Sometimes I remember that they did a silly 2015 Christmas photo of the Dingles which includes Gordon of all people, and it's set up like it's the ol' classic family tension between him and Aaron and Chas. What if horror was mundane and just part of your family holidays
I don't like that Robert has Aaron's story to Kev for whatever reason but we also don't know much so I'm gonna wait and see what's going on.
Also, I know we didn't see much of reporters or any newspaper mention in Aaron's abuse story, but maybe there was something about the case on tv or newspaper that Kev saw, and once he saw Aaron's pics he remembered?!
I don't know I'm not saying it's an excuse but maybe Robert didn't tell him word to word maybe he just asked if Aaron was the same person on the news or something and Robert just confirmed it?!
“Don’t ever say that name in front of me again, do you understand?” Aaron's face was red - the result of his anger.
Robert could only watch, searching Aaron’s eyes for an explanation to his outburst, too shocked to do anything else. He had learned to anticipate a lot of things with Aaron, but this reaction at hearing Gordon's name was not one of them.
As Robert looked on, Aaron’s expression changed to one of surprise. He then looked down at the floor and mumbled, “Forget about it,” before rushing upstairs to his room.
Robert was left stunned at the bottom of the staircase, as he listened to the slam of Aaron’s bedroom door. He considered chasing after him but nothing good ever came of it, so he resolved to enter the kitchen and have a cup of coffee while he mulled over the conversation.
Meanwhile, in his room, Aaron had locked the door to his bedroom and was frantically pacing and glancing about for something to calm him down. His eyes lit up as he remembered the razor blade he kept in his dresser. Pulling open the top drawer, he shoved the shirts that were in there aside and slowly picked up the blade. This’ll work just fine, he thought to himself.
After flipping the blade over a couple of times, briefly lost in his thoughts, Aaron sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled his left pant leg up. He looked at his leg and then the blade, considering if he really wanted to go through with cutting into his flesh once more. Deciding he did, he pressed the cold blade into his thigh.
Aaron hissed at the pain it brought, but it was a welcome pain; physical pain to distract from the mental pain of his memories. Warm blood ran down his leg but he was no longer looking, his attention instead directed at the ceiling. His mind was empty, no thoughts ran through it anymore. The energy he previously had was dissipating through the blood that was coming out of his growing wound. Aaron felt nothing.
Holding his leg down, he was slashing away at his it as if he was trying to destroy it - destroy the part of him related to Gordon.
By the time Aaron had stopped, he was lying back on his bed, too tired to hold himself up any longer. A while later, there was a knock on his door.
It was Robert’s voice. “Aaron, let's talk about this! Explain to me what I said wrong!” he yelled through the door. After thinking it over for an hour, Robert still couldn’t figure out why the name made Aaron so upset; the only way to find out was by asking Aaron himself.
Upon hearing the knock, Aaron sprung up like a jack-in-the-box toy. Too out of it to notice the pools of blood at his feet and on the bed, he pulled his pant leg down and began standing up, readying himself to open his bedroom door. No shortly had Aaron stood up, however, that he then collapsed to the floor with a grunt of pain. Adrenaline wasn’t going to be enough to get him to the door, not with the amount of blood he had lost.
"Aaron! Aaron!! What was that thump?! Are you alright?!" Robert tried opening the door as he shouted, then pounded on the door and jiggled the doorknob as he realized it was locked. Distress was beginning to mix with the concern in his voice. "Aaron!!"
Lying on the floor, Aaron could feel the onset of blood loss symptoms setting in, closing his eyes in response. After a few seconds, he opened them again.
“Aaron!!! Open the door!” Robert was still banging on the door, but Aaron was barely aware of it. The room was starting to spin and his breathing had increased. He tried to stand back up using his bed, but collapsed again. “Agh!” he exclaimed, flinching with the pain caused by both standing and falling.
“Aaron, what’s going on in there?! I can help if you let me in!” Robert was relentless. Aaron sounded like he was in pain and Robert wasn’t going to just leave him there like that.
Settling for crawling, Aaron weakly got on his hands and knees and slowly began moving towards the door again, his limbs shaking. Two steps later, his arms and legs gave out as he fainted.
Soon after, there was a loud slam as Robert managed to force the door open by throwing his weight against it enough times. He rushed in, looking around for Aaron. A glance towards the bed told him his initial intuition was right. Another glance in front of the bed told him where Aaron was.
“No, no, no, no!” he said, as he raced to Aaron’s side. He felt for a pulse in his wrist, only to discover it was weak. Robert then gently rolled Aaron onto his back and began looking for injuries. It didn’t take long before he spotted his left pant leg, covered in blood.
“Aaron, what did you do?” Robert whispered.
He rolled the pant leg up and saw the jagged, crisscrossing wounds in Aaron’s leg, still pushing out blood. In a state of panic, Robert took off his shirt and used one hand to apply pressure and another to call for an ambulance.
“I’m here Aaron, I’m here! Everything will be okay!” he said to Aaron, although he was more trying to reassure himself. He wasn’t completely sure what had happened here, but his suspicions told him this wouldn’t stop until Gordon was gone.
