Garret heart was pounding until he felt his back bump into someone he looked up and saw on of his fathers men, "Aaron!" Garret yelled before he was put in a chokehold, he looked at Aaron and saw that he was quickly kicked down, my one of the guys and pinned to the ground as a gun was held to his head.

"Look who's here....Hello Garret" Garrets Dad Said.
"Hi Dad" he spat

The teen wasn't quick enough to save Garret from the headlock, and being pushed to the ground with a gun at his head, Aaron's muscles tensed and his eyes turned cold in a deadly rage. Aaron didn't care if he got shot. The boy broke a rib and strained his arm when twisting the man out of balance. If the man would choose to shoot, Aaron would have been scratched by the bullet and gone deaf at the explosion. His leg was fully healthy to give the man a rather destructive kick to the groin, and grabbing the leg while doing so, he twisted and punched the knee forcefully to be able to stand up. Watching the man stumble away a few feet, Aaron turned in Garret's direction and pierced a deadly stare through his next victim behind the other teen. His strained arm hung limp next to him, using every moment to heal, and his rib cracked and complained as he breathed in the next amount of oxygen he needed to smash the other two men's head in.

"What the hell?!" Garrets dad yelled pushing Garret to the ground to retreating, he got into a black van leaving some of his members and Garret quickly got up and looked at Aaron he saw a hammer and knocked the last guy out then quickly dropped it on him not caring,

"Aaron!" he yelled rushing to him, he looked at him putting a hand underneath his chin looking him dead in the eyes with concern, care, and love for the injured boy, "Do we need to go to the hospital? Are you alright? Aaron I'm so sorry!" he said tearing up a bit, "Come on I can help you walk" he added placing a arm around Aarons neck.

Aaron was glad he didn't have to move anymore when his gentle boyfriend knocked down the last standing idiot, and relaxed somewhat as the teen looked up at him. He painfully started to leave the area with Garret, and chuckled at the shorter teen's attempt at aiding the broader boy. "I'm fine- Don't pull me down, idiot." Aaron's right arm hung still loose not to inflict any pain, and with his left arm he tousled the teen's hair while awkwardly glancing back at the confused and unconscious men; "You ok?"

Aaron mastered the art of hiding his pain perfectly, and seemed like an action figure like rag doll the way he smiled after receiving such a beating.

Garret smiled shyly he was bruised a little and was bleeding on his neck when his father sinked his nails in his skin, he didn't show pain an looked at Aaron, "I-I'm Okay, and I'm not trying to pull you down...Just trying to help...should we call Annabelle? or the Cops? or just wait a while and talk about things?" Garret asked looking at his injured boyfriend he bit his lip and looked away, "I'm sorry Aaron, really really sorry.." Garret said using his free hand to wipe his eyes as they walked.

"It's my fault i'm sorry.." he added.

"Shut your whining...hadn't you been here I'd taken that bastard down gladly...for hurting you. You don't deserve-" the teen wasn't inhuman, and no matter how much he wanted to be, his ribs complained as he talked, making him stop and grasp at his side. Aaron took a moment to recollect himself and used the pause to watch out for a come back. Luckily there were none, but a moment of weakness crossed Aaron's face, yet he looked at Garret and continued more softly; "Call Annabelle to pick us up and drive us to the hospital..." He wanted to speak more, but the adrenaline from the fight started to wear off somewhat, making the pain increase.

Garret pulled out his phone quickly and dialed Annabelle's number, "So Sorry if I'm hurting you. If only I wasn't a midget like boy.." Garret said sighing and talked to Annabelle telling her everything that had happened, "She'll be here in a moment" Garret said but when he was talking to her she was panicking a little, Garret sat down on a bench and help Aaron sit down also. "I'm sorry.." He couldn't stop saying those two words.

Finally finding a sitting position which didn't feel like stabbing his guts, he let out a painful moan and searched the area for the bastards. He was going to kill them the moment he got hold of them, and the thought of revenge soothed the teen. "Garret, shut up...Your sorrow won't help me...I love you..." he said and pushed himself to caress a finger shortly on the other teen's cheek. Aaron's face was white and he cringed weakly when grasping the bench in pain. He let out a chuckle with another painful moan, but as it hurt he stopped.

"Your hurting yourself Aaron don't move!" Garret said biting his lip to fight back tears he saw as cars passed and sounds began to flood his ears, So Easily..They can forget anything and everything around them...Sick Garret thought squeezing his fist tightly and keeping a close eye on Aaron, "I hate seeing you hurt" He said blankly and kept watch for Annabelles car and smiled happily seeing her pull besides the rode and saw them with worry in her eyes and rushed over to them both.

"Aaron! Garret!" she exclaimed and gripped Garret's arm worriedly, then she grabbed a hold of Aaron- completely forgetting his dislike of being touched. Aaron was in no position to argue, however he spoke indifferently and cold; "Some guys attacked us. Garret's bloody father...he got away, three more men..." The woman glanced between the teens horrified when Aaron stopped explaining due to a fit of pain. "Get in the car. Aaron, you alright? Can you walk?"

The teen didn't answer when getting up to place himself in the car. Annabelle helped him over to the front seat and ordered Garret to get in as well.

Once at the hospital, Annabelle was talking to an officer out in the hallway before he was supposed to talk to Aaron. The father would turn up in half an hour. Aaron, lying in the white hospital bed, looked rather misplaced with the white bandage around his torso and arm. The melancholic teen had not been an easy patient: silent, defiant and angry. He was calm now that he and Garret were the only ones in the room, but the cops outside made him nervous. "Last time I saw a bloody cop was- when I was picked up in England...Bloody morons..."

"Aaron Its Okay..." Garret said calmly sitting on a chair that was next to his bed, He was still shocked at what happened today he began to chew on his bottom lip and tapped his feet against the floor in a quick pace and his knee would bounce up, he was also scared of the thought of cops because the last time he saw them was when they found him almost dead in his own house and when he was young taking his dead mother away, his eyes closed slowly and he let out and long sigh mixed with a heavy groan and a harsh mumble under his breath, He slammed his hands on his knees and looked at Aaron with calm cold eyes, "Do you want me to get you something?" he asked.

Aaron wanted to answer that, but telling Garret to bring him a gun was even too cold for him to say right now. Garret had experienced enough guns, and Aaron's hatred against authorities wasn't something he should burden his dearest with. Besides, it would be meant as half a joke. Instead he studied the tired teen for a few seconds until his gaze warmed, and he replied softly; "No, thank you." Then he spoke truthfully serious; "Garret, I don't want you worrying about anything alright? I'll stay with you as much as I can. You're an idiot, but I love you, and no one is coming between us...as long as that's what you wish." Glancing at the cops outside who readied themselves to enter the room, he continued; "I'm gonna be ok, don't worry about me. I want you to go outside when they come in, alright? Get me a soda or something."

"I don't want something to happen between us...hell one day I even wanna-" Garret had a thought pop up in his head as he spoke those words, it was him and Aaron getting married.., he quickly shook the thought out of his head and blinked, "I'll be out when they step back in, Just please don't hurt them, that's the last thing we need alright?" Garret spook softly smiling and getting up to stretch, "Man I need a shower or something I stink of sweat and tears" He groaned letting his arms hang by his sides and leaned against the nearest wall he could find.