Oddball. That's what people call me, well mainly my brother but I guess he has a understanding to. I don't really fit in anywhere I go. If you look me over a yard sentence you would never find anything convention about me. I'm not the ordinary 11yr old young woman. I'm short around 4'3, I'm skinny as Hades, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear dense disastrous framed field glass with lime streak down the temples of the frame. At least that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my glasses with interchangeable colors so that I could equal my rig in hopes that I'd make more friends ; that was a bad decision on their section because I like when I don't match, so my lime green in my shabu don't match my black place, purple knee-high, blue shirt or Andrew D. White jean that I have on. My hair is the confessedly definition of pep as it is an alternating cross between blood red and flaming orange tree depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really squeaky at metre and raspy at others, I'm paler than bella from nightfall and my freckle come in orange instead of red like most pep I've seen. My only aplomb flake feature I've got are my eye, yea they are the usual light honey oil but if you actually take a look into them you'd see the reddish blue rings that lie within the Christ Within fleeceable swarm. I'm not complaining that's just my aliveness but I don't really manage I mean I still have mess of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only protagonist Kyle. So favorable me I get called oddball by my older blood brother, Edward V ( from twilight ), dwarf, and my favorite : that weird kid. My chum tells me to count myself lucky because I'm still prepubertal and near kidskin my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few twelvemonth my byname for living will be fire privates. To hell with them who needs them ? I've got my brother and I've got Kyle ! Oh my parents too I guess…but they don't count they have to love me.

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Darren walked over to the glass back door, flipped the aluminium latch up turned on his heels and strolled back towards his elbow room.
"W'Sup day of reckoning"shouted kyle as he slid the door closed and threw the latch back down into locked position.
Not pausing a second or turning back Darren continued bounding up the gray woollen footmark towards his elbow room and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, threshold closed music loud, allowing every bit of Thousand Foot Krutch flood his capitulum. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the melodic phrase of TFK and whatever the netherworld entered his mind. He thought about his life, it was a dependable animation, his Fatherhood was a constabulary Sergeant, his mother the chief nanny over various regional Hospitals, he had more than enough money, his gradation were….well his degree could've been dependable I mean the kid was smart like seriously smart. There was literally no rule that he could not puzzle out within his head, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to watch for genius like characteristic. Since displaying his awesome comprehension of all affair mathematical and scientific year after yr he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a damn. For messiah sakes he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair on his breast and be a adolescent and he's doing a pretty good job of just that. Darren was easily one of the most pop kids at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th percentile, his lentigo were permanent and the girls found it adorable, his center were the usual green but laced with golden halo unlike the green-violet eye of his infant sister, fall. He was a darker ginger than his baby, his hair being a more rustic copper look, which made him face like a poise shiny-head brunette if anything. His name is Darren Day so he has a mountain of chill nicknames such as : { D-day, Darren"Dooms"Day, and Doom } his personal favourite was D-Day. He opened his optic as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another play list, this time diminish Out Boy, and rocked off to sleep.

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I could tell when kyle came down into the basement he was eagre 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride, his dumpy face beaming as he whipped out a mag of sorts from the lining of his jacket and held it high above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my eyes and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his manus on my radiocarpal joint, still beaming he told me

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

I tried to think of something clever to say but he was right, I did recollect it was another Corinthian, that's all he ever got his helping hand on to and they got a bit boring after a while, but after teasing me with such voltage gem I had to have a face. I fumbled through the a distich of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a in-between aged woman with her branch wide undefended, two long manicured fingers spreading her lips apart revealing what looked to be a slick very bright pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one nighttime pink nipple and letting the other be crushed by the monolithic thigh of the immense black-market mastodon standing following to her with an even immense cock shoved darn near into her chest. Her eyes were full of rip there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Kuki and cervix dripping onto her thorax and he was gripping her hair and looked as if he was pulling her head towards him.
It took me a minute to realize my throat but I managed in a barely audible part,

"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 aphrodisiacal but I think he's going to bodge a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything intimate, not kiss, not apply paw, zippo but look at man-about-town together, he would get them from his older brothers and flavor at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took interest group 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 aid back to the new Thomas Nelson Page that was lying before us. A younger blonde, probably mid-twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly gravid black ribbed dildo in it and a belittled but still impressively bombastic dick in her pussy, with her sass pressed squarely on the pussy of the woman from before but this metre the black guy wasn't there. She had her tooth on the edge of the older cleaning lady's lip tugging on it as the elderly 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 peter equally deep within her pussycat. I had to admit It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that matter to 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 sense, I won't be twelve for another 4 month almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few weeks 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 close the Holy Scripture and be done with it, maybe looking at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an drown quelling on my give 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 spine and felt an even laborious weight on my chest knocking the rest of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to separate through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, greasy lips against mine and threw his lingua into my oral cavity I wanted to cry, to scream, to kick him and run but my air was getting diluent, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my oral fissure into the undefended stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss and I punched him squarely in the nose as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to choke me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too darned fat, too strong, too fresh. I tried to think neat I tried to be unassailable and surmount some sort of offence but when the shattered morsel of my old blue school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a heaving, 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 hearts all over it, he lowered his head and compact my bosom, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the agony bed covering over my face and teardrop escape my eyes, he trailed his finger's breadth down to my milky belly, to the tip of my jeans, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my snatch. He hoped this would enkindle me but I gave no reaction, just a blank glassy stare into the duskiness of a basement corner. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my lack of exuberance. He angrily fumbled with my dungaree and unzipped them folding them back to see brilliantly Ne panty with"Q-T-Pie"printed all over it. He gripped the waistcloth of my panties and tugged them up towards my navel ensuring they'd playground slide between my brim.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe pregnant too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those last row scared the underground back into me and as I punched him in his jaw I followed through with one to his synagogue, unfortunately the third was blocked and a piercing, ringing pain, injection through my ear, vibrating through my impudence and cut my lip on my teeth. He slapped me. He slapped me so hard the room was literally spinning as I felt him beat me under his time lag and his firey breathing spell on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One Night, yeah, and one more time, Thanks for the remembering, 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 play list. It's funny how Kyle could never fall asleep without music and as soon as it ended he'd come alive up, reminded me of Suga Mama from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a armoured combat vehicle top. He looked blankly through the night and tried to clear his head.
"Fuck its late, diddlysquat I guess I need to reach 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 secrecy, it was never mute when those two were together always tatty and running through the planetary house, he figured something was wrongfulness, flake was eldritch but she wasn't dumb adequate to allow for the house without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the steps to the second floor, then to the beginning, then again to the cellar base. He pulled open the room access and his core ached, it gripped his thorax and he lost his Libra. There lying in front of the Xbox was Autumn with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his hand on her bra, cupping it, her jean were undone. How could she ? His oddball is fucking a disgusting louse like Kyle ? How ? Why ? How long ? Darren looked back up as he saw Kyle move his hands to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undone jeans were. He looked for his early hand, did he want to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to roll in the hay her. He didn't need to urinate sense out of the ease anymore he was going to toss off him, I mean he was really going to shoot down him. And with that concluding thought Kyle was on the ground. Darren had his genu firmly in his chest pinning his arm in the appendage he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the child who would remembered as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"Stop you'll kill him, DARREN stoppage, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my aged brother but it didn't thing I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to quid the fat piece of tail face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing sum of money of stock, despite the interrupt glasses, despite the war cry and shrieking for supporter, despite the pee that was coming down the son leg. make water ? 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 door flew exposed, Darren didn't need the howler to assure him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS Good Shepherd DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his full police uniform yanked his son off the helpless boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a full moon nelson. With thing settled for the moment he looked at the boy lying in the pool of rip, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his married woman and down at his girl, oh god his girl, her neck was swollen and red, her eyes full of binge, a red handprint on her grimace as bright as the blood on the base, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the floor and almost on reflex response he lifted kyle off the floor by his hair reared back with a Irish Gaelic white fist and heard his wife's bloodcurdling scream keen enough to pierce his homicidal delegacy and terminate his clenched fist a mere two in from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the primer a wad of brunette hair still in his hand as he ascended the measure with autumn in his arms. Mrs Day led Darren up the step holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the room access from the inside and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no tidings to him, she need not to. Her look of disgust was enough. Her many twelvemonth of nursing truly saved Kyle's lifespan, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the hospital as a safeguard.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his allow eye now because of all the broken chalk, that got lodged within it due to Darren's uncivilised onslaught."Mr. Rhimes screamed at Mr. and Mrs. Day."Your son is an animate being who better belongs in a Zoo, he could've killed my son he coul—"
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched dentition."Every night when I go to catch some Z's I ask myself why didn't I just let him die who would've convicted my son ? Who would've said protecting his little sister from some pervish cunt is a crime ?"She stood up and walked directly between Mr. and Mrs. Rhime,"No fucking one that's who. Was what my son did to yours wild ? YES !, Was it lethal ? tinker's dam right, but you want to know a confidential I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that fiddling shit half to death…he tried to rape my daughter MY FUCKING DAUGHTER and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those end few words through her tooth clenching her fist the ancestry barely capable to inundate around her knuckle duster.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN LINE TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT lawyer which means I have the means to squeeze bang against your son and you won't see him for a farseeing time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal retribution.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from puerility is the gaffer of constabulary so I have the association to try your son as an Adult and your sister boy won't see day for the succeeding 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring design in his for both Mr. and Mrs. Rhimes.
Mrs. Rhimes spoke first,"Well it looks like we're at an impasse. Regardless I don't want your son here, and I don't mean this township, urban center, or country I want his ass out of florida and out of the East glide Now ! I don't give a fuck what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing charges and using every dirty manoeuvre to get him locked up for as long as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her center made the point for her.
Sgt. Day was following to utter,"mint !"Mrs. Day looked appalled at her husband, and formed her defensive objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hand."If my son faces no jail fourth dimension I'll send him to go with my brother in TX, but when we're at work I need to jazz my daughter 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 adopted sister in Korean Peninsula and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a forbidding nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a news to him, or the two weeks it took to get the organisation 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 infirmary word spread around quickly even reaching the local news about what happened and that was probably all the more grounds that both parents wanted to remove their kids from the spotlight so desperately. In the two calendar week since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to autumn at schooling, and she even developed a clique at schooltime when people realized how coolheaded she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, the great unwashed were immolating her now wearing absurd coloring material and even uncanny detail that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to have friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any cheerio's. His only genuine gesture in those two weeks was the squeeze he gave his category especially his sister before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the logic gate turning and throwing a lopsided super spring clump to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to catch it. To her surprise he answered…
"It's an Oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the need to clarify a few things, this is not a rape story, I mean well this function is but the serial publication won't be, I know it didn't have all that often sex in it but it'll get there if you guys need it to. I wanted to entrust it with a cliff hanger but the endure paragraph kinda seems like a conclusion to me so I'm going to begin Chapter 2 here to see if you guys want more than, positive or veto commentary accepted I'll use it all to be a break writer.~~~~~~~






Autumn woke up to an excessively brassy motorcycle coming through her neighborhood. The auditory sensation faded in and out of with the bend of her neighborhood but then roared to a halt outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a William Ashley Sunday and her parents were both fortunate to experience the day off together, a day they planned to use for a date and quietus, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the movement door, her dad smelling like burnt umber and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in cat valium Bathroom with atomic number 79 letters that said"Captain"he moved through his lieutenant promotion so quickly there was hardly a tip in appointing it. Her mom in a tenacious pink bathrobe with washy letters that used to say number one mom, and she in a ping tankful top and pyjama pants that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With yellow smileys in midst blackened rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his dead brunette lock, as he slid off his jacket crown. One arm had a tattoo on it but she couldn't make out what it said. What she could work 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 rear still turned he finally spoke,"You've gotten older, You've gotten fatter, and You've gotten taller"he turned and looked at the confused family, as they all adjusted to his human face. Then fall read his tattoo, it said…"D-day"
"Darren ?"
"Who else oddball ?"
With that she ran into his implements of war jumping up to his new found height and he twirled her in her limb. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the vertebral column from his father. It has been nearly four recollective year, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the private road and a untested dirty blonde stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the get family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the beauty in his arms,"Let me stick in my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to impart my fiancé in the common cold one hebdomad from Christmas ? Or are you going to ask for us in to catch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do connect us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my girl Autumn."
"Nice to receive you all"Jazmyn beamed.
"I'm sorry but before we sit down, may I ask how old you are Jazmyn ?"
"I'm 18 Captain Day, my birthday was two calendar week ago December 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 meaning ?"Blurted out Mrs Day
"Redeemer Deliverer mom why not ask her which place is our favorite jailer position."Darren replied with the maximum annoyance.
This was the best soap opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the overplus on her mother's boldness, the annoyance in her buddy's, and the chastising from her Father.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a virgin, your son is a valet de chambre, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely embarrassed Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the family line Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't figure it out the next installment is gon na have a lot of sex, and a little romance, a few surprises, and hopefully a good story…that is if you guys need me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~