Love is Hard Clay X Reader

Torture

Aaron was chained to a wall, his mouth being gagged.  His bow and headphones were hanging from the opposite wall, but he couldn't even stand.  He pulled at the chains, fear coursing throughout his body.

Whiperella laughed.  "Good luck, green knight.  Lance told me you feared having nothing to do, so I'm leaving you here in the dark to, well, torment yourself."

She slithered off, leaving Aaron alone in the dark.  He pulled the chains one last time before looking at the corners of the wall in front of him.  Then, he began to panic.  His mind began yelling at him, telling him he was stupid and useless.  Tears formed in his eyes as he closed his eyes and thought of when he was younger.

Flashback~

The young boy was sitting on the couch, looking at the lamp he broke while running through the house.  His parents would come home any minute and yell at him like they always did.  Soon enough, they walked through the front door, laughing until they saw the lamp.

His father glared at him with a hateful gaze.  "Aaron, did you run in the house?"

Aaron smiled shyly.  "Yeah."  He put his headphones on, listening to some pop music.

Aaron's father ripped them off of his son's head, throwing them on the ground and stepping on them.  The young boy cried out, but stopped himself as his father glared even more.

"How does it feel to have your things broken?"

Aaron sat there, staring at the remains of the headphones.

"Well, answer me, god damn it!"

Aaron's mother lightly touched her husband's arm.  "Dear, Aaron is still a child.  He doesn't know any better."

He pushed her away, grabbing his son by the shirt and dragging him to his room.  He threw Aaron on the ground, making the boy grunt as he hit the floor.

"Just sit there and do nothing.  If I hear you move or play with something, I'll break that, too.  Alright, Aaron?"

The boy nodded, looking at his feet in fear.  He heard the door close and lock behind his father.  His mother didn't even try to stop him.

Aaron brought his knees to his chest, resting his chin on them.

"You're so stupid, Aaron.  Dad's mad at you now.  Mom isn't even helping this time.  You're useless, too.  You couldn't even answer his question."

He cried as he heard his parents talk outside his door.

"Maybe we should've kept the girl instead.  She might've been better for us," his father said.

His mother scoffed.  "I wish we could've kept them both, but you didn't want two kids.  I'm going out."

The man snorted.  "Where to?"

"To get Aaron a new pair of headphones.  He deserves better than a father who doesn't even explain what he did wrong to his own son.  When I get back, I'm talking to him.  He is not staying in there all night."

Aaron could hear his mother's retreating steps and his father's angry stomps.

He was alone.  The darkness seemed to be everywhere.  It scared the young kid.  He couldn't stay still, but he made himself sit on the floor and close his eyes until his door opened an hour or two later.

He grabbed his mother's hand as she sat on the floor beside him.  She wrapped her arms around him, kissing his head lightly.  His new headphones lay a foot away, but he hugged his mom and cried into her shoulder.

"I'm sorry."  He repeated this over and over. 

Present~

He sobbed quietly, tears streaming down his face as he looked back at the corners.  He balled his hands into fists as more tears fell.

"Well, looks like you broke him," Jestro's voice sounded.  Aaron didn't listen, though.  He kept hearing his father's yelling voice.  His headphones being broke.  His father throwing him to the ground.  His mother being there, but no one was.

No one is.  The thought of that made him sob harder into the air.