Aaron and you had been together a long time now, about eighteen years to be exact. You met him on set for 'Angus, Thongs And Perfect Snogging', while you didn't personally start in the movie you were doing a job as a runner, fetching the cast and crew whatever hey needed, tea, coffee, food, etc.

Aaron took quite a liking to you, finding himself asking you for things that he didn't even need just to have an excuse to speak with you and you took his hints face on and after a few dates you and him got together.

about two years later (2009) you had never expected that you'd be pregnant with his kid, obviously it wasn't planned at all you were both only about twenty years old but you didn't get rid of it much to everyone's surprise and Aaron was absolutely ecstatic, even despite you both being so young he was determind to make it work out.

And so in 2010 you gave birth to his baby girl, marrying Aaron shortly after the birth. Naturally it was a struggle at first, much like any baby especially since you were both so young but as the years passed things got easier and Aaron loved being a dad, he would give anything up for that girl, she was his pride and joy.

It was hard to believe she was already fifteen years old now with you and Aaron both being thirty-five (Aaron coming close to thirty-six soon). Both you and Aaron were honestly a bit scared, it seemed like just yesterday she was all tiny in your arms, but nonetheless sadly for you, you couldnt stop time to keep her like that. Today was a pretty normal Friday evening, Aaron was home for a while since he didn't have any movies coming up to film, you had the day off today and your daughter had come home from school a few hours ago, retreating to her room like usual.

You were sat in the couch, cuddled up against Aaron when he told you he was going to pop to the bathroom which you thought nothing of. Aaron of course made his way up to the bathroom, doing his business and then coming out, on his way back down the stairs however he decided to check up on your daughter.

Downstairs you were minding your business now in the kitchen, preparing to sort out dinner when the muffled sound of shouting caught your attention. At first you assumed you were just hearing things, as far as you knew Aaron had just gone to the bathroom, surely nothing could've happened, right?

As the minutes passed by the shouting only grew louder and louder, you realised this definitely wasn't your imagination now. You set down the kitchen knife, quickly scrubbing your hands off in the sink before making your way up the stairs, the sound of shouting only growing louder and louder, you realised it was coming from your daughter's room.

You narrowed your eyes at this before Aaron came bursting out of the room, a furious look on his usually soft, relaxed face, you'd be lying if it didn't frighten you a bit, the only time you'd seen him look so angry was in the movies.

"You need to control your fuckin' daughter." Aaron growled as he passed you, the way he was speaking instantly had you concerned, Aaron and your daughter NEVER fought, what the hell could've possibly happened for Aaron, who with almost everyone as layed back, to be in such a rage and with your kid of all people.

You were stuck in a pretty sticky situation, unsure of whether to ask your husband what was going on or to go and ask your daughter, deep down you knew that both of them would definitely give you different stories.