Only five minutes later, he was down on the floor with Aerial's high heels pressing deep on his chest.

"He's not even crying, he must like it." Aerial looked up at the guy that Aaron learned to be called David.

"Maybe he's a masochist. Press harder." He said to her.

"Hey you, you like this don't you? What a disgusting piece of shit." she removed her heel and crouched down. "You're an embarrassment you know that? I'm sure Simon is only keeping you around cause he pities you. After a few weeks, he'll be more than likely get bored and just throw you out. You're nothing special to him or anyone. You need to start knowing your place, hear me little twink?" She kept her eyes on him as she spoke and pulled Aaron's hair once again for him to face her. "Look at me when I'm speaking!" She bellowed, landing a harsh slap on his right cheek.

"Hey Aeri." David called, looking at his cell phone. "Looks like they need you to finish the shoot." He said to her.

"Right." She nodded and turned her head back to Aaron. She stood up and kicked him in the stomach, causing him to bite his lip to keep himself from making any noise.

"What a waste of time." Aerial blew another kick before smirking and walking out of the office with David.

After he heard the door close, he curled up into a ball, still keeping himself from crying. He managed to get up, but every part of his body ached like crap. He grabbed on to the arm of the sofa and sat down to catch his breath.

He found a bathroom and cleaned his face up to get rid of the hand marks that were imprinted on them. Good thing he had worn a dark coloured shirt because none of the blood from the Aerial's heels scratching his chest were showing. The only problem was struggling to walk without limping or groaning from how much his thighs hurt.

Nonetheless, he was able to pass Simon without questions asked as they headed back home around seven in the afternoon.

He immediately dashed to his bedroom, letting Simon know he wasn't too hungry and just need to rest.

He sat down and leaned his back against the bed. He just wanted time to stop so he could scream at the top of his lungs, cry as loud as he can and let his emotions run wild but he knew he couldn't.

That's when his eyes trailed to his closet across from his bed. He stood and slowly made his way, pushing all the clothes away and staring at the mysterious door he had discovered the night before.

He has hesitant, but after a few minutes of contemplation, he just shut his eyes and twisted the doorknob, pushing the door open.

He opened his eyes and they landed on a very strange environment. First of all: lots of stuffed animals! Shelves filled with pretty books and toys and soothing pastel colours covering the entire room, Aaron was lost in how adorable the place looked.

He didn't want to, but he walked in and closed the door, having a better view of the entire place. The carpet was very soft, and once again, so many stuffed animals! The books were all children books, and the small white boxes that were layered on the counters had cute pacifiers, others had bows and hair pieces, and others had all sorts of little accessories. On top of the cupboards, lines of sippy cups and baby bottles were lined up neatly, and did I mention that the room had so many stuffed animals?

Because it had so many stuffed animals!

After exploring the little room, he sat down at the cute little table set and wondered. "Did he have a kid?" He questioned. I mean, why else would a twenty-one year old man need a playroom for?

Maybe he used to have a child. Maybe he had a wife and they divorced so he and the kid were separated and so he locked the room to forget.

His mind was filling up with theories on what could've happened to this mystery child he had created. "There's a possibility the child passed away...!" He quickly covered his mouth after that, surprised that he would even consider such a tragic thing.

He was planning on asking Simon about it at first but then the realisation that he had entered the room without permission hit him and he decided to just keep it to himself.

He was in the room for about thirty minutes or so and had already forgotten that he had gone in there to cry. Now he was bouncing a cute little ball on the wall with a stuffed Totoro in his lap.

He decided he should end his little fun and get out. It was kind of nice. It was as if he had just left the cruel and merciless world and had yet again found himself and peaceful wonderland with no worries or responsibility.

He closed the door and pushed the clothes back to cover it before throwing himself on the bed and letting his body sink into the mattress.

He was beginning to fall asleep until he heard a soft knock at the door. "Aaron? I'm coming in." Simon said and seconds later, he opened the door and stepped into the room.

Aaron lifted his body up and sat on the edge of the bed as he watched Simon approach him with his cellphone in hand. He looked sort of angry and irritated.

"I-is everything okay." Aaron asked, his body feeling a bit tense all of a sudden.

"I think I'm the one who should be asking you that." He replied and sat down next to Aaron. "Is...did anything happen while you were at the studio?" He eyed him, a mix of concern and annoyance in his eyes.

He began fidgeting with his fingers and tried to avoid eye contact. "N-no. Everything went great. I had fun." He spoke a little monotoned.

Simon sighed deeply. "Look, if...if you ever get hurt or mistreated in anyway, don't be afraid to let me know okay? I don't know what I have to do to let you see how much I worry and care for you." He said to him, placing his hand on his shoulder. "I got an email from one of the monitors at the studio and he found something quite interesting that was happening in my office." He went to his cell and pulled up the video.

Aaron's eyes widened and he looked up at Simon. "I'm sorry." He shifted his body to him and brought his head down.

"Why are you apologising. You were the victim in all this so I don't want to hear that from you." He said. "I'm really mad at you right now you know that?" He added.

"I'm really sorry." Aaron's bottom lip quivered, he hated hearing those words come out of Simon's mouth.

"I hate that you smiled at me like when you were clearly hurt. I'm more mad at myself for not realising that you weren't okay." He placed his cellphone to the side and pulled Aaron into his chest. "Please...next time just tell me when you're hurt. I wish I could but I really can't figure these things out on my own. I just wish you would trust me just a little bit." He consoled while rubbing Aaron's back slowly.

Did Aaron trust Simon? Of course he did. But he was also bound by his past misfortunes and was afraid of getting too attached. He thought if he did, then Simon would somehow disappear because that's how his world worked. Whenever something good appeared, something else would occur out of nowhere and snatch that little piece of happiness away.

He was too afraid of losing him so he didn't want to get to close with him. He didn't want to make any memories with him, he didn't want any of that. He knew it would all once again become a fragment of his memory he could never return to.

"Simon." Aaron called to him and the man pulled away a bit to look at him. Aaron wrapped his hands around the older and snuggled his head deeper into his chest. He could hear the man's heart beat, it was so rhythmic. "I trust you."

Simon smiled to himself and pulled him even closer, running his fingers through the boy's hair.