HIDDEN PAIN 𐦍 GarrothXReader

37| Drowning is easy

     It's dark out when I have dinner ready, having three plates set out instead of two just in case Sierra decides to join us. 

She didn't come yesterday like she said she would, and all day I've been waiting for her, but so far I haven't heard anything.

   "Aaron!" I call him down. I tried making Saltado de Pollo, a Peruvian dish that an old foster sister tried to teach me, and I think I did okay. 

I'm scared for the chicken though, I always have this fear I didn't cook it all the way through. 

  "What'd you make?" He walks into the kitchen. 

  "Uh, a Peruvian dish called Saltado de Pollo," He sits at the table. 

  "Where'd you learn to make this?" 

  "Where do you think? Foster home of course. A pretty diverse set of homes I went through; learned traditional dishes from some families. The majority of my Spanish comes from having to learn what the heck they were saying when they yelled at me." I scoff. 

  "What?" He looks up.

  "Nothing." I quickly answer. 

After placing Sierra's dish in the microwave, I take mine and sit in front of Aaron beginning to eat, slowly.

   "So are you going to tell me what happened?" I give him a confused look as I place some food in my mouth. "About Gene?" I stop chewing when he says that, 

I told him yesterday I would tell him tomorrow. It is now tomorrow.

Now, Aaron always hated Gene. He never trusted him and never liked me around him, so I can see why he wants to know.

But to tell him could bring him into a rage. That I don't want to do.

  "He started selling drugs. Hard drugs. I didn't want any part of that." A lie coming from out of nowhere. But believable because of his background. 

  "Ok-" He aggressively stands from his seat, causing me to jump. 

My heartbeat picks up because I know we're about to get into an argument. "Please, I am begging you, tell me the truth. I am tired of your lies. They may have worked for other foster families, but unlike them, I care."

  "Why? Why do you care so much?"

  "Did you forget the conversation we had before your panic attack? You and I, we're the same, we understand each other and I can't lose you. I can't. Now, what did Gene do to you, tell me before I call Aph and get her to." He threatens. I stare him down, taking a deep breath.

  "You can't freak out. Promise?"

  "Promise." I squeeze my eyes shut.

  "He tried to..." Aaron raises his eyebrow. 

Suddenly, I am very uncomfortable and can't seem to find the words.

  "I'm waiting for the reason I should go kick his ass." He says this jokingly, but will sincerely mean it if I manage to spit the truth out.

I fiddle my hands, bite my lips, tear at the inside of my cheek, I do anything other than talk. Sensing something is off, Aaron grabs my hand; my body stopping all movement. "Tell me. It's okay." My eyes find the table, and I spit it out.

  "He touched me," The atmosphere becomes heavy; heavy, and tense in a way that makes me wanna cry. "He tried to... rape me..." Everything becomes real. 

The expression on his face completely changes from supportive to deadly serious. It scares me. "I-It's okay though because-" He slightly turns in the seat, taking away eye contact. "Garroth and Laurance already took care of him! He hasn't messed with me since then-"