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Chapter 1
Matt walked in through the front door of his house,
relieved to find his parents gone. His little sisters sat in the living
room watching cartoons, still in their pajamas. Tired, and happier than he
could ever remember being, he went up to his bedroom and lay on his bed,
still in the clothes he had worn yesterday to school. Yesterday seemed so
long ago. Laying on his stomach, he tried to remember last night. He tried
to remember what it felt like, his dick in her, her mouth around it. His
dick throbbed against the bed. He closed his eyes and smiled. He had made
her cum. She had told him to come over tonight too. He wanted her so bad,
not just to have sex with, but really wanted her. He needed her. He
thought about her constantly, had from the first moment he had laid eyes
on her. She wasn't with Ryan anymore. She had told him she hated him. He
had also seen it in her eyes last night when Ryan came over to the party,
trying to convince her to come back to him. She threw his ring away. She
flushed it down the toilet in front of everyone. Could this really be
happening? Was she finally his? he wondered sleepily, still smiling.
He woke up that afternoon around three, sweaty around his collar, the sun
pouring into his room. The phone-the phone was ringing. Why wasn't anybody
answering it? he thought in annoyance, then, What if it was Jen? He leapt
out of his bed and went running into his parents' room. The machine in the
kitchen had already gone on by the time he had picked it up. "Hold on a
second," he said, waiting for the announcement to finish. He heard his
friend Erik's voice.
The machine went off and he repeated, "Hello?" "What's up?" said Erik.
"Nuthin'," answered Matt, disappointed that it wasn't her.
"What are you doin'?"
"Nuthin'!"
"Oh."
"What are you doing?" Matt asked.
"Oh--nuthin'," he answered. "Just ate lunch." "So, what did you do last
night?" Matt asked, feeling superior.
He knew Erik's night couldn't have topped his. "Oh, nuthin' much. Was
going to go to some party I heard about but my parents wouldn't let me go
out y' know."
"Suck."
"Yeah. Cuffy and Rick--you know Rick Jackson, from PE? Anyway, they came
over and we watched some porno. It was theirs," he added.
Matt laughed, feeling extremely superior. He laughed again.
"Shut up dude," said Erik, annoyed. "Like you're so much better."
"Maybe I am," Matt replied, matter-of-factly. He felt a twinge of regret
in his heart after he said that, for he knew he was going to tell, and he
knew she might not like that. She hadn't said he couldn't tell anybody
though. "Oh yeah right," replied Erik haughtily. "You ain't never had a
girl or nuthin."
Matt paused, for effect.
"Fuck you," said Erik, noting the pause and what it was supposed to
insinuate.
"I got laid last night," said Matt.
"Fuckin' liar. You did not."
"I did too."
"You fuckin' liar! Who, then?"
"She's a senior."
"Oh you fuckin liar!" Erik repeated again. "What the hell kinda crack are
you on?"
"I swear!" Matt laughed.
"What's her name then? I bet she's a hella dog." "No way, she's fine as
hell. You know Jen Halleran? The one with the long brown hair?"
"Oh, you're such a liar. The one you love. I don't think so Matt."
"Fine, don't believe me. I don't care." "Sure. Where did you do it then?"
Erik asked. "Her house. Her bed." he answered.
"Man. Was that at that party last night?" Erik demanded, starting to
believe Matt.
"Yeah. Well, after."
"My fuckin' parents. God, I'm gonna kill them!" snorted Erik, pissed.
"Yeah..." Matt laughed. "Well, it's not like you would've gotten any
anyway."
"Fuck you. What the hell happened? I thought she had some boyfriend? Mike
said they were hella serious." "They broke up. He's a total dick you
know." "So what happened?" Erik demanded.
"She was really upset, you know, cause her exboyfriend came to the party
and he was all trying to get back with her and stuff. But anyway, I walked
her home and she hella wanted it."
"You fucker," said the jealous Erik.
"She liked pulled me inside and she's like, 'Matt, Matt, make love to
me!'" he said, getting in to the story. "She's like, 'Oh Matt, I want your
cock, I want your cock!'" "Bullshit. Did she suck it?"
"Hell yeah she did. Oh my God..." he groaned, remembering.
"It was great?" asked Erik.
"Oh my God!" he repeated. "It was awesome. Then I fucked her twice."
"Twice? God I hate you. You're such a fucker. You're lying I know it,"
insisted Erik.
"I'm not! I'm dead serious. I'm goin' over there again tonight too. I
guess I'll get me some more." "Can I come?"
"You wish! Get your own."
"Man. Goddamn."
"Don't tell anyone or I'll kick your ass." Erik just laughed.
"I mean it!" Matt said. "Or I'll make sure you never get any."
"Oh, like what? Now that you've gotten some you're the King of All Pussy?
Fuck you."
"No, just don't? Come on, promise you'll keep it a secret."
"Awright. I promise," Erik gave in, not being especially sincere although
Matt didn't pick up on that. "Well, I gotta go. Gotta take a shower.
Really gotta take a shower."
"You're dirty," sniffed Erik.
"Gladly, when it's dirty like this," laughed Matt. "Oh, yeah well,
later..."
"Later..."
Both hung up.
In the shower his dick stood up straight, hard as he stood under the spray
of hot water. He closed his eyes and thought about tonight. He was sure
she wanted him the way she had last night. She had been drunk though, a
little voice in his head said. But this morning, this morning she wasn't
drunk anymore.
He had woken up before her, his arms around her and her head resting on
his naked chest. He had known it wasn't a dream then. He had wanted to
stay, stay and hold her and make love to her again. But he was scared his
mom was going to call Mike's and ask to speak with him, maybe even go over
there to pick him up. If he wasn't there he'd have been dead. What if his
mom found out where he was and showed up? That would have been a
nightmare.
So, he left her to go home, and she'd protested, wanting to know where he
was going. He'd thought she looked sad that he was leaving her. He felt a
chill run through him at the thought. Then when he was hurriedly getting
dressed she had told him she wanted him to come over again that night.
He'd promised he would, his heart leaping for joy.
More than anything, he just wanted to be with her. He wanted to hold her
in his arms and talk with her, about anything. He wished he was still with
her, damn he wished he had a car. He could have stayed longer if he hadn't
been scared about his mom showing up. He wished he had a license at that.
He looked down at his dick, still pulsating. He washed it, soaping it up.
He thought about tonight, closing his eyes. He rubbed it up and down.
Thoughts flew at him as his body racked with waves of pleasure: Save it
for tonight, you don't need to do that anymore, then, you can't show up
with a hardon... Matt gripped the bar on the shower door as his sperm shot
out onto the tile wall in front of him.
Matt's mom walked into the kitchen, turning on the light to see through
the dusk. She called for someone to help her with the groceries. She heard
the TV on. Her husband had a softball game. Her daughters scampered
through the house, still at the age where chores were fun. She started
putting away the groceries she had brought in already, pausing to check
the answering machine. The light was blinking. She pressed play, and was
surprised at how long it rewound while she put the vegetables away. She
listened in amusement for a second. After awhile she turned pale.
Chapter 2
Matt walked over to her house in the dusk, smelling of his dad's cologne.
He was so happy. He wondered if people looking at him could tell he wasn't
a virgin. He thought about that night. He could just imagine what would
happen...
He would walk in and give her a kiss (damn why didn't he get her some
flowers? He'd look for a nice one to steal on the rest of the way).
"Hi honey," she'd say.
"Hi sweetheart," he'd answer. Maybe they'd make dinner together?
He was really hungry. He knew her parents were out of town a lot, Mike had
told him. Mike knew a lot about her, since her best friend was his sister.
She was a really good cook he'd heard.
Then maybe they'd do it. Maybe they'd go to a movie after, or before
actually. He had $20 in his wallet. He felt embarrassed that she'd have to
drive. But, it couldn't be helped.
He turned into her circular driveway. Right away, he knew something was
amiss. Dana's black Honda Accord was there. He thought he could hear
music.
Dammit, he thought. What's Dana doing here? Slowly, he walked up to her
doorstep. Maybe she's about to leave. He wanted to be alone with her,
without Dana. He rang the bell. It seemed so strange that he had been
there less than 24 hours ago.
His heart leapt to his throat as the doorknob rattled, the door flying
open. Dana stood there. She looked him up and down, he swore she did. They
were best friends, of course she knew what they'd done. Girls told each
other everything.
"Hi Matt," she said.
"Hi," he mumbled.
Dana opened her mouth to say something then closed it. She just looked at
him.
"Is she here?" he asked finally.
"Uh, yeah. Come in," she said, stepping aside to let him in.
He followed Dana down the hall to her bedroom. Jen was making her bed he
guessed, she had a pillow under her chin and was putting the pillowcase
on. Jen looked beautiful. Matt fought off the desire to jump on her right
then. Her hair, freshly washed, shined in the light as it hung down her
back. She wore a white t-shirt and cutoff blue jeans, unraveling at the
ends. Her legs were so tan. She looked over at him for a second, her eyes
cool, no emotion, then turned away, facing the sliding glass door that
revealed all their reflections.
"Hey, will you help me with this?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed,
stretching the clean sheets across the bed. He realized the sheets must
have been really dirty, but an unreasonable part of him was slightly
insulted that she washed them, like she was washing him away maybe. He
pushed those thoughts aside as he stared at her ass when she bent over,
not quite believing that he'd touched it the night before. He jumped and
said, "Who, me?" It was pointless, his words just hung in the air; Dana
had already started helping her make the bed.
Matt got that familiar sick feeling in his gut. He felt so isolated from
them. Then he felt angry at himself. She didn't want him there, he could
feel it. She hadn't even said hi to him. He desperately wanted to leave
right then, wanted to run away and hide in his bed. But yet she hadn't
done anything mean to him, just hadn't done what he thought she'd do. He
hated her for an instant. Then he felt ashamed.
Dana was giving her a look from across the bed, he thought. He couldn't
tell what it meant, except possibly, "Well? Aren't you going to
acknowledge Matt?" He couldn't see Jen's eyes, her reaction, but he felt
vibes (was he paranoid?) that were negative toward him, like she was
rolling her eyes, laughing at him. Matt still stood there, wanting to cry,
hating his reflection in the glass. His hair was gelled. God, I must look
like a dork, he thought, his vision blurring as he stared at his shoes.
Dana moved, and she left, giving him a slight smile as she walked out of
the room. She even closed the door. It was just them.
She still stood with her back to him, no longer making the bed.
"Hi," he began. His voice sounded too high. He sounded like a frickin'
girl he thought. She scratched her head, then ran her fingers through her
long hair. She turned around, and she smiled at him, a genuine, warm
smile.
His heart leapt, it was okay! He walked toward her. He kissed her, on the
cheek though, and hugged her. She didn't hug him back.
"Hi," he said again. He grinned at her. She sat down on the bed.
He heard Dana's car. They were alone. He sat next to her, and pulled her
to him, so that her head rested on his shoulder.
"How are you?" he asked.
"Fine," she said.
"Not hungover are you?" he asked, teasing her. "No, not much. Matt?"
His heart skipped a beat. "Yeah?" he asked. "You and I need to talk..."
No!!! his mind screamed. He let go of her. "It's about us, you know? What
we... about last night," she explained.
"Yeah?" he asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"You know I was drunk," she started to say, "and I, well, I don't know."
He didn't say anything. His heart broke. "I'm sorry," she said. "I should
have been more responsible."
His head was ringing. Responsible? What was she talking about? Was she
pregnant? No, she wouldn't know already. Besides, Mike had said she was on
the pill. He'd even seen them.
"I just hope that you don't expect anything from this," she continued.
"Why not?" he demanded. Oops, he shouldn't have said that.
She was taken aback. "Well, it's just that Matt, you're just a baby, like,
you, I didn't mean that, no I didn't mean you're a baby like that," she
said quickly. "I mean that it just wouldn't work out," she stumbled. His
mind reeled as his eyes filled with tears. "I don't think you're a baby,"
she repeated, knowing that remark had gone straight to his heart. "I think
you're a great guy!"
"Then why don't you like me?" he asked, sadly. In all truth he didn't want
to know, he wanted to run out of there as fast as he could and never face
her again. But part of him was waiting for her to say that she did like
him, that she loved him like she said last night. "Oh Matt," she said. "I
do like you--just not like that." She touched his shoulder.
"Fucking bitch!" he screamed. Actually he didn't say it aloud, like he
wanted to, but in his mind he screamed it just the same. He was such a
goddamn fool. Stupid fool! he yelled at himself. She hates me she doesn't
love me she doesn't like me she DOESN'T love me... It ran through his mind
over and over Fucking bitch stupid fool goddamn fucking bitch stupid
fool... He stood up suddenly and walked out of her room, without saying
anything. She jumped up and followed him, saying, "Matt, wait,
comeback..."
She tried to grab his hands as he walked down the hall, trying to make him
see, oh, why couldn't he see? He pushed her away, pushed her groping hands
away as tears streamed down his face, tears he was determined that she
wouldn't see.
"Leave me alone. I don't care," he mumbled, pushing her away from him once
and for all. His forearm covered his eyes and wiped the tears away as he
went out into the night. She stood on the doorstep, one bare foot on top
of the other and began to cry as he left her. She ran back into the house,
threw herself on her bed and cried.
Crying himself, Matt walked home in a daze.
Matt's mom had listened to the tape twice, then played it for her husband.
They'd both listened awkwardly, not quite sure what to do or how to punish
him, if they should at all. It was strange, listening to their son's
voice, swearing and saying those things to his friend. He had no idea that
the answering machine that had gone on had never stopped recording the
message.
"Did she suck it?" asked the friend.
"Hell yeah she did. Oh my God*..."* Matt's voice groaned into the phone.
"Then I fucked her twice..." They heard the door slam. Matt was back. He
walked past the kitchen and ran upstairs without even looking at them.
His dad looked at his wife, then followed him up the stairs. He knocked on
his door. No answer, then an annoyed and muffled, "What?"
He opened the door. Matt was laying on his bed facing the wall.
"Hi..." he began.
Matt didn't respond. His dad knew he was upset, knew something had gone
wrong at the girl's house. He sat down on the corner of his bed, saying,
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing."
His dad paused. "So, where'd you go?"
"Out."
"Matt, I know where you were."
Matt panicked. Had she called after him? Had she told his parents? How
much did they know? He turned around. His tearstained face startled his
dad. He hadn't seen Matt cry in awhile.
"Matt, we know what happened last night." "How? What happened?"
"I know that you had sex... Matt, I should've talked to you long ago."
"What? I did not," he lied. God, my life is getting worse every second, he
thought angrily. "You told Erik--it got recorded on the machine." Matt
turned away again. "I just want to say that your mother and I aren't mad
at you. Just a little surprised, that's all."
Matt wanted to run away right then. My life sucks, it sucks so much shit,
he thought, staring at the wall. He just wanted her, he still just wanted
her. He desperately wanted his dad to disappear. "Did you use protection?"
his dad asked him. "Dad..."
"Well, it's important. I really should have talked to you before this. Did
you?"
"Not exactly. She's on the pill so she won't get pregnant. You don't have
to worry about that." "You should have used a condom," he said. "Don't you
know that? You could have gotten a disease." "She doesn't have any
diseases!" he said angrily. "She's not some slut, she's not like that."
"How do you know?"
"Just do. She's only done it with one other guy. Not that it's any of your
business."
"Still..." he said, feeling a trifle bad. "I didn't mean to imply that she
was a tramp or anything, it's just that you have to be careful."
Matt said nothing, still facing away from his dad. His dad coughed. "So,
do you want to tell me about her?"
"No... She's just some girl, really dad." "Your first time was supposed to
be special." It was special, Matt thought to himself bitterly. Screw you
what the hell do you know?
"What's the matter?"
"Nothing!"
"Why are you crying? What just happened? I know you went over there
again..."
"Nothing happened."
His dad paused, looking at the back of his son's head. "Do you like her a
lot?" he asked gently. "Yeah," Matt whispered, trying to fight back tears.
"Does she like you too?"
"No..." he whispered after a moment, as he started to cry again.
"Oh Matt," he comforted, patting his back. "You'll get over her, really. I
know that's no consolation right now, but you have to realize that...
Also, although it's enjoyable of course," he said awkwardly. "Sex is much
more enjoyable with someone you love; it's much better then." I do love
her! his mind screamed. I love her I love her I love her!
"So, um, just remember that. We can't stop you from having sex. It's not
that we want to prevent you from having a good time, but we just don't
want to see you get hurt. We love you so much you know. You're hurting
right now and that hurts us. And of course, look out for yourself. You
need to know about AIDS and stuff." He still said nothing. His dad leaned
over and hugged him.
In the hall, his dad felt like a royal fool. He remembered losing his
virginity: awkward at first, but a memorable night at 17. He thanked the
lord his dad never found out, it had spared him from hearing the
humiliating talk he'd just had to give his only son. He felt angry with
this girl, a senior, who'd hurt his son this way.
Chapter 3
Matt dreaded Monday. He wanted to see her again, but was scared she would
ridicule him in front of the whole school or tell him she hated him. What
if Erik said something to her? He avoided his friends, Mike especially. He
knew he'd be pressured for more details, and he regretted saying as much
as he had already. His plan was to ignore her completely, make her think
he didn't care. Nothing could be further from the truth.
As it turns out, he needn't have worried about facing her Monday; she
didn't go. They were both on the track team after school. Would she go at
all? By the end of the day, he was praying she wouldn't. Erik had told all
of their friends. Everyone knew. God, he hated himself for telling. Why
the hell did he have to tell? Knowing his friends, they'd probably go up
to her and ask her if it was true the first chance they got. She'd hate
him then, definitely hate him if she didn't already.
First period Spanish on Tuesday this guy Chad came in and said to him,
"Hey Matt--I just saw your senior girlfriend. So you guys going out or
what?" Shit, she's here! he thought. "No," he said, exasperated.
"Why not?"
"Shut up..."
That's what it was like the rest of the day: people saying shit like that
to him, people looking at him, talking about him. He felt like a celebrity
in a sick way, most guys were jealous, he knew.
He saw her briefly at lunch time, from a distance, going into the parking
lot with Dana and some guy Jake. Erik asked him about Saturday night, if
he'd gotten any more and he had to admit he hadn't. He hadn't told anybody
what happened though. She probably already knows I've told, he thought. He
wished he could just fast forward his life six months, a year. It'll be
over by then he knew, people will have forgotten this by then. After
school he was unbelievably nervous. He felt like he was going to throw up.
She went to practice. She ignored him completely, not even a glance in his
direction. She hates me, he thought, she fucking hates me.
He was sitting with a couple of his friends, Terry and Michael, on the
grass at one point. Jen had to go talk to the coach about something. She
had no choice but to walk by him. She's coming this way, he thought in a
panic. Suddenly his hands had a mind of their own, pulling grass out by
the handfuls. His heart raced. Of course his friends had pointed her out
to him when she showed up. They'd said, "God, Matt, aren't you going to go
talk to her?" Now he prayed they would keep their mouths shut.
Terry saw her coming their way first, and started poking Matt and
laughing. She stared straight ahead and ignored them.
"Aren't you going to talk to Matt?" asked Michael loudly. She ignored him,
she was already talking to the coach, but he knew she must have heard.
"Shut up!" he told him. "Leave her alone." He glanced at her. She was
still talking the coach. The coach nodded, then walked past the boys
sitting on the grass.
Jen had to walk by them again. Matt wanted to run away as she started to,
but he wasn't about to leave them alone with her.
"Gonna ignore us are you?" asked Michael acidly. She finally looked at
Michael, her eyes wide. "So, I hear you suck dick."
Her eyes widened even more and she stopped walking. She swallowed, looking
at Matt. She blinked a few times. He just stared at her, stunned.
She bit her lip, her eyes filled with tears. Matt wanted to die. "Shut
up," he mumbled to him. Terry was cracking up. "Hey, can I come over? You
got a dope body," he said, looking her up and down. She ignored him, she
kept staring at Matt, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Shut up!" was all Matt could manage. He looked down at his hands, God,
why can't she stop staring at me like that? He looked up again, meeting
her steady gaze. Her eyes suddenly turned hostile, no longer sad. Her
chest heaved up and down. Matt was petrified she was going to scream, "I
HATE YOU!" at the top of her lungs. Instead, she spun on her heels and
walked away.
His friends were busy laughing.
"Fuck you!" he said to them angrily.
"Hey, we were only kidding man," said Terry. "Fuck you!" Matt yelled. He
got his bag from the bench and left, wanting to kill himself as he peddled
furiously home. He thought how easy it would be to swerve into traffic. He
almost did it too, he'd never hated himself so much.
For the next week they completely avoided each other. Matt still thought
about her constantly of course. His parents, knowing he was upset, pretty
much left him alone. Mike wasn't talking to him though. He ignored Matt in
class. Shit, what did I do? he thought. The following Monday, he said hi
to her. It was a huge deal to Matt. Any "sighting" or actual confrontation
with her was played out over and over in his mind. She was walking out of
the girl's room during 4th period; Matt was going into the boy's room
right next to it. She seemed startled when she saw him and just stared at
him. He somehow found his voice and out came a "Hi." She looked down and
mumbled hi back as she walked away.
The next day after track it happened.
Matt was unlocking his bike behind the school next to the field. It was
pretty much deserted. He saw them walking toward him out of the corner of
his eye. He only recognized Ryan out of the three of them. Ryan went to a
different school; there was no normal reason he would be here at 6 PM when
everybody was gone. He turned around to face him--them. They all just
looked at him.
"Comere," said Ryan. "I think you and I have to talk." He grabbed Matt's
shoulder roughly. Matt pushed him away out of instinct. Ryan pushed him
back, hard. Matt was scared to death; Ryan was at least 6 ft tall, 18, and
had two friends with him. Matt looked around, desperately searching for
someone or any way out. They dragged him behind the track where there was
a dirt jogging trail. It was dark there practically. "What? What d'ya
want?" he demanded, scared. "Little fucking punk!" spat Ryan as he pushed
him, nearly knocking him over from the force. "I hear you took advantage
of my girlfriend the other day." "No, I didn't."
"Don't fucking lie to me asshole!" he said, pushing him again.
Matt panicked, looking around. He suddenly turned and sprinted away as
fast as he could. He didn't get far before he was knocked to the ground.
He felt a blow to the back of his neck and he felt dizzy.
He tried to get up but was pinned to the ground. He wrestled with Ryan,
who was on top of him, maneuvering around onto his back. Ryan knelt over
him, kneeing him in the groin. Matt's lower body exploded in pain and he
groaned. Ryan hit him, hitting him in the mouth, then the nose.
"Fucking bastard! What the hell is the matter with you? Think I wouldn't
find out?" He hit him again, harder. Matt yelped, and Ryan hit him again
in the face. "Mutherfucker! Jen doesn't love you--she would never even
like you faggot! She loves me so forget it! She's my girlfriend! Goddamn
faggot punk!" he spat. He hit him over and over, yelling at him and
insulting him. Matt saw the hatred, pure evil hatred in Ryan's eyes as he
knelt over him, saw it between blows. He stopped trying to kick him and
get up and just took it, taking the blows one after another. His head
ached, pinned to the dirt ground covered with leaves and sticks, as the
tears rolled down his face. He wished the tears would stop, he wasn't
crying really. Ryan was crazy. He kept hitting him, harder it seemed with
each blow. Matt squeezed his eyes shut, trying to black out. He had no
clue how long he laid there as Ryan continued to beat him.
One of the other guys kicked him in the ribs, seething, "What kinda
asshole takes advantage of a girl when she's drunk? You're fucking scum!"
He kicked him again.
Ryan was still hitting him, shouting that she hated Matt. "She hates you
little goddamn rapist pig! You're trash you're dead!" He hit him again in
the face one final time, then crawled off him, staggering up. Ryan put his
forearm over his eyes and sobbed. Matt just lay there bleeding, with his
eyes closed, praying they didn't have a gun. One of the guys dragged him
to his feet, and he nearly fell down again. One held his shoulder to
steady him, and Matt felt gratitude prematurely as the other guy punched
him in the stomach. Matt doubled over but stayed on his feet thanks to the
guy who held him up by his shoulder.
Ryan, still crying, looked over at them from where he stood, leaning
against the fence. The guy punched him in the ribs a few more times. One
of the guys had Matt's arm twisted behind his back.
"I'll break his fucking arm Ryan," he said as Matt let out a wail of pain.
Ryan just shook his head, his eyes meeting Matt's. Ryan was the
quarterback, the varsity one for his school, and Matt was the JV one for
his. Was that why?
He listened to him, and released his hold on him. Matt felt much gratitude
toward Ryan, even under the circumstances. He couldn't believe Ryan was
still crying, that he'd cried at all.
Ryan just started walking away, not even waiting for his friends. One of
the guys pushed Matt down again and kicked him in the groin, then the ribs
again as he winced.
"You tell anyone about this faggot rapist and you're dead. I'll do more
than break your arm asshole," one said to him.
They left him there in the dirt, barely conscious and crying, wishing they
had killed him.
Chapter:
Preface 01-03
04-06
07-09
10-12
13-15
16-18
19-21
22-24
25-27
28-30
31-33
34-36
37-42
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