All For the Game Oneshots

The Trial Tapes

Tw: mentions of past SA, abuse, and death.

It started like any other day, with the foxes doing normal practice. First they ran, then did stretches, went through drills, the normal things.

About half way through practice the Co-captains were merciful and gave them a five minute water break.

Aaron refused to admit it out loud, but Josten was doing a good job. Wilds of course was a great teacher, and together they were leading the foxes to another year of being victorious.

It was nearly the winter banquet, passing the first anniversary of the horrific event in Columbia. It had been one year since he learned the truth if his twin's childhood. One year since he killed the man who hurt Andrew.

Aaron liked to say he didn't lose sleep over it, that the bastard got what he deserved, and he did get what he deserved, but the night haunted him regardless.

His dreams turning into nightmares quicker than the racquet had came down on Drake's head. That usually wasn't in the dream, but all the blood was. Aaron hated it.

His trial happened two months ago, it had been closed, no cameras despite the famous athletes it involved, and only himself, Andrew, Nicky, and Neil has been in the court room. Everyone else wasn't allowed to go.

Aaron didn't even want Katelyn there, she was waiting for him afterwards. Waiting to pull him close as he cried as he was told he was clear of all charges. Waiting to give him soft kisses and reassurances that he had done the right thing and even the law agreed.

It had been a long, and tiring two months.

He acted normal, or what was normal for a fox, he went to practice, all his classes, more practice, homework, games, therapy sessions on Mondays with his brother (they switched days so Andrew could have solo sessions), his own private sessions on Thursday mornings, played exy, partied in Colombia. Repeat.

Schedules helped, and he was glad for the distractions. Glad that he was a medical student and was learning a bunch of information at once, that the school stuff took over his mind and thoughts rather than the nightmares that plagued his sleep.

Aaron Minyard was tired, especially on this normal afternoon. Monday classes and his therapy session left him exhausted, drills left him dead tired. But they needed everyone at their best for Friday's game, so Aaron fought the sleepiness away.

He was practically inhaling his Gatorade when he heard a scream come from his cousin, this wasn't one of Nicky's over dramatic over some gossip scream or him getting threatened scream. This was pure shock and anger.

Aaron turned to see his cousin glaring down at his phone, tears beginning to stream down his face as he looked at whatever wad playing.

Aaron heard noises but it was too low to hear the audio.

Immediately Nicky's head shot up and looked at Aaron, then back at the phone. Sighing, Aaron ran over there. The other original foxes heading that direction as well.

The new foxes looked concerned, but didn't know what  to do.

Aaron looked at the phone and swore.

His own face was on the screen, talking to a judge.

"I walked into the room after Neil kicked the door open, I was still holding the Raquet."

"This is the racquet used to kill Mr. Spear is that correct?"

"Yes."

"Continue."

Aaron felt ill,his voice describing in detail what he saw, the blood.
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All of a sudden he wasn't on court anymore.