Oddball. That's what people call me, well mainly my buddy but I guess he has a reason to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a thousand times you would never find anything rule about me. I'm not the average 11yr old girl. I'm unretentive around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my titty are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear thick black framed glasses with lime run down the temples of the figure. At least that's the colouration for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could couple my getup in hopes that I'd make more friends ; that was a bad decision on their component part because I like when I don't lucifer, so my birdlime viridity in my glasses don't match my black shoes, imperial knee-high, blue shirt or livid jean that I have on. My tomentum is the lawful definition of gingerroot as it is an alternating crisscross between origin red and flaming orange depending on the firing in the way, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at meter and raspy at others, I'm wan than bella from twilight and my lentigo come in Orange instead of red like near gingers I've seen. My only cool eccentric lineament I've got are my oculus, yea they are the usual spark green but if you actually take a facial expression into them you'd see the violet anchor ring that lie within the light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my life story but I don't really manage I mean I still have mountain of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only supporter Kyle. So golden me I get called flake by my honest-to-god brother, Edward ( from crepuscule ), dwarf, and my favourite : that eldritch kid. My brother tells me to look myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most minor my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few class my nickname for life will be fire genitals. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my comrade and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't numeration they have to jazz me.

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Darren walked over to the methamphetamine backdoor, flipped the aluminium latch up turned on his bounder and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup DOOM"shouted kyle as he slid the doorway closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray fleece measure towards his way and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the bema of his way, threshold closed euphony loud, allowing every bit of Thousand animal foot Krutch flood his pinna. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the melody of TFK and whatever the hell entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a good sprightliness, his father was a Police Sergeant, his mother the principal Nurse over various regional infirmary, he had more than enough money, his grades were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously fresh. There was literally no formula that he could not puzzle out within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a small fry prodigy and one to watch for mavin like characteristics. Since displaying his amazing comprehension of all affair mathematical and scientific yr after class he's received invitations to colleges, erudition, job crack, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For Christ sake he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a spell get some hairsbreadth on his chest and be a teen and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most pop kidskin at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his lentigo were permanent wave and the girls found it adorable, his eye were the common greens but laced with golden rings unlike the green-violet eyes of his babe sister, Autumn. He was a darker ginger than his babe, his tomentum being a more unsophisticated fuzz look, which made him look like a cool down shiny-head brunette if anything. His figure is Darren Day so he has a great deal of coolheaded byname such as : { D-day, Darren"Dooms"Day, and doomsday } his personal deary was D-Day. He opened his center as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this metre Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could evidence when kyle came down into the basement he was tidal bore to show me something, I didn't know what it was but I got all excited trying to figure out why he was excited. Kyle stood up and looked through his dingy looking glass, his tubby face beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sorts from the liner of his jackets and held it senior high school above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his bridge player on my wrist joint, still beaming he told me

"Wait just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres cipher good in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what magazine this is ? Or did you just guess it was another man-about-town ?"

I tried to recall of something clever to say but he was right, I did recall it was another playboy, that's all he ever got his hands on to and they got a bit boring after a patch, but after teasing me with such voltage gem I had to have a look. I fumbled through the a twain of pages and was instantly shocked, the Thomas Nelson Page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her stage panoptic open, two long manicured fingers spreading her back talk apart revealing what looked to be a slick very brightly pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one shadow pink nipple and letting the other be crushed by the monumental second joint of the Brobdingnagian black mastodon standing following to her with an even huger cock shoved damn near into her chest. Her eyes were full of tear there was…cum ? Dribbling down her mentum and cervix dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her haircloth and looked as if he was pulling her forefront towards him.
It took me a minute to top my pharynx but I managed in a barely audible voice,

"have you looked through this ?"

"N-no, I waited for you s-s-so we could look at it together"he heaved through deepening gasp. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to mess up a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not snog, not hold helping hand, aught but look at playboy together, he would get them from his older Brother and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took pastime not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the women and wonder if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my attention back to the new page that was lying before us. A young blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large grim ribbed dildo in it and a small but still impressively large dick in her pussy, with her back talk pressed squarely on the pussy of the charwoman from before but this time the black guy wasn't there. She had her teeth on the edge of the erstwhile woman's lip tugging on it as the old womanhood looked to be pushing her head back towards her pussy and the white guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deep as it could get in her ass and his cock equally cryptical within her kitty. I had to accept It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that concerned yet, I mean I knew I would like it one day cause I liked looking at it now but It just didn't turn me on like it did Kyle, I guess it makes signified, I won't be twelve for another 4 month almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few hebdomad ago so it's natural for him to be attracted to it, I think. Either way it was creeping me out, I just wanted to shut down the book and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an overwhelming stifling on my left rib so tight that it pushed most of the air out of me to the point I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my dorsum and felt an even heavier weight on my chest knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sieve through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy sass against mine and threw his spit into my mouth I wanted to cry, to shout out, to quetch him and run but my air was getting thinner, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my mouth into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering candy kiss and I punched him squarely in the nose as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to kick the bucket me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too curse fat, too secure, too wise. I tried to remember directly I tried to be strong and get over some variety of offence but when the tatterdemalion mo of my old wild blue yonder schoolhouse shirt was ripped from my breast I laid there in a heave, sobbing, defeated mess.
Kyle smiled as he looked down at my bra, totally not what he expected from Autumn. It was a purple cotton bra, with a million different colored affection all over it, he lowered his nous and squeezed my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony spread over my face and rip escape my eyes, he trailed his digit down to my milklike tummy, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my snatch. He hoped this would wake up me but I gave no response, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement street corner. I surmise Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my blue jean and unzipped them folding them back to see bright neon panties with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistband of my step-in and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd microscope slide between my mouth.
"piece of tail Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last words scared the resistance back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his temple, unfortunately the third was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, slam through my ear, vibrating through my boldness and cut my lip on my tooth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the elbow room was literally spinning as I felt him squash me under his wait and his firey breath on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One nighttime, yeah, and one more clip, Thanks for the memory board, thanks for the memories, He, he tastes like you only sweeterrrr, ooo ooo ooo OH !"
And with that crescendo that was the end of the Fall Out Boy playlist. It's shady how Kyle could never precipitate asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga momma from the proud family unit. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the dark and tried to clear his head.
"nooky its belatedly, poop I guess I need to make believe Oddball her dinner, Kyle too I guess if he's still here, I don't even know what we have cle—"
Then it hit him, the silence, it was never silent when those two were together always loud and running through the star sign, he figured something was wrong, oddball was Wyrd but she wasn't dumb decent to leave the business firm without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second floor, then to the low gear, then again to the basement trading floor. He pulled open the door and his fondness ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his balance. There lying in figurehead of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his mitt on her bra, cupping it, her jean were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting worm like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle propel his custody to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his former hand, did he want to know ? He found it. On her throat, one-half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to fuck her. He didn't need to make sense out of the rest anymore he was going to shoot down him, I mean he was really going to defeat him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the earth. Darren had his knee firmly in his chest pinning his arm in the mental process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly fount of the nipper who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll putting to death him, DARREN STOP, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my senior chum but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat nooky face, hitting him in his intrude despite the increasing amount of blood, despite the broken crank, despite the vociferation and riot for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boys leg. Piss ? This little fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's glasses and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the room access flew receptive, Darren didn't need the screams to tell apart him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"Saviour Jesus DARREN WHAT THE nookie"Mr. Day still in his full police uniform yanked his son off the lost boy and threw him into the paries. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a entire nelson. With affair settled for the consequence he looked at the boy lying in the pool of descent, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his wife and down at his girl, oh god his daughter, her cervix was swollen and red, her eyes full of tears, a red handprint on her face as shining as the descent on the floor, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the floor and almost on inborn reflex he lifted kyle off the base by his hair reared back with a Irish Andrew Dickson White fist and learn his wife's bloodcurdling screech sharp enough to pierce his homicidal mission and block his fist a mere two in from the boy's fount. He dropped kyle to the priming a wad of brunette hair still in his mitt as he ascended the tone with Autumn in his weapon system. Mrs. Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the interior and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no parole to him, she need not to. Her tone of disgust was enough. Her many yr of breast feeding truly saved Kyle's life, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at place that Kyle only went to the hospital as a guard.
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"Kyle has partial tone sight within his forget eye now because of all the upset Methedrine, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbaric onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an fauna who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR hoot right wing HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs. Day screamed through clenched tooth."Every Nox when I go to sleep I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his short sister from some pervish pussy is a offense ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours uncivilized ? YES !, Was it lethal ? shucks right, but you want to know a secret I'm glad he did it I'm gladiola he beat that little shit half to death…he tried to outrage my daughter MY FUCKING DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those go few words through her dentition clenching her fist the blood barely able to flood around her knuckle joint.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN tune TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT ATTORNEY which means I have the agency to iron out explosive charge against your son and you won't see him for a long time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal vengeance.
"And I'm The police force Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the boss of Police so I have the connections to try your son as an Adult and your baby boy won't see daytime for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intentions in his for both Mr. and Mrs Rhimes.
Mrs Rhimes spoke first,"wellspring it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this Town, city, or province I want his ass out of Everglade State and out of the Orient seashore Now ! I don't give a screwing what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing direction and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as foresightful as I can unfairly get."She meant it the flaming and hatred in her centre made the full stop for her.
Sgt. Day was next to talk,"Deal !"Mrs Day looked appalled at her hubby, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no clink clip I'll send him to experience with my brother in texas, but when we're at workplace I need to know my girl is safe, so your son goes too."
"Done !"Said Mr. Rhimes,"I'll one up you Sarg, if you get your son to texas I'll send Kyle with my adoptive sister in Han-Gook and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a menace nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a word to him, or the two workweek it took to get the arrangements set up. But the day had come, Darren was leaving.
He hadn't said much and no one faulted him for protecting his Sister. When Kyle showed up at the hospital discussion spreadhead around quickly even reaching the topical anesthetic news about what happened and that was probably all the more rationality that both parents wanted to move out their Kyd from the spotlight so desperately. In the two week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely squeamish to Autumn at schooltime, and she even developed a clique at schooltime when citizenry realized how cool she can be once you talk to her. This made things well-situated for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, people were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even weirder detail that she loved to dress herself with and she seemed well-chosen to have Quaker, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any goodbye's. His only genuine gesture in those two weeks was the clinch he gave his house especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the gate turn and throwing a lopsided super bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to beguile it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to elucidate a few things, this is not a rape story, I mean well this part is but the serial publication won't be, I know it didn't have all that much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys desire it to. I wanted to leave alone it with a drop hanger but the live paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more, plus or negative commentary accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The sound faded in and out of with the curves of her neighborhood but then roared to a halt outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to have the day off together, a day they planned to use for a appointment and sleep, they would not be glad. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front threshold, her dad smell like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in cat valium bathroom with gold letter of the alphabet that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant advancement so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with faded letters that used to say figure one mom, and she in a pinkish tank car top and pajama knickers that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellowness smileys in thick shameful rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his motorcycle and turned his back to the family unit ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his curtly brunette lock chamber, as he slid off his cap. One arm had a tattoo on it but she couldn't make out what it said. What she could make out was he was big very big. He was about 6'4 and somewhere around 220 pounds that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've convey honest-to-goodness, You've get fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the confused family, as they all adjusted to his nerve. Then fall read his tattoo, it said…"6 June 1944"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his arms jumping up to his new found superlative and he twirled her in her arms. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the cover from his father. It has been nearly four long long time, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the driveway and a youthful dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the vex family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his weaponry,"Let me bring out my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until side by side month."
"True, so are you going to impart my fiancé in the cold one week from Xmas ? Or are you going to invite us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do bring together us Jazmyn, I'm summer and this is my husband Neal, and my girl Autumn."
"Nice to meet you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 chieftain Day, my natal day was two hebdomad ago Dec 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on January 13th when he'll be 20."She said a little to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you significant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Good Shepherd the Nazarene mom why not ask her which placement is our favorite screw position."Darren replied with the utmost annoyance.
This was the good easy lay opera Autumn could've wished for. She giggled at the overplus on her mother's face, the annoyance in her blood brother's, and the chastising from her father.
"No Mrs Day, I'm a Virgin, your son is a gentlemen, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the house Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't soma it out the following installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little love affair, a few surprisal, and hopefully a salutary story…that is if you guys need me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~