Donโt Imagine Aaron Minyard
Donโt imagine two year old Aaron Minyard putting himself to bed because Mommy is busy doing shots to reruns on television.
Donโt imagine Aaron at three, being left alone because Tilda didnโt have time to find a babysitter and went so work anyway.
Donโt imagine Aaron trying to climb the shelves in the pantry to get something to eat.
Donโt imagine him falling, spilling stale Cheerios across the floor, and not telling Tilda his wrist hurts because heโs afraid he will get in trouble.
Donโt imagine Tilda having to take Aaron with her on a vacation with her new boyfriend because the sitter wouldnโt watch him until she got paid.
Donโt imagine that boyfriend being annoyed that Aaron dares to exist, to intrude.
Donโt imagine them putting Aaron in the bathroom of a crappy hotel so they can have sex.
Donโt imagine Aaron covering his ears because they donโt try to be quiet, tryin to fight back tears because itโs scary and the tile is cold.
Donโt imagine Tilda yelling at Aaron because he messed everything up. Again.
Donโt imagine that string of boyfriends teasing ten-year-old Aaron, making inappropriate and cruel jokes while Tilda laughs like itโs funny.
โHowโs he going to get pussy if he canโt even reach the top shelf?โ
Heโs ten. He only partly understands the meaning, but heโs somehow ashamed anyway.
Donโt imagine twelve-year-old Aaron coming on vacation again with Tilda when she doesnโt want him there.
Getting called โAndrewโ for the first time by a cop he doesnโt know.
Donโt imagine the stinging slaps for โtalking to that manโ and getting him involved in their business.
Donโt imagine the first time Tilda beats Aaron until heโs beggingโ until his face bruises and blackens. Not the first time heโs been hit, but the first he canโt get up in the morning because of it.
Donโt imagine hearing that phone call, with his own mother confirming his worst fears; that he was unwanted. That she wished she hadnโt kept either of them if Andrew was going to be punishment for it now.
Donโt imagine that Aaronโs only memories of touch are pinches, scratches and blows.
Donโt imagine Aaron meeting his brother for the first time and being embarrassed by the dark bruises covering his skin like paint.
Donโt imagine Aaron wanting so badly to be loved that heโs willing to open his home to a complete stranger who hardly looks at him.
Donโt imagine him being promised to be protected, for the first time.
Donโt imagine the next day, when Tilda beats him bloody anyway.
Donโt imagine him trying to hide that disappointment, that bitterness.
Donโt imagine the Aaron being called out of study hall by Andrewโs name.
Donโt imagine the way the news rings in his earsโ dead. Dead. Gone forever.
Donโt imagine Aaron knowing it was Andrew.
Donโt imagine Aaron fearing what will happen next, all alone in the world save for a brother who he hardly knowsโ who killed his mom.
Donโt imagine feeling conflictedโ being ashamed of the relief he feels walking into the house without Tilda there to throw things if he messes up.
Donโt imagine Aaron choking back tears because he is so hurt and confused and scared.
Donโt imagine that Aaron is only sixteen and everything familiar is gone.
Donโt imagine Aaron Minyard if youโre not going to see these things too.
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