Snow battered the wing of the jet, which was ice cold. Snow was slowly starting to pile up on the slanted wing and the wind howled under the dark grey clouds. Aaron had to calm himself down. He was currently pinned down under the belly of the jet, the very heavy weight of the jet crushing him but thankfully, a few trees under the jet made the weight possible to bear. This was one of Aaron's lowest moments so far. He was in the middle of the Canadian wilderness, in a deadly blizzard, under a jet that was possibly going to kill him. Aaron wasn't sure what would kill him first. The jet, the cold, or the wolves. The jet was jet black, sticking out like a sore thumb in the snow. It was sleek, shiny, but ruined. It was ice cold and it was starting to become unbearable since the cold metal was pressed up against Aaron. He shivered uncontrollably under its touch and his heart was about ready to tear through his chest. The blizzard was terrifyingly cold. Snowflakes cut through the air like bullets and some even landed underneath the jet where they were tainted with blood. The wind roared loudly against the jet, making it sound warped. The cold in the air pressed kisses through Aaron's clothing, making his skin tingle from the feeling of being numbed by the cold. He could no longer feel his ears and if he did, he'd imagine it felt like someone straight up bit his ears off. Then, he could hear actual howling, the type of howling that was different from the wind. The howling was gruff, loud, and smooth like the soothing voice of a mother. The howls sounded much more like an animal, not the wind, and Aaron pieced the puzzle quickly. Wolves. He strained his ears to listen to the soft crunching of snow and the sound of panting. They were wolves and that's what scared him the most. These things could kill him, drag him out under the jet and tear him to shreds, not that he didn't mind. He couldn't feel anything. There was no doubt that he had hypothermia. Aaron would've never thought his Christmas would end up like this.
Two hours earlier...
Thomas, Hercules, Alexander, James, John, and Laf were Aaron's boyfriends. James, John, and Laf were in Canada for work and Hercules, Thomas, Alexander, and Aaron were going to see them this Christmas. It was Christmas Eve, about 11:08 p.m when Hercules, Thomas, Alexander, and Aaron boarded the private jet that would take them to their loved ones.
Aaron was sitting down, reading a book while he went over what happened during his one month stay with only three of his boyfriends.
Alexander and Thomas fought much more often. They fought over little things. Aaron personally hated all the yelling because it reminded him too much of his uncle. Way too much. He would usually hide away from the world in the guest bedroom and there were many nights where Aaron was too terrified to sleep in the same bed with Alexander and Thomas, afraid that they would turn on him and yell at him. During each time, they tried to make him go to bed but Aaron profusely refused. He cried himself to sleep most of those nights and had nightmares.
Hercules comforted him but he was distant. Aaron hated it. Aaron was fed up with the silly excuses of Hercules working on clothing. Aaron or Thomas were the ones who usually dragged him down to eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner. Most times, Hercules was found awake past midnight and Alexander would have to send him to bed, sometimes with the help of Aaron. It terrified Aaron that Hercules wasn't eating or sleeping enough.
Then, there was...Aaron. Aaron wasn't really himself when Laf, John, and James left to Canada for work business. But, he still kept up with his usual activities such as reading, writing, or cooking/baking. He comforted Alexander and Thomas when the two fought and tore Hercules away from his work or even helped him with what he was working on since Hercules taught him a few things. Aaron found it harder each day to stay inside of his safe zone. Each day, he'd have to go somewhere such as the park or the zoo just to clear his head. He found it harder to interact with others that he didn't know very well and it was starting to take effect to life at home. He'd stumble over his own words whenever speaking to Thomas, Alexander, or Hercules which gave him a stutter. Nightmares re-occurred nearly every night and he'd wake up with a scream or some form of terrified noise caught in his throat. He was starting to become insecure about things such as his weight or what others thought about him.
