart he forced his foot to him. Aaron screamed in pain and started crying instantly as he slid down the wall into a lying position, holding, cradling his manhood.

"I have a right mind to rip the fucking thing off!" he scoffed. "Not that it's any good anyway!"

Aaron's eyebrows arched inward again and his sobs subsided enough for him to speak. "T-Then why are you with me?"

"Because it's not just about sex"

"No but we've done it a lot so it's just as important and you obviously aren't satisfied!" Aaron screamed. "Hit me again and by god I will fucking kill you!" he screamed again, but not with the desired effect as his voice cracked as he started crying again.

"Aww poor little baby" Jason cooed as he knelt down in front of him then the sound of the front door unnerved him, he never got visitors. "Don't move, don't make a sound or you will know about it"

Aaron forced his sobs to stop and he nodded, obeying him then watched as Jason disappeared to through to the living room to answer the front door.

"What the hell do you want?"

"Come to see Aaron" Cameron said, and his demeanour told Jason he wasn't prepared for any bullshit.

Aaron's eyes widened. "Cameron!" he muttered to himself and he pulled himself to his feet despite the massive pain in his groin and he stayed out of sight.

Jason frowned. "He's not here"

"Well Adam's been asking after him, surprisingly"

Aaron frowned as he listened.

"…he didn't want to come himself so I told him I would, he's at the hospital with Flynn and could really do with his mate back"

"Well he should have thought about that before he started spreading lies about me to Aaron, and I told you he's not here anyway so do one"

Cameron chuckled. "Fair enough, just make sure he gets the message yeah?" he told him as he walked backwards and upon finishing what he had to say he turned and walked back to his van and his only response was the slamming of the front door, which of course he had expected.

"What the hell did you do?" Aaron asked through gritted teeth as Jason re-entered the kitchen.

"Taught him a lesson for touching you, for even THINKING about touching you, the thought of you two makes me sick!"

"Well the thought of you right now all over me makes me sick! I'd rather have Ed right now than you; he was a walk in the park compared to you!"

Jason back handed Aaron and knocked him falling onto the bench. "You will have me all over you, and you will enjoy it, you are with me because you love me so bloody show it!" he warned him as he stepped closer.

"You're right I do Jason but I didn't sign up for this!"

"Tough!" he yelled and pushed Aaron face down onto the bench. "You are going to pay for cheating on me with him, especially him!" Jason raged frantically as he forced Aaron's joggers and boxers down his legs. Aaron simply whimpered. "Please, please Jason I love you and I'm sorry, pl-please don't hurt me"

"I know you love me that's why you're not going to move and you're going to be quiet like the good lad that you are" he told him as he undid his belt and pushed his trousers down his legs.

Aaron whimpered again as one of Jason's hands was squeezing into his waist, his nails digging in, it hurt and what was to come was about to hurt even more.

"Shut up!" Jason shouted as he slapped Aaron across the head…

…

Aaron didn't know where he was at first, but the cold hard floor told him after the haze of just waking began to leave him, the kitchen and living room was in darkness with only a hint of moonlight cast over the wall in front of him, the clock above the doorway to the living room ticked every second, it matched his heartbeat. Shivering Aaron pushed himself into a sitting position and leaned against the cupboard behind him, he drew his legs up into his chest and hugged himself, he felt a little comfort from his own arms and it would stay that way as long as Jason didn't wake up.

When he looked up at the clock again it was four am, he didn't know how long he'd laid on that cold hard floor but it had blocked out the memory of being raped for a while at least, until now again as he was awake. He felt numb, not just because it was cold but because he was physically and mentally numb and it made him shudder, he was in pain, his backside hurt like hell and so did his waist and shoulders from Jason's gripped as he'd held on while slamming his manhood inside of him, any other time, a few days before he'd have welcomed it but now, that night he didn't and Jason knew that, he was violated and his mind was shutting off slowly, very slowly and all he wanted in that darkness there with him was one man. One man who he had never and wouldn't ever let go of, and he'd not thought about him like he used to of late, not out of forgotten because he could never it was because he was with someone who made him happy, how wrong was he? And yes Flynn would have been good too because there were some confused feelings within him for him and because of their encounter several nights before but ultimately he wanted Jackson. Jackson Walsh, the first man he had ever loved. Aaron sighed and looked down at the ground as he sobbed at the memories of his oh so perfect man. "Why aren't you still here?" he sobbed quietly. "You need to save me again" he spoke to the silence in the room and hid his head in his hands and his shoulders jerked up and down harshly as he cried. He was a prisoner he knew that much and Jason was unstable, he knew that now, he knew it and it was all too late, his crying intensified at his next thought – just like he had been warned.

TBC…