Prompt: Prompt where Aaron is actually showing some emotion after Kaz gets arrested, and he's taking it out on someone or something
A.N.- Sticking this in the Conversion Academy prompts because...I have nowhere else to put it, really. Also, I'm super sorry, because this did not come out how I planned it at all yikes
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Aaron Kizziar sat perfectly still as his father yelled.
"Did you make him do it?" Brett Kizziar demanded. "Look at me, Aaron. Look at me. Kaz might have kleptomania, but he would never break into the high school and steal their money like that. He's not that kind of boy."
Aaron wondered what kind of boy his father thought Kaz was. Then he decided he didn't care what his father thought.
"His poor mother," Brett said, shaking his head. "Well, Aaron? What the hell did you have to do with this? You might be wildly out of control, but I raised you better than to steal. I raised you better than to make someone else steal."
When Aaron didn't respond, Brett grabbed the back of his neck and shoved his head down. Brett looked furious, desperate.
"Aaron, what did you do to that boy?" he snapped.
Aaron considered his position. Then, he forced his head up, and punched his father in the face.
"Aaron," Nicole Kizziar said in shock.
Brett stumbled back, rubbing his jaw. He looked furious, but one look at his son's face stopped him from advancing at Aaron.
"I didn't do anything to that boy," Aaron said. He picked up a glass, looking it over. "If I got my hands on him now, though, well..." He whipped the glass at the wall, where it shattered.
His mother put a hand over her mouth, fear in her eyes as she looked at her son. Yes, yes, everyone looked at him in fear. He was a monster. They branded it into his mind, over and over again. The pain of it had faded, a familiar burn.
But Kaz. Kaz didn't look at him in fear. Kaz didn't call him a monster.
Kaz had promised Aaron that he'd stay.
Kaz had lied.
Aaron picked up another glass and whipped it at the wall. Anger screamed through every inch of his body, his expression swallowed up by the fury. He saw his father push Bruce behind him.
"He made his own choices." Aaron grinned, so dark, so deadly. He was an infection. He slipped into lives and ruined them, nice and slow. He thought of Kaz and smacked a water bottle off the counter. "We all make our own choices. His were piss poor. He wasn't ready to steal that yet. A fool to the end, that's all Kaz Warrick is."
No one knew what would happen to Kaz yet. He'd been arrested for his most recent theft stunt, and he was in a lot of trouble. He'd broken into the school and attempted to rob it. He would most likely have a permanent record now.
"Fucking fool," Aaron snarled, smacking everything off the counter, throwing anything he could get his hands on, overwhelmed by the heavy feeling in his chest. Fool, fool, fool.
He thought of kissing Kaz. Then he thought of wrapping his hands around Kaz's throat and threatening to cut off his air. He wasn't sure which image was more pleasing, and it pissed him off even more.
"Damn fucking fool," Aaron said, throwing a jar at his feet and watching it shatter, the shard lying all around him.
"Aaron," Brett said in alarm, holding a hand out. "Don't- Don't move. Don't step on the shards."
Aaron curiously put his foot on a pile of shards, putting pressure on it until it hurt. He grit his teeth and pressed his food even harder against it.
"Stop it," his mother whispered. "Stop, Aaron, please. Brett, make him stop. He's going to...god, he's bleeding, make him stop!"
No one could stop him. He wouldn't let them. He'd let Kaz stop him, and now Kaz was gone.
He backed off the shards before his father could move any closer to him. "Come near me and I'll cut you too. Since Kaz isn't here, you can be his replacement. Now back up."
Brett slowly backed up, unease in his eyes. "Aaron, please, you need to stop."
"Don't tell me what to do," Aaron said, backing out of the room. He went up the stairs, aware he was trailing blood with every step.
"Aaron!"
Bruce caught up to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Aaron, he'll probably just be put on probation, or community service. He's still a kid. They won't send him off to jail."
Aaron spun around and smacked Bruce, hard. He gripped Bruce's shirt, grinning as he pulled his brother close.
"You don't know shit, do you, Brucie? And I didn't ask for your input. He can rot in hell for all I fucking care. He. Can. Rot." Aaron shoved his brother backwards, against the railing.
Bruce glared defiantly, and if he was anyone else, Aaron would've pushed him right over the railing. "I know why you're angry, Aaron. I know."
"You think you know," Aaron corrected. "I'm angry I wasted all that time grooming him and he slipped his leash. An ambitious mutt put in his place by the cops. Good riddance to him."
Aaron went to his room and slammed the door. He opened it and slammed it again. Then he punched it, so hard he let out a hiss of pain.
He punched it again. And again. And he thought of Kaz, and punched it harder.
He'd promised. He'd broken his promise. Aaron had let him get too close, and now Kaz was twisted, wrong. Just like Aaron.
Why did Kaz betray Aaron? Why waste his breath on so many promises he wouldn't keep?
Aaron yanked a keychain out of his pocket, a meaningless thing Kaz had stolen for him. Aaron curled his fingers around it, but it was the one thing he didn't throw.
"Fuck," Aaron said, clenching a fist around the keychain and punching his door again. "Fuck, Kaz, fuck."
He'd promised to haunt Kaz, but now Kaz was haunting him. That bastard. That lying, backstabbing bastard. Why had Aaron ever listened to him?
Aaron sank to his knees, digging his nails into his palm, the keychain peeking through between his fingers. Kaz should've listened, should've kept his promises. Aaron would've put him to good use and kept him away from the cops.
He wanted to hit something. Preferably Kaz. But Kaz wasn't here. Kaz was sitting somewhere with handcuffs on his wrists.
Aaron grabbed his phone, but threw that, too. Fuck Kaz. Fuck his free laughter and his easy smile and the way his hands shook when he kissed Aaron. Fuck his promises of staying with Aaron. Fuck his ego and his lack of fear when he stood in the presence of a monster.
Aaron slipped the keychain in his pocket and got to work destroying his room, desperate to get this anger out. Hoping if he punched something hard enough, he'd forget about Kaz Warrick.
But Kaz lingered in his mind, and the keychain was a heavy weight in his pocket. Aaron was a monster, but Kaz was a ghost, a whisper haunting every thought screaming through Aaron's mind.
He punched and threw and screamed. But Kaz lingered on, and no matter how much Aaron clawed at his own skin, he couldn't dig the memory of Kaz out.
