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As soon as he left, Aaron searched the living room for Darrel lurking about in the corners. But all he could see were groups of people he didn't know laughing and drinking, chatting together. Aaron checked his watch again, Jackson had been long enough. Getting to his feet, he decided to go look for him. No doubt he most probably got chatting on the stairs with somebody. He couldn't take Jackson shopping into town without spending half an hour chatting to people he knew when they bumped into them.
On his feet he could work out just how many beers he had had. He didn't realize how many as he sat there chucking them back trying to calm his nerves. But now he could feel the affects they had on him. The young mechanic was slightly unsteady on his feet and vision was a little bit wobbly as he climbed the stairs. He couldn't see Jackson at all as he dodged the people sitting on the stairs and on the landing. There were several doors leading off from the landing. He had to admit Sophia had quite a large place for a twenty six year old. But then she most probably had rich parents with a name like Sophia Andrews. Careful not to fall over, Aaron made his way to the first door and opened it to pop his head round. Nope, no sign of Jackson in there, it was empty. The second and third rooms didn't have Jackson in them either.
Getting a little peeved that he still couldn't find Jackson. On the fourth door he swung it open. The room was dark so he couldn't see a thing. Out of no where he could feel hands sliding around his waist from behind. Jackson? He went to turn round to see if it were him but then he felt himself being pushed into the room and the door slammed shut behind him. He couldn't see a thing inside the room and his heart began to race as he tried to work out where he was and who he was with.
"Jackson?" He asked unsurely, his voice shaking slightly. Please don't let it be Darrel, he thought. He hadn't seen him downstairs at all, and he was sure nobody was following when he went upstairs. Maybe it was just Jackson playing a joke on him, he tended to do them a lot. Like when he was helping him out on the roof at Dale Head and he took the ladder away because he knew he was scared of heights and just wanted to see him panic. He was cruel like that.
Whoever else was in the room didn't say anything; they seemed to fiddling about with the door, locking it or something. It only helped to raise the panic currently rising in Aaron.
Aaron began to stumble around the room, blinking his eyes to make them adjust to the darkened room and trying to find a light switch or a lamp. He wanted to know who else he was in there with.
Suddenly he was grabbed from behind again and forcefully turned around so he was facing the captor. He recognized the harsh grip on his arms, the way they had once before left bruises on his skin. He tried to wriggle free, his breathing quickening as he began to panic even more.
"Like I said, I told you I'd see you around." Darrel spoke, inches from his face.
Aaron flinched backwards, turning his head away, anything to get away from the older man.
"Hey, don't be like that." Darrel whispered as he started to press kisses up his neck and along his jaw to his mouth. He tried to turn his head again to the side. He didn't want Darrel to kiss him, he made his skin crawl.
"Jackson will be looking for me." Aaron warned trying to sound as threatening as he could muster.
"I doubt it, he downstairs laughing with a bunch of mates." Darrel hissed before continuing to kiss him roughly. Aaron tried to struggle free again, lashing his head from left to right, using his arms to push Darrel away.
"Let's not have a repeat of last time." Darrel told him, as he shoved him backwards hard. He hissed as he back made painful contact with the wall behind him. Darrel still had a firm grip on his shoulders, his nails biting hard into his skin. All he had on was a shirt, it wasn't much between him and Darrel.
"Just got off me!" Aaron roared, trying to push him away with all his strength. It was like pushing at a brick wall. Nothing could move him.
He didn't see the back hander coming his way, it rocked his whole body to the side. For a moment he was seeing black spots, his head throbbing as he held the side of face with one hand. He blinked a few times, before Darrel roughly pulled him back towards him and against the wall. If he could see in the pitch black he would have been able to see the menacing look across Darrel's face, he looked livid.
"Now, are we going to play nicely or will I have to do that again." Darrel warned him.
Aaron remained quiet glaring at him in the dark. He breathed in deeply, trying to calm the ever growing anger and panic building up inside of him. Jackson was just downstairs, surely if he shouted he would hear him? But the music was too loud, he could feel it pumping through the upstairs floor. No way would he be heard over this. He couldn't make a run for it like last time, he'd locked the door and he was sure he was stumble over in the dark with the amount of alcohol he had consumed. Why couldn't he have just stayed downstairs with the others?
He made his mind up. He wasn't going to down without a fight. Darrel would have to really fight if he wanted him. He wasn't going to have any of it. He wasn't going to take whatever Darrel served his way. Taking another deep breath, Aaron used all his strength to push Darrel off of him. He heard the older man stumble backwards before he lunged towards what he thought was the door to the landing. He prayed that he'd left the key in the door.
"Oh no you don't." Darrel threatened behind him as he grabbed hold of his shirt and swung his fist towards his face.
Completely off guard, Aaron was knocked stunned for a while. It took a while to shake the disorientated feeling from his head but by then Darrel was already shoving him towards the bed. He could taste blood in his mouth as landed on his back onto the bed. He could feel the mattress dip either side of his hips, as Darrel kneeled with each leg either side of him, straddling him and making it so he couldn't move. Darrel was twice the size of him, so he could easily crush him if he wanted.
"Darrel, No!" Aaron cried as he felt the older man biting along his collar bones and neck.
He could feel Darrel laughing against his skin. It made his stomach turn violently. The older man didn't stop. He continued to harass the younger man and started to unbutton his buttons. At least this time he wasn't ripping his clothes off of him. He had yet to bin those clothes, he'd been lucky enough for nobody to find them yet at the bottom of the laundry basket.
"Darrel, please. Stop! Please Darrel." Aaron begged, wiggling underneath him. He felt trapped again, he couldn't get out. He could feel his breaths coming shorter and quicker at the realization that he wasn't going to get away this time. He really was going to be raped, Hardman Aaron livsey.
He tried to imagine something else, like his and Jackson's holiday to Lanzarote. He didn't want feel Darrel's painful bites across his skin, the way his breath felt against him or the sound of him unfastening clothes. He wanted to block it all out. Pretend that he wasn't there, that he was on a beach abroad with Jackson drinking beer and bickering like old men. It didn't work he could still feel Darrel there. He'd managed to work Aaron's shirt off of him and was now tackling his belt. The belt he'd nicked off of Jackson earlier. He tried to push Darrel away again, the fight from earlier returning.
"What did I say. . ." Darrel said, leaving the threat hanging as he clenched his hand round Aaron's throat and trapped the air from escaping from his lungs.
He could feel the strain on his lungs, they burned as he tried to take a breath in. But he could feel himself turning red as he struggled to breath, Darrel's grip only getting tighter the more he fought. He wasn't going to let Darrel do this to him. He didn't deserve this! He tried one last time to push Darrel away, he was becoming weaker. His vision was starting to blur as he struggled to breathe.
Defeated, Aaron lied still, hoping that Darrel wouldn't strangle him much more. He was dying for a breath air, his lungs were screaming for it. As he hoped Darrel finally let go, allowing Aaron to greedily gulp at the air. But it didn't stop him from undressing Aaron; he whipped the belt from Aaron's trousers and dropped it on the floor. Aaron felt like he was going to be physically sick when Darrel's hand slipped under his waist band and held on. He felt more than violated.
Darrel swore under his breath when he heard Aaron's phone go off. He hoped it was Jackson looking for him. He went to go get it out of his jeans pocket, but Darrel stopped him half way. Holding his wrist tightly in one hand with his other he searched in Aaron's pocket, pulling out his phone. No longer holding onto him.
"Don't need any distractions." Darrel told him before he threw the phone at a wall. He could hear it smash to pieces on impact. His one hope of Jackson finding him was gone.
"You make me sick." Aaron hissed underneath the older man. If he could piss him off so much then maybe he wouldn't want to anymore. He didn't want to be touched anymore.
Darrel just laughed.
"Is this how you get your kicks then?" Aaron spat. "Getting drunken teenage boys on their own so you can take advantage."
"You want this Aaron." Darrel told him, defending himself. "Don't try to turn this round on me."
"You're mental!" Aaron shouted. "Who would want this? Want you?"
It earned him another blow to the head. It took him longer this time to come to again. He was even more confused than before. He must have been out for a minute or so because his trousers were undone and around his thighs but he still wore his boxers. He looked around the dark room trying to see if he could find Darrel. He wasn't straddling him anymore. It should have relieved him to know he wasn't on top of him anymore, but it unnerved him even more. He didn't know where he was. He pulled his jeans up around his hips and buttoned them up before trying search for his shirt. He felt dirty again, anything could have happened to him while he'd been out of it. He wanted Jackson. He knew it was too good to be true when he couldn't see Darrel in the room. It didn't take him long to find the door, but like before, just as he was close to getting out and to Jackson, he felt a hand wrap round his wrist. He was so close, so bloody close to getting out. He wasn't going to let this man from stopping him. Grabbing whatever was closest to him he picked it up and swung round.