Aaron (28 page)

SPENCER: Fuck, Aaron. I never thought that about you, and I bet you are imagining most of the reactions you get. When I saw you that first time, I wondered what the hell could have happened to you to make you act like that just from a hand on your shoulder. I wanted to help you.

AARON: It could just be because you are more empathetic than most.

 

SPENCER: It could. But it does not matter, because you are stuck with me now.

AARON: Oh no.
Spencer laughed, loud and long, which made Aaron smile.

AARON: How do you know how to laugh if you can’t hear other people laugh?

SPENCER: It is like sneezing, I guess. It just comes out. For a long time when I was a kid, I felt self-conscious about it and about other sounds that I would make because I never knew if they were right. My aunt worked with me for a long time until I felt comfortable with things like laughing, clapping, word pronunciation and dialect, and even belching. Social niceties are learned, and a lot of them are learned through sound. It is amazing what hearing people take for granted.

AARON: You’ve worked really hard to compensate for being deaf. SPENCER: Which is surprising, since I am totally lazy. ;)

“You are not lazy,” Aaron said through his laughter, and without thinking about it, pushed Spencer’s shoulder. When he caught sight of Spencer’s surprised face, he jerked his hand back. “Sorry.”

Spencer shifted on the couch and pulled his leg up beneath him so he faced Aaron.

SPENCER: Do not be sorry. I do not know why you can touch me without having problems, but I think it is some kind of breakthrough for you.

AARON: I think it’s because I’m doing the touching. When people touch me, it just takes me back to that place. When I touch someone else, it’s under my control. I just never thought about doing it before, and I really never thought I’d like it.

Aaron realized what he’d just admitted, that he wanted to touch Spencer, and his stomach tied in knots. Spencer wasn’t gay, and straight guys didn’t like other guys touching them. While he didn’t think Spencer would beat the crap out of him for it, he couldn’t imagine that Spencer would invite him to just rub on him whenever he wanted. His thoughts were confirmed with Spencer’s next instant message.

SPENCER: I am going to go check on the egg rolls.

He nodded at Spencer because there wasn’t really anything to say. When Spencer came back a few minutes later with a plate full of egg rolls, soy sauce, and a couple of sodas, Aaron didn’t bring up the subject again. Content just to be in Spencer’s company, he ate quietly. Spencer wouldn’t be able to read his lips while he had a mouth full of food anyway.

“Do. You. Want. To. Play. Another. Game.? I. Have. Tons.. Dad. Seems. To. Think. Stuff. Compensates. For. Being. Deaf.,” Spencer told him with a shrug, causing him to look around at all the shiny toys in the rec room with a new perspective. Aaron’s father did well and provided the family with what they needed, but he didn’t think they had the money for all the extravagant stuff sitting around in Spencer’s house. Just in this room alone, Spencer had every gaming console on the market, a state of the art desktop computer, a laptop, two huge flat-panel televisions, an iPad, and his iPhone—and that was just in plain sight. The furniture, lush and expensive, looked practically brand new. Aaron wondered if they had just bought it, or maybe if they never used it. The room had a stiff, unlived-in look, even with all the toys. Even the house itself was an extravagance. Spencer had taken him on a tour the last time he was over, and they had five bedrooms for just the two of them.

“It’s so quiet here. With my brothers, our house is always total chaos,” Aaron mused.

Spencer’s expression turned wistful.
“What?”
“I. Wish. I. Had. Brothers..”

“So, next time, let’s play at my house. My brothers would love to play.” Aaron’s voice swelled with his excitement. His mother would be ecstatic. She liked Spencer, and she’d love for Aaron to have someone over just to hang out. His brothers liked Spencer and had already invited him back to play.

“I. Would. Like. That.. It. Gets. Really. Lonely. Here..” “Your dad never seems to be home. Is he gone a lot?”

“He. Goes. To. A. Lot. Of. Conferences.. He. Is. Saving. The. World.,” Spencer said with a snort, but something about his demeanor seemed off. Aaron wasn’t sure if Spencer was outright lying or just holding something back, but he decided to let it go. Spencer grabbed his laptop and started typing.

SPENCER: It has been like that for the last year or so since he stopped taking clients. He is gone a couple of weekends a month, and sometimes for a few days around them. That is why he keeps having to schedule out your therapy sessions around his stuff. Like you don’t have a life too.

AARON: I don’t have a life. The stuff he’s teaching me, like the video games and the breathing exercises, they’re helping. I haven’t had a bad trigger lately, but the little stuff I’m able to breathe through.

SPENCER: Good. You know if there is anything we can work on together, all you have to do is ask, right? I want to help.

AARON: You are helping. I honestly feel better since we became friends. I’m getting out of the house. I’m living, even just a little bit. It’s been so long since I had something to think about other than what happened.

SPENCER: Think your brothers would be up for a bit of play this weekend?

 

AARON: I’ll ask them, but I know I would.

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HISapp is fantastic, boys,” Dr. Mayer told Spencer and Aaron as they all stood huddled around Spencer’s laptop, playing with the new interface. “The Twitter API isn’t all that user-friendly, but you’ve even worked in their native security module. You’re definitely getting an A, but what are you going to do with it now? I haven’t seen anything like this on the free download sites.”

“We’ve been talking about putting up a download site and then linking to it from all the major free download services. At least it will be something for Spencer to put on his resume. Especially if it takes off and becomes kind of popular,” Aaron commented as he flipped to the next screen to show Dr. Mayer the interfaces he’d built for pulling random songs or files worked on for tweeting.

“What about your resume, Aaron?” Dr. Mayer asked, his voice quiet but kind. Aaron didn’t look up immediately, but his fingers stalled on the touchpad of Spencer’s laptop. Spencer looked between them with confusion clear in his face. He hadn’t seen what Dr. Mayer said because he’d been watching the screen.

“I’m not capable of working, Dr. Mayer,” Aaron said, and then let his voice drop to a whisper. “I can’t be around people.”

“What if you didn’t have to be around people? I was thinking about asking you to TA for me next semester. I could e-mail you the stuff you need to grade or set up. You wouldn’t need—” He stopped abruptly as Aaron began to back away from the small table where they all stood. A look of hopeless fear crossed the instructor’s face, and Aaron could only imagine the expression on his own. The room had started to get smaller at the very mention of the job, but as Dr. Mayer tried to coax Aaron into accepting, something pulled the air from it as well. He couldn’t breathe and it was hard to think with the blood pounding in his ears.

“Aaron?” Spencer asked, but Aaron just shook his head.

“Ask Spencer, I can’t… I just… I….” He turned around and smacked headfirst into a tiny Asian boy coming into the room for the next class. Aaron screamed, and the other boy’s face went from angry to frightened in an instant. He knelt quickly to grab his fallen books as Aaron’s legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Spencer knelt right beside him on the classroom floor. Reaching for Aaron, his hand froze in midair when his friend cringed away like Spencer would hurt him.

“D…. Don’t…. Don’t touch….” Aaron stammered, and Spencer, whether because he could read Aaron’s lips or just assumed, moved back several inches to give his friend space. Aaron stayed in the room enough to see the hurt flicker through Spencer’s eyes before everything changed and he was in the garage.

“What a freak,” a voice said somewhere outside the perimeter of the echoing, empty garage. The voice, however, didn’t echo, and neither did the next voice.

“Clear the room, right now. Everyone out.”
“Aaron. It. Is. Okay..” Another voice said, and that voice took the edge off the blinding fear. He was scared. So scared. But the feeling seemed to warble, like an out of tune radio.

“What. Do. You. See.? Aaron., Tell. Me. What. Is. In. The. Room..” Some part of Aaron’s mind recognized that Spencer was trying to ground him, but he could see nothing but the garage. Insulation peeled and hung down from the ceiling in ragged sheets above his head. Water damage stained the brick walls which had once been painted white. The blue trim had faded long before he and Juliette lay helpless beneath it. His body ached, and the concrete under his mostly naked body chilled him bonedeep. He tried to look around, to answer the voice’s question, but the shoe on the back of his neck made that impossible, so he answered the only way he could.

“Blood. All I can see is the blood.”

“I. Do. Not. Know. What. To. Do..” Spencer’s voice sounded helpless, just like Aaron. Soon, the knife would slice across his neck, and the end would come. Juliette’s agonized screams echoed though his memory and broke his heart all over again. “Please., Aaron., Just. Breathe..” The sound of exaggerated breathing reached him, even in the garage, but he couldn’t feel the breaths on the back of his neck. Throughout the whole horrible ordeal, he could feel their breath on the back of his neck when they were on top of him. He always felt their hands as they held him down; he couldn’t feel them now. As he took deep breaths, matching the ones he could hear from Spencer, the flashback started to recede back into the darkness.

It took several minutes before he understood with absolute certainty that he was in a classroom.

Humiliation burned in his face when he saw not only Spencer, but Dr. Mayer sitting on the floor with him. If he reached out with his right hand, he could touch Spencer. Dr. Mayer sat a little farther away against the wall near the door. Thank fucking Christ it was Friday, and he wouldn’t have to face either of them again until Monday. He wanted his mother with the fiery need of a five-year-old lost at Disneyland.

“Careful,” Dr. Mayer said as Aaron sat up and put both hands on his throbbing head. The look his professor gave him in that moment slid down

the scale from concerned to pitying, the longer Aaron sat there. He couldn’t stand their pity—especially Spencer’s. The look on his friend’s face made hot coals fire up in his stomach. Bracing most of his weight on the wall, he slid up into a standing position.

“Maybe. You. Should…,” Spencer started, but before he could finish, Aaron had burst through the door and taken off down the hall toward the parking lot where his mother would be waiting for him.

He just wanted to go home.

 

Aaron

 

Chapter Sixteen