Robert & Aaron : Don't Be An Idiot & Run! [Discontinued]

Chapter 1 ~

Chapter 1 ~

Aaron's POV ~

I huddled myself in the corner of my so lovely - sarcasm inserted here - boyfriend Alex's apartment bedroom.

The bedroom wasn't the problem, he was. I'd always said don't judge a book by its cover but he... he was not the nicest guy around.

When I first laid eyes on him in the gay bar, Bar West, he was, I had to admit stunning. You'd think he was a dream, an angel.

How wrong was I...

He was the only man I'd been interested in since my boyfriend's passing five years ago. I'd never thought I'd pick up another man.

Again, how wrong was I...

He had a suave accent, perfect white teeth, tanned but not too much, muscles but not over the top. His hair was golden and styled with a quiff but what I loved most about him was his cheeky smirk that would make women and men swoon.

I'm not saying I pick these qualities in all men but he.. he was just, like I said, a dream.

But how wrong was I, months into our relationship he became violent, nasty, this suave and charming side was a put on, a façade.

He'd beat me black and blue until I passed out on the floor, I woke up in the morning in pain like tonight.

I was hardly touched, romantically I mean, sex was rough, painful, disgusting then he'd push me to one side. I knew he saw my scars, my imperfections but he never gets rid of me.

I'm trapped.

I could leave right now but I know the consequences, he would find me and make me pay.

I haven't seen my family in weeks or maybe months? I don't even know what date it was. I hadn't been to work in that time and I was trying to save what money I had left.

I shook quietly to myself imagining all these things before sniffling and rubbing my runny nose with my black hoodie sleeve.

My eyes welled up with tears before slowly trickling down my face onto my cheeks. I wrapped my arms around my legs tightly before resting my head in my knees and sobbing heavily.

A minute or two later, I calmed myself down and breathed heavily before putting a hand through my short, sweaty and greasy hair, making it stick up in odd angles before zoning out and leaving me staring at the floor with blurred vision.

I shook my head to stop myself daydreaming and I shifted to my left and started resting on the wall although this was a bad choice as pain shot up my side and in my head making a trickle of sweat roll down my forehead or was it blood? Sweat and tears were undeniable to each other now on my face.

I shifted my head to Alex's bedroom door as I heard a loud bang echo somewhere in the house and I flinched and then....

....Silence.

A uncomfortable silence filled the house or in other cases, a comfortable silence. But I knew Alex wouldn't be gone for long, he never is.

The only sound that was heard was by me, my heavy breathing and sobs were choked and pained.

I sobbed once more before scrambling up from the floor, partially unstable so I gripped the bed covers tightly, holding on for dear life.

I looked around in the dim lighting and groaned. "Where the fuck is my wallet?" My voice raising suddenly with annoyance, whilst moving my hand across the bed. I squinted my eyes trying to take in the dark.