Aaron's Fall

by Lee, Vivian Rose

  “Yes.”

  Asia smiled and Tia laughed, as they formulated a plan.

  Tia drove Asia to Aaron’s house. Tia tried to convince Asia to put on sexy lingerie, but she felt to shy for that. She simply put on a t-shirt and sweatpants.

  “What if he doesn’t want to see me? Asia asked Tia nervously.

  “Trust me, he’ll want to see you, I guarantee it,” Tia assured her.

  Asia stood at Aaron’s nervously door. Tia sat at the curb, waiting for her to go inside.

  Her heart was pounding hard in her body. Asia looked back at Tia. Tia waved to knock. Asia took a deep shaky breath, and knocked.

  The door opened; there he stood, tall and beautiful to her. “Asia!” Aaron said surprised.

  “I miss you,” she said softly.

  Aaron lifted her off her feet, kissing her. He waved to Tia and closed the door.

  He didn’t put her down until they were in his bedroom. His hands remained around her waist. He shifted her slightly so that she stood directly in front of the three-paneled mirror. She gasped when she felt his mouth on her neck, his hands easing under her t-shirt covering her stomach, gently pressing his hips into her. Her head fell back, eyes closed, savoring him mouth on her warm flesh. His mouth trailed up to her ear, sucking on her lobe, as his hand found her bra cover breast. “I want to see you naked,” he whispered the words, dark and erotic in her ear. He lifted the shirt over her head slowly, easing the sweatpants and underwear pass her hips.

  On his rising, she felt his lips on the back of her legs, moving up, his hot breath on her buttocks, to her spine. His fingers deftly undid her bra dropping it to the floor. She leaned back against him, and she watched him, as his palms swept down over her breast. For an instant, he paused, surveying what he had uncovered. She caught the gleam in his eyes from beneath hooded lids, and felt his gaze briefly roam.

  With his knee, he nudged her legs apart, stepping between them, his erection a promise against the swell of her bottom. Asia breath caught in her throat and she lowered her head. His hands stroked her back, down to her bottom, stroking, kneading. Her head rose, their eyes met. She gasped as his hands slipped between her legs, grazing the black curls nestled there. She brace herself, anticipating his touch, the delights of his hands on her flesh. Lifting her gaze to his face, she saw his satisfaction in her anticipation. His eyes trailed her body in the mirror, and then returned to her face. He studied her face, as he stepped back and removed his clothing, returning to her, his hand sliding over her hips, over her waist drawing her back against him. Against the heat of his skin, the solid wall of his chest and abdomen, the hard column of his thighs.

  “Lean on the mirror, let me see you, watch you.” The words were an erotic whisper.

  She did as she instructed. At first, his hands simply roved her body, a simple pleasure, teasing and tantalizing her to a greater hunger. He caressed her breasts, teasing the tight, aching nipples to pebbly hard. His hands on her hips, he nudged her knees further apart.

  Asia watched, immersed in the sensations of his stroke. His hand cruised lower, long fingers gliding over, then through the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. He reached farther; the breath strangled in her throat, her lung stopped functioning. Her chest tightened as he stroked, caress, than probed. She needed him, more of him. Her hands stayed braced to the mirror, as she watched his hand in her body. She never felt anything so erotic. His hand fasten on her waist. She gasped, at how tight he held her.

  “Lean forward.”

  She did, and held his hand caress the globes of her bottom. On a shuddered sigh, she closed her eyes; she had no inkling of what he would do next, before he shifted, pressed close, and entered her.

  Instinctively she locked her knees, and braced her arms, held still as he sank in, gasping when, with one final thrust, he filled her completely. His hands gripped her hips, anchored her as he withdrew, returned, then settled to a slow pace.

  Her breath sounded ragged to her ears, her pulses pounded in her body, her body throbbed, as she took his increasingly powerful thrusts.

  “Watch,” he commanded huskily. Through her passion-filled haze, she opened her eyes.

  She saw him behind her, his face etched with passion, set, his whole being focused completely on her, on the pleasure he found in her heated body. His hand curved her hips, his fingers tightly on her skin. She moved with him, not by thought but instinctive, giving, taking, and wanting more. She looked to the side and watched their hips move, them locked together. He watched her face, as her eyes closed slowly, and her breathing deeper. She glanced at him, he shifted, and thrust deeper, harder, and higher. She gasped, let her lid fall; he was impossibly high inside her, she was surprised she still stood on her feet.

  Faster, faster, as the flames raged, taking them in to a realm of feeling, of sensations too deep, too powerful to survive. Then they were spinning, trapped in a whirlpool of passion until it broke over them, soaked them, washed through them. Until the last shudder left them, they didn’t move. Aaron lifted Asia, carrying her to the bed and lay down beside her. It was a long time before they resurface to join the living.

  Asia lay asleep on her stomach, her face towards him. He lifted the hair that covered her face.

  He smiled. She still loves me, he thought. He studied her face. How pretty he thought she was; her small nose, that full sexy mouth that drove him crazy. Her eyes opened, she smiled.

  “Hi,” she said softly.

  Aaron smiled. “Hi,”

  She moved close to him, laying her head on his chest, her eyes closed, she moaned, and went back to sleep. Aaron kissed her lightly on the lips and closed his eyes a satisfied man.

  Asia sat at the dressing room table, a bundle of nerves. This was her debut concert, and the place was sold out; Chez was behind her pulling curls and Wilson rubbing and touching up her face.

  The door opened, “Five minutes Ms Brook’s.” the stage manager called.

  Rhonda dressed her in a white backless iridescent cat suit, covered with a white tulle covering she could pull off after the first number. Tia had arranged the stage set complete with Asia coming down to a foggy stage, singing “For You”. And her male dancers carried her on their shoulders, in another number. The whole show was very elaborate, from the stage design to the costuming. The Coz would open and be on platforms behind her, and had small routine they had to perform. Chez and Wilson made the last touches on her hair and face, and they both step back to admire their work.

  “You are truly beautiful, darling.” Wilson said beaming proudly. Asia took a deep breath rising from the chair.

  The door opened, Brie, Vessa and Tia came in.

  “You look beautiful, Asia,” Brie said smiling.

  “You ready?” Tia asked.

  Asia nodded. They left the room. Asia joined Benny and Clive, walking between them, down the long corridor.

  Aaron, Martin and the Linebackers wouldn’t be there, they were on an away game, but would be back later tonight; but Brie, Trevet, Lynwood and Vessa would be there backstage looking from the side. Tia was backstage making sure everything ran smoothly.

  Tia was strapping the harness on her. “You’re going to be great, don’t worry.” she said reassuringly. Clive went out to the stage. Asia said a silent prayer. The Stage Manager placed the headpiece on her ear. Benny kissed her cheek, gave her a reassuring smile.

  “Royal Records proudly presents, “Miss Asia Brooks!” The crowd roared.

  The band started her intro. The curtain opened, and Asia started singing, as the harness lower her down. The audience didn’t see her, until they notice her floating down to the stage. The crowd cheering.

  Instantly her nervousness disappeared. By the middle of the set fans were dancing and singing at there seats. The spectators were encouraging to her; she felt and exuberance she never felt before. Some of the fans were down in front of the stage. She went to them and shook their hands. Security tried to stop them, but Asia waved them away. At her la
st song, she was to stand on platform and sing “Fool That I Am,” her rendition of Etta James song. She stood in the middle of the stage and the platform rose, lifting her.

  She looked out at the audience smiling. Then she noticed a strange glint, a silver gun pointed at her, before she could scream, she felt a burning rip through her hip, she looked down at her side and saw the crimson stain, she looked up at the audience as if in slow motion and stared out, people were screaming and running frantically. Ross and the band member couldn’t get down from the platform, standing there helpless, screaming for her to get down. Trevet and Lynwood wanting to run out on stage, but Benny and Clive stopped them, not sure, where the shots were coming from. Then they heard another shot, it ripped through Asia’s side, she touched it, staring at the blood on her hands, and then another shot hit her shoulder, which lifted her off the platform to land on the stage floor. Tia, Vessa and Brie were screaming, Trevet and Lynwood, holding them from running on stage. Asia lay crumpled on the floor, still conscious, feeling like fire burning through her body, Distantly she heard the people screaming.

  “We got the shooter!” someone yelled.

  Everyone backstage ran onto the stage, where Asia landed. The white cat suit red with her blood, her legs bent awkwardly. They ran to her, Tia went to her knees beside her.

  “Asia!” Tia cried taking her hand in her.

  Asia turned her head and looked at the people she come to love very much. In shock, Asia’s eyes blinked slowly. She looked at them, hearing the distant scream of sirens. Aaron,” she mouth to Tia, before she lost consciousness.

  Aaron rushed into the hospital, Martin behind him. His parents, Martin parents, Tia, the band, Clive and Benny were sitting in the waiting area. Aaron went to his parents, trying to stem his mounting panic.

  “What happen, where’s Asia?” “You said get down here,” Dad, what’s going on?”

  “Its Asia Son, she been shot.” his father said calmer then he felt.

  “Shot!” Aaron repeated shocked.

  “Where is she?” Aaron said walking around his parents.

  “Aaron!” Trevet called. Aaron walked to the swinging door, and pushed them open.

  “Sir you can’t go back there!” the nurse said behind the desk, following him.

  Aaron ignored her, all he knew was he had to find his Asia, he couldn’t lose her not now.

  “Asia!” Aaron called loudly.

  “Sir you have to wait out front,” a nurse said pushing him back. Aaron simply moved her to the side.

  “Asia!” he called again.

  Aaron found her, nurses and doctors surrounded her, her blood soak costume ripped open, her hand hanging lifeless off the side of the stretcher.

  “Asia,” he cried. Aaron stood there for a minute, watching them as the staff work feverishly on her. Aaron focus on the beeping of the heart monitor that echoed in his head. A nurse stood beside him, Aaron looked down at her.

  “Is she?”

  “Sir please they working on her, please wait out front as soon as we know something the doctor will tell you.” she said.

  Aaron returned to the waiting area; his face held a gray hue.

  “Son?” Trevet said concerned. Aaron looked at his Dad, not really seeing him.

  “Aaron what is it?” his father insisted grabbing him by his arms. Aaron focus returned, and he looked at his father.

  “She’s alive, that’s all I know,” he said and walked away, and stood by the large plate glass window, staring at nothingness. All he could manage to say is “Please God, don’t take her from me.”

  “We have apprehended the shooter,” the detective informed them.

  “Who and Why?” Trevet demanded.

  “Theodore Jackson put a hit on Miss Brook’s.” the detective said.

  “I thought he was incarcerated?” Trevet asked with anger.

  “He is, but the man that shot Ms Brooks was an associate on the outside, he owed Jackson, we’re sorry Mr. Harrison.”

  Trevet thank the detective, going through his own turmoil over Asia shooting. Brie knew her husband, she could see worry on his face.

  “Honey,” Brie said going to her husband. Trevet looked down at his wife, pulling her into his arms.

  “Brie, if she doesn’t make it, it will be all my fault.” he stated miserably.

  “Tre, please baby, this is not your fault, how can you think, like that.”

  “Honey, I didn’t take that man threats seriously, when he threatened her in court, I didn’t even protect her then; I could have prevented this, now Asia is in there fighting for her life.” Trevet said dejectedly.

  “Trevet, do you think Asia will blame you for this?” Trevet shook his head, “That right, she loves you; she would never blame you, now you stop it.” His wife chided. Trevet pulled his wife into his arms. How he loves his wife, he thought. He looked over at his son, and went to him putting his arm around him.

  Eddie and the guys rushed straight to the hospital when they heard.

  “Come on Aaron,” Eddie said, “We have to pray for Asia,”

  “I am praying,” he said submissively.

  Brie reached her hand to her son, pleading with her eyes. He went with them they all went to their knees, Eddie leading all in prayer.

  Everyone sat around, waiting for word on Asia. Aaron stayed alone, sitting off by himself. Martin went to his friend.

  “Man, she going to be okay,” he said reassuring. Not looking at Martin.

  “I understand now how you felt with Tia when she was here, I understand,” Aaron admitted sorrowful.

  “Aaron, that’s love, you love Asia, admit it to yourself.” Aaron looked at Martin; tears in his eyes, confusion on his face.

  “We were just together two night ago man. She came to me, said she missed me, even after the way I humiliated her at my parent’s house. She still loved me even after that. I don’t know Martin,” Aaron said shaking his head, “When I’m away from her I miss her to the point where it hurts; when I see her, I feel trapped, but I need her, I can’t get enough of her, I need to know where she is all the time, is that crazy.”

  “That’s love, don’t fight it Aaron, let it happen, I guarantee you it’s the most awesome feeling to know someone loves you and that you love them back.” Martin affirmed.

  The doctor came to the waiting area. It was so many people in the waiting area, the doctor did not know whom to address. “Parents of Asia Brooks,” he summoned loudly.

  Aaron and Martin saw the doctor coming, rushed over to him, standing between his parents

  “How is she, Doctor?” Aaron asked.

  “She’ll be fine, she was shot in her shoulder, and her hip which is fracture, and the other went clean through her side, no vital organs damaged; now I can’t promise the baby will survive, with her blood...” the doctor paused.

  “Baby,” Aaron interrupted, stumbling against his father.

  “Yes, Ms Brook’s is pregnant, it still early..,” the doctor paused, looking at Aaron, “You didn’t know.”

  Aaron shook his head, and looked at Tia. Tia shrugged, “I didn’t know,” she said.

  Aaron looked at the doctor.

  “What about the baby?” Aaron asked.

  “Well, were not sure she will hold the baby, the drugs she’s on and the blood loss,” he shook his head, “I’m not hopeful, I’m sorry.”

  “Can I see her?” Aaron asked disheartened.

  “Are you Aaron?” the doctor asked, Aaron nodded.

  “She asks for you, yes you may, but she may still be incoherent, from the drugs.” Aaron followed the doctor. He entered the ICU, rushing to her bedside. He took her hand in his. Her eyes fluttered open, looking at him.

  “Hello Beautiful,” he said softly.

  Tears filled her eyes, as she looked at him.

  “I’m here Baby, I’m here,” Aaron said bring her hand to his lips.

  “Aaron,” she said softly, sighing her eyes closed.

  “Your going to be f
ine, Sweetheart.” he said and kissed her forehead.

  He left for a minute to let everyone know she was going to be okay. He learned later she didn’t know she was pregnant.

  Aaron was at the hospital everyday, he sat watching Asia.

  Asia lay sleeping, and Aaron at his usual spot beside her. Aaron watched her; she was very restless, and groaning in her sleep.

  “Asia,” Aaron said softly, caressing her cheek.

  She groaned louder; her eyes opened looking at Aaron.

  “I hurt down there,” she pointed to her stomach, and then she realized what was happening.

  “No! No! No!” she cried, “Aaron I’m losing the baby!”

  Aaron lifted the cover, she lay in blood.

  “No! Aaron I don’t want to lose the baby!” Asia cried hysterically.

  Aaron pressed the buzzer.

  “Yes,” the nurse said over the intercom.

  “Asia bleeding!” Aaron said alarmed. Two nurses rushed in; Aaron stepped back, a minute later, her doctor arrived. He looked under the blankets, and frowned.

  “Get her to ER stat,” the doctor ordered.

  “I’m sorry, Mr. Harrison,” he said, leaving the room.

  “Aaron,” Asia called reaching for him as they pushed her from the room.

  “I’ll be right here Baby,” he told her.

  About an hour later, Asia returned. She looked at Aaron through a drugged hazed.

  “I’m sorry Aaron,” she said desolately.

  The tears Aaron held in check came forth in a rush. He went to her bedside and sat in the chair beside the bed. He looked at her face, then he lay his head on her stomach and wept; Asia held his head, caressing his head as they both wept for the child they lost.

  Brie and Trevet eased open the door. The scene they saw broke her heart. Asia head turn to the side, obvious anguish on her face, her eyes closed her tears streaming down her pain etched face; Aaron, his head on her stomach holding her as her hand caressingly comforting him. They eased the door shut. Brie leaned against her husband.

  “They lost the baby.” she replied sadly, the scene forever etched in her head.