Aaron is in college, so you'd think high school bullies are long gone. But they followed him even when he went to a different state. The things they do to him are cruel and nearly unbelievable, and he's unable to stop them. Will it ever stop?
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"Aaron."
I frown. Leave me alone.
"Aaron, baby, wake up."
Woah, what?
"Is he dead or something?"
I scoff and hide my face deeper into the soft pillow I'm laying on. Why am I never allowed to sleep?
A hand rubs circles on my back, making me relax even more. "Aaron," a voice dangerously close to my pillow whispers," we'll start the movie without you if you don't wake up."
There's a beat of silence. I, of course, don't move.
"That's a promise, not a threat." I groan and open one eye, waiting until the blurred colors become figures.
Micah and Seb are looking at me from behind the couch, while Ada is sitting next to me and . . . my pillow, also known as Aiden.
Both my eyes snap open at the realization. I look at him with wide eyes, but he's still deep asleep.
Ada cocks an eyebrow. I blush and rest my head back on Aiden's chest.
"I can't say no."
Micah chuckles. "Well, yeah, obviously. Did you at least enjoy the nap?" he grins.
I flush even more. And that right there is their answer. The three of them smirk.
"We'll set the movie ready, you stay in your nice hug," Seb winks and leaves to the kitchen with Micah.
Ada gives me a small smile, but I read concern in her eyes. "You know," she starts. "If this makes you uncomfortable, you have to tell me. Aiden's asleep, he didn't mean to harass you."
I bite my lip to stop the smile growing on my face. "I don't mind."
She gives me a knowing look. "There's a difference between not minding something and liking it. You didn't mind sharing a house with Ezra and Silas, but you didn't like it either."
The smile on my face is wiped away immediately at the mention of their name. "You know this isn't the same," I tell her. Then I close my eyes again and nuzzle my face in Aiden's chest. I don't want to talk about this anymore.
"Just know that I can wa—oh, hi, Aiden!" she pipes up. My eyes widen. Oh God.
I look up to see Aiden blinking down at me. He's half asleep, so I can still escape. . .
But then his eyes widen too. "God, what—" he mutters. The second I expect him to push me off, to call me a disgusting fag, he just glares at Ada.
"Why did you wake him?" he grunts, pulling me closer. I breathe out in relief, even a little smile playing around my lips. Thank God he's not disgusted by me.
I don't know what would be worse. Leaving his warm embrace or having him scrunching his nose every time I pass.
Micah and Seb plop down on the couch beside us and give me a wink. I blush and try to sit up, because I'll fall asleep again and that'd be awkward, but Aiden grunts again and pushes me back down.
Guess I'll have to stay here then. You won't hear me complaining about it.
"Which movie are we watching?" I ask, no one in particular. They all look at Ada with a sigh. "It's her turn to choose, so expect the worse," Micah grumbles.
Oh. I grin and watch Ada stick out her tongue at him. "Shut it, dumbass. It's your kind of movie." He seems highly skeptical, but he's smart enough to stay silent.
So do I. Ada is not one to mess with. My gaze turns to the TV. I want to put my hands under my head, so I start to move a little.
My hand brushes against Aiden's . . . pants. I still in horror, my eyes wide. That did not mean to happen.
Before he can say something, I jump up and squeeze myself between Seb and Micah. No way am I coming close to Aiden ever again. Not even if I got money for it.
Micah and Seb send me a frown before both of them, and Ada, turn their head at the sound of laughter. I blush until I'm in tomato-Aaron mode again.
Aiden is chuckling now, sitting upright. Thankfully, he doesn't bother to explain to the others and just sends me a reassuring wink.
"So what exactly is your kind of movie?" I croak to Micah, trying to change the subject. He leans back against the coach, his strong arm flush against mine.
I blush even more, if that's possible. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"Horror," he smirks. Oh no. My red face turns white in an eye-blink. I hate horror movies.
He doesn't notice and starts the movie. I shrink back in between him and Seb, pulling the blanket until my chest so I at least have something to hide under.
"Here you go," Ada gives me a bowl full of different kinds of chips. I barely manage to thank her, my veins turning cold at the scream on the screen.
Fuck. I'm not gonna sleep well tonight, I already know. Maybe I can lock myself up in the bathroom in a second?
The smartwatch on my wrist buzzes, making me almost jump up in fright. I glance at it, seeing a message I rather wouldn't get.
Ezra
It's time you come back, fag. They're tired of you already, and we have something to deal with too.
I quickly swipe it away and take a deep breath. They're not important right now. I'll deal with them later. Or never, if I can choose.
But three minutes later, it buzzes again.
Ezra
If you don't answer, there'll be consequences, you know that.
I try to swallow past the lump in my throat and try to focus on the movie, but it's scaring the shit out of me. And I don't ask for another movie, because everyone else is enjoying it.
My eyes shut closed in desperation when my watch buzzes with new messages.
Ezra
Fag
Fag
Fag
FAG
Answer me
Damn, you really like getting choked don't ya
Dw ill go harder next time
Until you fucking die
Bcs we both know u dont deserve to live huh
"I-ah-I'm going to the toilet," I mumble, keeping my head down to not show my glossy eyes. Then I calmly walk until I'm behind the corner of the wall, after which I run to the bathroom.
I lock myself and finally let out my sob. God, why can't he leave me alone?
I wasn't really having the time of my life, but I was safe and happy. Now that feeling is gone, and I can only anxiously wait for the next message. When it comes in, I burst out crying even harder.
