Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

Warnette's daughter gets hurt at the hands of Anderson Part 2

Aaron Warner's POV

When my wife and I arrive home, I have an automatic feeling that something is off. Something is very wrong. When I go up to my house, underneath door mat, there's a note. And when I read it.

I almost scream.

It was
My
Father.
He's
Alive.

And. He. Has. My.
Daughter. Emmaline.

I almost laugh. He knows exactly how to make me feel something. He knows exactly what spot to press to make me beyond angry. To make me go to him.

I think my wife Juliette senses something is off to because she says to me, "Aaron." I feel a panic attack driving in but I can't right now not right now. He could hurt my daughter. She's one of my main reasons for living. She's my everything. It's getting very hard to breathe. Juliette knows me too well. She drops the bags of groceries inside and says, "What is Aaron? You can tell me." My mouth tastes dry, "I cannot, love." She asks, "Where's Emmaline?" My head feels very heavy. I grab my wife's face and say, "I cannot answer any of your questions, sweetheart. I'm so sorry. I love you, Juliette. I love you. I'm going to bring her home to you I promise. Don't follow me. Please don't follow me." Juliette exclaims, "I don't even know where you are-" then she stops talking. My wife gasps, "No. you don't mean- where is she? She wouldn't- oh my god. Anderson? Did he take her did he Aaron just tell me. Please." It kills me to say nothing. I can't let her go with me. It isn't right. Even if it's her daughter in danger. I can't put her in danger too. I kiss her on the lips, "Goodbye, love."
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Juliette's POV

My husband is out of his mind if he thinks I won't follow. I know Anderson. Anderson fears my power. He knows I'm capable of doing harm to him. That's why he wants Aaron. I read that note. I won't go right now but I will. I will. Because I know Anderson. And today is my husbands thirtieth birthday. And Anderson was pronounced dead the year I had gotten pregnant with Emmaline. 14 years ago.
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Aaron Warner's POV

I drive fast. I'm way over the speed limit. But I don't care because I know exactly where he is. And I know he has my daughter. I'm almost there when I hear cop sirens. I mutter, "Oh.. s**t."  I do something that any other time I'd regret. I go faster to loose the policeman and I park the car underneath the garage door at the abandoned house of my father, Paris Anderson. I put a tarp over it so the police can't identify my car. I hide my gun in my back pocket. I take a deep breath and climb up the steps. I take one glance at the far off glimpse of my house and go inside the house I thought I had left abandoned in my past. But now my past was coming back to me.
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Anderson's POV
I heard someone enter the house. I hear the footsteps. It's my son. Emmaline hears them too and whimpers, "Dad!" I retort at her, "Emmaline, be quiet." Aaron answers, relief in his voice,"Hey, baby. It's okay. Everything's going to be okay." I hold a hand to my heart, "How touching. But don't make promises you can't keep, son."  Aaron says, "If I come through this door- and you've hurt her so God help me- I will put a bullet through your skull." I open the door for him. Aaron's face is priceless when he sees her.
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Aaron Warner's POV

Anderson looks so proud of himself. He hurt my daughter. But she isn't dead. He looks like he shot her in the upper thigh on her right leg. She's against a table with restraints. Anderson grins showing his teeth," Oh, Aaron. You always say things you'll never actually be able to do." I laugh loudly, "You think I'm bluffing?" I take a step closer to him, "Take her off the restraints. Now." He takes them off. Anderson tells her, "You stay right here." Anderson tells me," You are bluffing. Because you said the same thing years ago as a child. All those nights you said you'd kill me in my sleep. But you could never do it. And you never will. But happy birthday, son." Anderson looks down at my daughter, who clutches her leg beside him, "You wondered earlier today what's the surprise for your father's birthday? Well my dear I will show you what your father is supposed to have every year as a little father son tradition." I turn pale. My skin feel's immediately clammy and I feel like I could be sick. It's like all my nightmares coming true. Emmaline has no clue what it is either. I wish I could spare her. Anderson says, "Aaron. Show us the way to where I show you my wonderful surprise." I want to kill him. I am going to kill him. Anderson locks the door. He says, "Emmaline. Stay over here and don't interfere with our tradition. Got it?" My daughter looks terrified but shakes her head okay. This is the moment of my nightmares. Where I am trapped here again. And I cannot escape. And I am beyond disturbed and disgusted. I hate that this sick and twisted monster of a man- Anderson- is my horrible excuse of a father. He's going to make my daughter watch this too like it's a game. Anderson says, "Get on the floor, Aaron." I kneel on the floor. My father says, "You know what to do next." He slides the whip in his hands across my back with my shirt on. I groan in pain. He does it repeatedly with my shirt on. It hurts less with my shirt covering my back though. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want my daughter to see me like this. I muster all the strength in me to look my father in the eyes. I mutter something I never thought I'd hear myself say, "Please. Please don't. Please stop" I think this makes it worse. Anderson says, "Oh? You're ungrateful? I do this to make you a better man. This is why you are weak."  Emmaline doesn't like the way he is speaking to me apparently because she yells at him, "Dad isn't weak. He's the best dad in the world and he's a better man than you'll ever be you see a monster." This makes Anderson angry. He points his whip at Emmaline instead, "Would you like to join in, girl?" She shakes her head quickly no. Anderson says, holding the whip in her direction, "I would hate to do....( he throws the whip towards her direction)..This." I move faster than lightning to go in front of her to protect my daughter from recurving his blow. She cries out, "Dad!" My back stings with agony. I reply, "I'm okay, baby. I- I'm okay." I slowly stand and face my father, "Do not bring her into this. You just wanted me ." I remove my shirt from over my head. Emmaline gasps when she sees the almost-faded scars against my back from the past. She holds a hand to her mouth in shock. I don't show any sign of emotions to my father. Anderson says, "Yes, Emmaline. Your father has had these scars for many years... it's funny.. has he never told you? Probably because he thought he had escaped his annual birthday gifts." I feel extremely guilty. I protected my daughter from hearing any of this for thirteen years to protect her from him or from my past. I never really wanted this moment. Me repulsing my own daughter. Anderson swings and I thought I prepared myself for impact with the other few blows with my shirt on. But I was not prepared for this impeccable agony. I scream when it hits. Emmaline continues to wail, screaming for Anderson to stop. Anderson taps his lip, "I thought we had agreed years ago, Aaron, that screaming during the presents was not acceptable." I had a glimmer of hope when I have a sense of Juliette nearby. I hope my father didn't see it in my eyes. He does. He registers the sudden lose of hopelessness in my gaze. My father spews out, "Where is she? I know she's here. I can see it in your gaze. I thought you knew better then to bring her here." I respond calmly, "I didn't bring her here." I pull out the gun in my pants pocket. I hold it at his head just as Juliette enters the room. She hold a gun as well. The only probably is Anderson holds one too. Juliette says, "Nice to see you too, Anderson." Emmaline says, "Mom!" I feel Juliette's emotions when Emmaline yells her name. But she doesn't want her emotions getting the best of her right now. Anderson says cooly, my face beside his left ear, "If you shoot me, I will shoot your daughter. Again." Juliette heard the word again. I can feel the anger rising in her she yells out ," AGAIN?!?! AGAIN?!?" That's just a distraction. I know my wife has a plan. Suddenly, I feel another energy in the room. Kenji. Kenji Kishimoto, my somehow best friend I cannot stand.

Kenji's POV

I make Emmaline go invisible. I whisper, "Hi, Princess. I'm going to help save your dad and your mom okay?" Emmaline know me already, she calls me Uncle Kenji because I'm practically her mothers adoptive brother but she doesn't know I can go invisible. Emmaline whispers back, "Uncle Kenji?" I answer, "That's me, kid." Emmaline says, "You're invisible?!?! That's so cool." I smile to myself, "Yeah, it is pretty cool right?" I have to get with the program now. I tell her the plan,"Okay, Emma now I'm going to help you escape while your mom and dad get rid of Anderson." I grab the girl by her arm about to help her walk and she yelps almost. I look at her thigh, "Yikes. That looks like it's painful. Let me carry you, Emma." She wraps her hands around my neck and we escape Anderson'a abandoned home.
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Aaron Warner's POV

Anderson looks terrified when he realizes Emmaline has disappeared. He accuses my wife, "I know you didn't bring that stupid invisible boy." Juliette says, "So what if we did?" Juliette steps closer, "Now, drop the gun, Anderson." Anderson drops the gun. I think he knows that she could kill him if she wanted to regardless. I love my wife. I click the gun to my fathers head. My back stings. It's probably bleeding new fresh scars but all I care about right now is getting rid of him for good. I tell my father, "You could have been a great father if you were different. I could have loved you if you were someone else. But you are not. You let my mother rot until her death when she was sick and you drugged her. You destroyed the one person I loved. And you almost destroyed my family. I would never forgive you for those things. And you are You are a sick and twisted abusive bastard. And I hope you enjoy death, Paris Anderson." I press my finger on the trigger but not completely. I lean to his ear, "Turn around." Paris Anderson turns around to face me. I point it at the center of his head, "This makes up for all the night I wanted to do this when I was a kid. And I made a promise to put a bullet through your skull if you hurt my daughter. And I plan to keep that promise. Goodbye, Father." And Juliette stares in awe and admiration as I press the trigger and put a bullet through my father's skull. I will never receive another birthday present from him ever again. Paris Anderson is dead. And for good this time.
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When he drops to the ground, I crash to the floor. I see the light leave his eyes. Juliette runs over to me and kneels beside me, grabbing my face in her hands. I try not to cry in front of her. It brings back too many flashbacks and emotions I do not want to feel. Juliette, my wife of thirteen years, says to me, "It's okay, Aaron. Shh." I bite back a cry, sputtering, "I am just like him, Juliette. I'm not better than he is. I just killed him." She says to me," It's over now, sweetheart. Don't look at him. He deserved it. You aren't a heartless murderer. What you did was right. I would have done the same, Aaron." Juliette opens her arms, " Come here." I collapse against her and sob. I cry over everything. Over all the never ending nightmares. All the birthday presents. All over the pain he caused me." After I cry for a little while longer, she says, "Let's go home, baby. Because I know he hit you again." I bite my lip, tears blurring my vision. Juliette tells me, "Your eyes are so beautiful, Aaron. You are so beautiful." I tell her, furiously wiping at my eyes, " He did, Juliette. It hurt so bad. He-he was going to hit Emme. He was going to hit her and I took the blow for her then too." Juliette looks so proud, kissing me in the mouth, "I'm so proud of you, Aaron. I promise you I am. Let's go home, I need to fix your back up and look at Emme's wound." I reply to my wife, "Okay, love."
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