I wish you would write a fic where... Aaron is the one figuring out that Rebecca has ben lying (about how much is up to you)
I hope this is what you were thinking…
Whatever Made You What You Are – I Blame You
Her evil words had twisted inside Aaron all the way back to the Mill, and the wound of Robert’s betrayal was reopened, fresh and bleeding.
Aaron knew she was wrong about them. Knew that the only person Robert had ever been true with was him. Yet, still her words picked him apart, slipping under his skin. They pulled on threads of doubt, that had been woven back when he was the one sneaking around with someone else’s husband.
Fate, karma, or just dumb luck, whatever had brought him here, wouldn’t be changed. Robert had got Aaron through some of the darkest times of his life and every step taken had been supported and surrounded with love.
And still her words itched and tingled.
He tried to shake them off with each step closer to home and each step away from the horror that was her presence.
He knew one thing without a doubt. Rebecca was a liar. She might not realise it, but she was definitely lying to Aaron and if she wasn’t aware, then she was lying to herself as well.
Because she could swear it till she ran out of sound to utter the words, but she wanted Robert and she wanted Aaron out of the way. Of this he had no doubt.
Resolve strengthened his will, one thing in this mess was clearer than it ever had been. Robert Sugden loved him and Aaron would not question it again.
Every step, a tattoo of facts that swirled inside his head – Robert saying he didn’t remember what happened, Robert passing out, Rebecca being so sure that her baby was Robert’s even when she’d been letting Ross chase and catch her all around the village.
He needed more fact and less fiction, the only problem was he wasn’t going to get it from her and he feared that Robert didn’t actually know.
Slamming into the Mill, Aaron found Robert sitting on the couch, his head in his hands. He looked up at the fury of sound Aaron made with his arrival.