Your dad was in short a horrible man, growing up you had learnt to fear him for God knows how many reasons, mainly the fact he would physically and mentally abuse you constantly, and what had made it worse was that no one had ever helped you, naturally leaving you with a lot of baggage and trauma.

Due to your daddy issues ever since you could remember you had always found yourself attracted to older men, you were literally drawn to them, searching for the validation that your sad had never given you.

When you became an adult you got with one older man, although it hadn't been what you expected, he was cruel almost like your father and eventually he left you, and it happened again, and again, and again, until there was Aaron.

Aaron was about 14 years older than you and you'd been a fan of his for quite some time, you found his movies even becoming a source of comfort for you at your darkest points and of course you found him gorgeous, although you had never imagined you'd end up with the man. It was almost comical how cliche the way you both met was, he had been in a coffee shop and you had accidentally bumped into him, of course you recognised him instantly and one thing led to another and now you were his, and he was yours.

For the past six months you'd been living with Aaron, and for a while you felt better in a way, your trauma wasn't in the way...up until today.

The night had come quick, Aaron had gone to bed leaving you alone in the living room, finding yourself drifting off. As you slept however you were greeted with a nightmare about your dad, the entire experience sending you into a panic in your dream and in your physical body and when you finally woke up you completely burst into tears, your heart pounding against your ribcage.

In a panic you did the only thing you could and went to Aaron, practically throwing open the bedroom door, the wood slamming against the wall which made Aaron jolt awake instantly, sitting up and looking at you with concern.

"What- what the hell happened?!" He asked, concern evident in his voice as he took in your distressed form, your legs shaking, your breath catching in your throat and your face stained with tears.

"Y/n sweetheart, what's happened?" he repeated, his tone softer this time to try and not stress you out even more.