Saving Aaron Pt.2 {Continued} BoyxBoy Just A Little More Time

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Aaron's POV

We were both a mess, holding each other and crying. The worst part was that we couldn't leave. Although it was wearing off, we were still drunk, if not then hungover. And we were way too tired to drive. We were screwed until tomorrow... technically later today. That night had to be the worst night for both of us.

"Mm, Aaron?" Dylan mumbled. I patted his head and pulled him closer.

"Yes?"

I felt him tense up as he began to speak, "I love you."

"And I love you." For a while, everything was perfect. I was so naive.

When I awoke, Dylan was shaking me. I sat up and put my shoes on. I took the keys from my back pocket and took his hand. Quietly, we went downstairs. We got into the car and I stepped on the gas pedal as hard as I could. We finally got to his--Our house and we got out. I burst through the door, but quickly stepped back out.

"D-Dylan.....something is wrong...." The table was flipped and the couch was ripped up. Broken pictures were everywhere.

He stepped in and cried, "Not--Not again....they--they're fighting..again......" His parents fought?

They seemed okay, I mean, I hadn't seen his dad as much...but they seemed normal. I couldn't picture his dad doing this. I felt really bad, I didn't want to say or do something to make it worse.

"I'm sorry, Dylan. I don't know what to do, I--"  He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my cheek.

"It's okay, Aaron. Let's just go find my mom."

So we walked upstairs, hoping for the best. That's not at all what we found. What we found was NOT the best, it was quite the opposite. What we found wasn't an okay Mrs.Cabello.

It was a dead corpse, right in the middle of dylan's room. Bloody, and lifeless. An image that would never go away

Something neither of us would ever forget.

Someone that cared for him, and took me in on such short notice, someone that finally gave me a safe home. Gone.

We would go to court the next day.

Then only 2 hours later, watch Dylan's dad be sentenced a life sentence.

A week after that we would go to Mrs. Cabello's funeral, even though I hate funerals.

And I would go up to see her one last time, even though I hate dead bodies.

She looked like herself. She didn't have cuts or blood on her like that horrible day everything changed.

She was beautiful, like always. And she was peaceful.

Too bad when someone dies, it's the dead people that are peaceful, not everyone else.

And as Dylan touched her hand on last time, a tear slipped down his cheek, followed by another

Then we would go back to the house, and Dylan would hold me as we both cried.

We would go to sleep. Together.

Except we wouldn't. We couldn't.

Dylan was crying the whole night.

"I'll be right back. I'm going to the bathroom."

So I waited. And waited. Then a few hours later, I went to go check on him.

And see the horrible things he did. And now I sit here wondering if he'll make it, or if he will leave me.