Aaron Warner Short Fanfics

Aaron experiences a depressive episode. Part 3( Final Part)

Aaron's POV

I was tied to a chair. My father, Paris Anderson, came into view, holding something in his hands. I try to fight at the ropes around my wrists that were bent behind my back. It was no use. My heart was racing inside my chest as he approached me. I try to appear brave," What do you want? What am I doing here-" Paris hushes me, presenting a cold finger to my lips," Shh, boy. I didn't instruct you to speak..." I gulp and shut my moth and let him talk. My father smiles crudely and says," Today.... I'm going to show you what bad..... reckless behavior gets you.... Aaron.." I try to shift against the chair but my father quickly claps his hand and a soldier tightens the rope around my wrist. I grunt in pain. I say," Father- please- I'm sorry-" I feel a mark across my left cheek. Anderson slapped me in the face, my face stinging from the impact. I don't cry. My father says to me," You are a rebellious man against me, son. And you are nothing like me no matter how I have raised you to be like me. That cannot go unnoticed." He steps closer. I say, hating hearing his disapproval and disappointment," Father, I'm sorry... I'll... I'll do better...." Anderson says," Mm.. no matter how you try you can never be like me." That comment stung. Inside my heart, all I wanted and every have craved was my fathers attention and affection. Paris reads my mind and says," I bet you would do anything to earn my affection.... And my attention. And for my approval...." I swallowed hard, biting my cheek. My left cheek still stung from being slapped earlier. Suddenly, the look on my father's face changes. He gets closer and reveals what was in his other hand. His whip. I gulp. I try to not let the fear show as I say slowly," Father-" My cheek was also stinging from pain. I didn't need the whip too. Anderson gets closer to me and then

suddenly,the scene changes.

And then Anderson glances at me with something like regret in his eyes. I audibly say," F-father?" He looks at me. The words fall out my mouth. Anderson says," I'm going to untie you and you are to let me look at your face and wrists, got it?" I respond with a surprised," W-what?" Anderson replies," Don't ask why." I don't say anything. My hands felt like trembling as I felt him shift the ropes off my tied wrists. I swear a strange piece of my chest was heating differently as his hands, for once, didn't feel completely cold and calculated. I don't know if the unfamiliarity scared me or comforted me. I rubbed at my wrists as he brought them off. They were red on the sides. I bite my cheek in pain. He watches me in curiosity. Then he clicks his tongue and says to me, gazing at the table besides us," Okay. I need to look at your.... injuries.. get on." I look at him with a look of confusion and defiance and a little bit of dread. Anderson says," I'm not arguing with you, Aaron. Get on the table.." I fearfully climbed on the table, letting my legs dangle over the sides. Anderson watches my reaction as I tense up as he takes a step closer to me. He says, touching my chin, pulling it up slightly and I flinch at the touching, "Stop being so jumpy, Aaron.. I'm not going to hurt you.." I frowned as my father continued and said," Not this time..." Anderson says," I can read your mind you know..." I frown, jumping out of my thoughts," What?" He says, again," I know what you are thinking. You want this... my attention... my affection... my... appreciation...." I hesitated as he offered me a side glance," Am I wrong, Aaron?" Eventually, I shake my head. He was spot on. I say," I-is that so bad- I'm a nineteen year old boy- I just- just want-want my father's love is that so hard-"Anderson quickly hushes me and jumps on the table besides me, pulling me towards his chest. I swallowed hard but let him pull my body towards his. He runs his hands through my golden blonde hair soothingly. I tense up at this unexpected thing. I wanted to escape the situation but I didn't want to leave it at the same time. My father says," I know this is difficult for you, Aaron... but I need you to look at me..." I shake my head. I couldn't right now. Anderson runs his hand through my blonde hair again, saying gently, but firm," Aaron..." I sigh and shift and force myself to gaze into his usually sharp blue eyes. My eyes were sharp and green. His were sharp and blue. Like my brother Adam's. I looked more like my mother did than him. Anderson says," I'm not going to hurt you anymore...." I knew he wouldn't. In reality, he was dead. Because I knew deep down, this was part of my subconscious mind. I was asleep dreaming all of this. If this was real life, I would be hurt. This was both a nightmare and pleasant dream. Anderson asks me," Let me see your cheek, Aaron.." I turn the left side of my face towards Paris Anderson. I curse under my breath as he takes a gentle touch to my left cheek with his fingertip. He scowls at me, his tone firm but soft," Don't use such crude language, Aaron... it's not intellectual..." I flush, embarrassed " Sorry, Father-" Anderson brings out antiseptic wipes and wipes the left side of my face. And after, he actually comforted me as he cleaned it by choice. But that all ended when the dream shifted to my worst nightmare of all my nightmares: the birthday presents. By memory, the last one was when I was eighteen. My back was a broken mess from his terrible gifts. The dream shifts to me, crutched over, clutching my back and side as he was crouched over me, hitting me. I would beg for his help or for a bit of remorse but never received it. I feel the sting of the whip from the dream, the recurring dream came every once in a while, like a reminder of how much of an effect he had on me when he was alive. Finally, I wake up, sweating and panting like a dog. I gasp for air and my girlfriend, Juliette Ferrars, was already up. I pinch at my shirt, feeling too sticky and hot. It was getting hard to breath. I couldn't get my hands to move my shirt off or say words. I was stuck in a trance. She says to me," I'm going to take off your shirt okay, sweetheart?" I nod. It was like she knew what I was thinking. Juliette helps me slide my white t-shirt over my head and disposes of it on the bed beside us. I ramble knowing she's probably thinking I'm crazy," I-it was my-my father- " My breath sounds wheezy and hitching by the second. She has to be thinking I'm insane. I know she was already concerned for me for earlier today and what I did yesterday. She says," You got to breathe, Aaron... you don't have to explain. It's okay. Just breath with me..." I nod and try to match her steady breathing and try to focus on her calm reassuring eyes. I slowly inhale a breath then exhale. She smiles at me, "That's it, Aaron.  That's good.." After my breathing was under control, I still didn't want to talk about it but I knew Juliette would want to know. My girlfriend says," Babe, I need you to tell me what's been going on, yeah?" I look at her and lick my lips and say, finally, after a lot of hesitation," I've been having nightmares of my father...." She rubs my shoulders," Oh, Aaron...." I blink a few times as Juliette asks," Have they been reoccurring ones, babe?" I shake my head up and down. Her hands find my own, her skin tender and soft against mine," You could have told me, Aaron.." I curve my eyebrows down," I know, love. I'm sorry- I should have told you..." Juliette says," Can you tell me what happened with you and your father in the dream, baby?" I wanted to hide under our bedsheets and not reveal the answers to her but I didn't. Instead, I slowly nod," Yeah... I can tell you..." I adjust myself in our bed as I start running my hands through my hair as she gently peels the covers off of my sweaty body. I explain to my girlfriend," The reoccurring dream is always when I turned eighteen....the birthday presents he would give me." I glance at my hands against hers, before looking away to her face," And... he um... hit me again. I begged him to stop... just like I did when he was alive... in real life. But before  the dream shifted to... that... it was actually... I guess... what I wanted from my father." I blink tears, looking away, clenching my jaw," What I never got...." Juliette massages my hand with her thumb," Which was?" I swallow and respond with," His affection and attention..... he- he even told me he knew that's what I wanted... and that I needed to let him... attend to where he had slapped me... he said he knew it was....." I clench my other hand into a fist to resist the urge to dig my fingernails into my leg," Difficult for me to be in his presence... so close.... with him giving me his attention without consequences...." I stop speaking before my emotions can get the best of me. Juliette leans towards me and says,"I'm sorry he never could give you the love you deserved, Aaron...." Both of us knew that that part of my nightmare was just a figment of my imagination... of what I wished our relationship would have been like.  I run my hand across my sweaty chest and then my hair. Juliette makes a note of this and says," Hey, baby..." I tilt my head at her," Hm?" She tells me," I want to give you some care today.... how about a cool bath.... how's that sound?" I didn't want her to have to go through this trouble for me. I say," Love, I appreciate your efforts very much but it's still early morning- I don't want to burden you with my-" My girlfriend, Juliette, quickly hushes me with a soothing 'Shh' to my lips. I sigh. I knew she had her mind set already. I attempt to reassure her ," Baby- I don't need anything from you. I'm alrig-" Juliette interrupts me, with a small warning tone to her voice,"Aaron." She was basically saying I needed to cut the crap because she knew I wasn't alright. I give a deep sigh and lean my head back against my pillow. Juliette leans towards my head and kisses my temple," It's okay to not be okay......" I whisper softly," But... what if something is wrong... with me. I don't like feeling this way, love..." My girlfriend snuzzles her forehead against mine and says back," I know you don't. There's nothing wrong with you, Aaron. You are a good person...." I shake my head in denial," No... baby.. I'm a terrible person.... I would have turned out just like him it it weren't for-for you.... I don't deserve your love or your kindness. I n-never have and never will.... I don't know why you don't choose to leave me... you -y-you should-leave me..." My girlfriend holds my face in her hands," Aaron Warner. Stop that- you are a beautiful selfless person who does deserve my love and minded. In fact, you deserve much more than just that..." I retort," Selfless, love? Me? No... you don't understand... I'm not selfless, Juliette. I'm a selfish person. I've always done things for my own benefit.... for no one else..." Juliette counters," No you aren't... you used to be. But you aren't now, Aaron...." She references my father as she speaks," You were only selfish then because of him...." I sigh, knowing deep own she was probably right. Juliette kisses my cheek," I'll run the bath..." I couldn't respond so I just pursed my lips and nodded. I hear the water in our bathroom running as my girlfriend had got up and turned on the bathtub water. I closed my eyes momentarily waiting on her to come back to our bed. After a minute or two, she does. Juliette says," Come on, baby. This will cool you down, trust me, Aaron.."  I sigh one more time before I reluctantly arise from our bed and follow behind her to the bathroom. When I'm in there, I'm astonished to find my favorite scents of shampoo and body wash sitting on the edge of the counter and the bathtub filled with cool water. She knew me so well when it came to my soaps. I start to peel off my shorts, my sweaty palms sticking together. Juliette says," Let me help you, Aaron.." I nod and drop my hands and let her do it instead. She does. I take a step into the tub and it isn't too cold but not hot either. I put my other foot in and lay back against the bathtub. I lean my head back, closing my eyes for a second. Juliette says," I'm going to sit on the side... so you aren't crowded..." I nod even though I wanted her near me. She said," Hair first, Aaron. Close your eyes so I don't get shampoo or water inside your eyes..." I close my eyes like my girl says to do. She massages shampoo into my soft golden blonde hair, I close my eyes tighter when she pours water across my hair, making water drip down my face. Her laughter is music to my ears as she smiles and giggles at my hair that was now soaked. I smile at her as she carefully maneuvers my hair out of my eyes. Her eyes twinkle from smiling and laughter as she says," I love your hair, Aaron.. it's so blonde and handsome..." I rest my chin against her hand that's leaning against the side of the tub and then I plant a small kiss to her hand," Thank you, love..." And then, guys, for the rest of that morning, she takes care of me. I loved how her only focus was me. It could be us against the world. If Juliette Ferrars was here with me, caring for me and sheltering me with her never ending love, I'd eventually be alright.