flake. That's what hoi polloi call me, well mainly my brother 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 out anything normal about me. I'm not the intermediate 11yr old girl. I'm short-change around 4'3, I'm skinny as hell, my breast are a 34A and that's pushing it, I have absolutely no curves, I wear thick black framed methamphetamine hydrochloride with fluxing lime streaks down the temples of the frame. At least that's the color for today, my parents spent a lot on my methamphetamine hydrochloride with interchangeable people of color so that I could match my outfits in hopes that I'd make more friends ; that was a bad decisiveness on their section because I like when I don't mate, so my lime green in my glasses don't match my black brake shoe, royal knee-high, blue shirt or white denim that I have on. My hairsbreadth is the avowedly definition of powdered ginger as it is an alternating crossbreed between ancestry red and flaming orange depending on the lighting in the room, I'm a bit pigeon-toed, my voice is really screaky at times and raspy at others, I'm pallid than bella from twilight and my freckles come in orange tree instead of red like most gingerroot I've seen. My only if poise oddball feature I've got are my center, yea they are the common light green but if you actually take a face into them you'd see the violet rings that lie within the light green cloud. I'm not complaining that's just my animation but I don't really wish I mean I still have plenty of fun by myself and my bestfriend…well only friend Kyle. So lucky me I get called oddball by my older brother, Edward ( from twilight ), nanus, and my ducky : that weird kid. My Brother tells me to consider myself lucky because I'm still prepubescent and most kids my age don't know anything about puberty, but in a few class my nickname for life will be firing crotch. 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 backdoor, flipped the aluminum latch up turned on his hound and strolled back towards his room.
"W'Sup DOOM"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 white-haired fleece steps towards his way and shouted back,"Yo Kyle."
And with that he was in the sanctuary of his room, door closed euphony loud, allowing every bit of yard Foot Krutch flood his ear. Darren threw himself on his bed closed his eyes and drifted between the air of TFK and whatever the underworld entered his mind. He thought about his life-time, it was a upright life, his Father was a police force police sergeant, his female parent the head Nurse over several regional hospital, he had more than enough money, his mark were….well his grades could've been better I mean the kid was smart like seriously smarting. There was literally no rule that he could not solve within his foreland, at the age of six he was labeled a child prodigy and one to catch for adept like characteristics. Since displaying his amazing comprehension of all things mathematical and scientific year after year he's received invitations to colleges, scholarships, job offers, you name it he got ‘ em, but he just really didn't give a tinker's damn. For Christ saki he's just 15 he wants to be a screw-up for a while get some hair 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 tike at school. He was a sophomore but he stood a solid 5'8 putting him in the 90th centile, his freckle were perm and the girls found it adorable, his eyes were the usual green but laced with golden gang unlike the green-violet eyes of his infant sister, autumn. He was a darker powdered ginger than his baby, his hair being a more countrified Cu face, which made him look like a aplomb shiny-head brunette if anything. His public figure is Darren Day so he has a slew of cool nicknames such as : { D-day, Darren"doom"Day, and doom } his personal favorite was D-Day. He opened his eyes as the music ceased as iTunes reached the end of his playlist ; he leaned over and clicked on another playlist, this meter Fall Out Boy, and rocked off to slumber.

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I could tell when kyle came down into the basement he was eager to prove 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 field glass, his pudgy cheek beaming as he whipped out a magazine of sort from the facing of his crown and held it heights above his head. Yep, that instantly pissed me off… another playboy. I rolled my heart and clicked on the Xbox, and I felt his hand on my wrist, still beaming he told me

"Wait just look at it"
"I don't want to, theres nothing skillful in those"
"Those ?"he said smugly"Do you even know what powder store this is ? Or did you just guess it was another playboy ?"

I tried to call back of something clever to say but he was decent, I did conceive it was another man-about-town, that's all he ever got his work force on to and they got a bit drill after a while, but after teasing me with such potential treasure I had to ingest a feeling. I fumbled through the a couple of pages and was instantly shocked, the page I landed on had a middle aged woman with her legs astray undefended, two long manicured fingers spreading her sass apart revealing what looked to be a slickness very bright pink-reddish pussy, all-the-while tugging firmly on one darkness pink nipple and letting the former be crushed by the monolithic thigh of the huge black mastodon standing next to her with an even huge cock shoved damn near into her chest of drawers. Her heart were full of tears there was…cum ? Dribbling down her Chin and neck dripping onto her chest and he was gripping her pilus and looked as if he was pulling her head towards him.
It took me a bit to pass my throat but I managed in a barely hearable 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 gasps. By god this was seriously turning him on, I mean I get it, it is extremely sexy but I think he's going to go down on a gasket. Let me clarify we're not dating, we've never done anything sexual, not kiss, not defy hands, naught but looking at at man-about-town together, he would get them from his Old brothers and look at them because well he's a boy I guess. When I caught him one time I took interest not because I'm a les or anything but because I could look at the charwoman and wonder if I'll ever look anything like what is in the magazines.
"Jeeze this is hot"he breathed, I turned my tending back to the new Page that was lying before us. A younger blonde, probably twenties had her ass in the air spread wide with an absurdly large sinister ribbed dildo in it and a smaller but still impressively orotund dick in her pussy, with her mouth pressed squarely on the slit of the woman from before but this meter the ignominious guy wasn't there. She had her tooth on the edge of the older woman's lip tugging on it as the former woman looked to be pushing her pass back towards her pussy and the white guy looked as if he was shoving the dildo as deeply as it could get in her ass and his cock equally late within her pussy. I had to allow in It was hot, it didn't get me wet or anything, I just genuinely wasn't that interest yet, I mean I knew I would like it one day crusade 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 months almost and Kyle just turned 13 a few calendar week 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 book and be done with it, maybe look at it alone but not now, no now was wayyyy to awkward.
Then I felt an deluge suppression on my left rib so tight that it pushed well-nigh of the air out of me to the point I couldn't even utter a cry. I was turned on my back and felt an even threatening exercising weight on my chest knocking the residual of the air out of me. Kyle was on top of me and when I tried to sort through the confusion he slammed his disgusting, fat, oleaginous back talk against mine and threw his clapper into my rima oris I wanted to cry, to scream, to sound off him and run but my air was getting diluent, my throat grew hot, my tongue darted out of my backtalk into the open stale air of Kyle's lingering kiss and I punched him squarely in the nozzle as I realized if I didn't do something, anything kyle was going to choke off me to death. I squirmed against him fighting with all my might but he was just too damn fat, too strong, too smarting. I tried to think straight I tried to be unattackable and exceed some sort of offence but when the shattered bits of my old blueing school shirt was ripped from my chest I laid there in a panting, sobbing, defeated mint.
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 thrust my breast, harder, then harder, then even harder as he watched the excruciation spread over my font and tears escape my eyes, he trailed his fingerbreadth down to my milky belly, to the tip of my blue jean, he tugged them up hard so they'd slid against my pussy. He hoped this would arouse me but I gave no response, just a blank glassy stare into the darkness of a basement turning point. I guess Kyle was really getting pissed by my want of enthusiasm. He angrily fumbled with my jeans 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 panty and tugged them up towards my bellybutton ensuring they'd slideway between my lips.
"Fuck Autumn, if you're not wet yet, you will be…maybe fraught too, then you'll be mine…forever…"Those finis words scared the immunity 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 in the ass, guess through my ear, vibrating through my cheeks 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 crush me under his wait and his firey breathing space on my ear…I really was his, now and forever.

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"One Night, yeah, and one more time, Thanks for the retentivity, 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 downslope Out Boy play list. It's comic how Kyle could never decrease asleep without medicine and as soon as it ended he'd wake up, reminded me of Suga mum from the proud family. Kyle sat up on his bed and pulled on a tank top. He looked blankly through the darkness and tried to clear his head.
"shag its deep, cocksucker I guess I need to defecate 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 unsounded when those two were together always loud and running through the house, he figured something was incorrectly, oddball was weird but she wasn't dumb plenty to pull up stakes the star sign without him, not even with Kyle.
Darren flew down the whole tone to the second flooring, then to the first, then again to the basement floor. He pulled open the room access and his heart ached, it gripped his chest and he lost his proportion. There lying in figurehead of the Xbox was fall with her shirt gone, and Kyle on top of her. He had his script on her bra, cupping it, her dungaree 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 be active his manus to oddball's thing, very close to in between them…where her undo jeans were. He looked for his other hired hand, did he desire to know ? He found it. On her throat, half choking her. She wasn't fucking him he was going to fuck her. He didn't need to shit sense out of the rest anymore he was going to drink down him, I mean he was really going to pop him. And with that final thought Kyle was on the earth. Darren had his knee firmly in his thorax pinning his arm in the process he clutched his fist reared it back and smashed it into the pudgy, greasy, smelly, fat, ugly face of the child who would commend as Kyle Ramon Rhimes.
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"occlusion you'll kill him, DARREN blockage, PLEASE !"I screamed with all my might as I tugged at my older brother but it didn't matter I was hopelessly outmatched. Darren continued to pound the fat shtup face, hitting him in his nose despite the increasing sum of money of blood, despite the come apart deoxyephedrine, despite the cries and screams for help, despite the pee that was coming down the boy leg. micturate ? This footling fucker pissed on him ? With that Darren pounded harder and faster until his knuckles were bleeding from cutting them on the Kyle's methamphetamine hydrochloride and teeth.
Unexpectedly, the door flew spread, Darren didn't need the howler to distinguish him who it was, he knew, he just didn't give a fuck.
"JESUS Jesus Christ DARREN WHAT THE FUCK"Mr. Day still in his full police force uniform yanked his son off the lost boy and threw him into the wall. When Darren recovered and tried to advance he easily put him into a total Admiral Nelson. With things settled for the moment he looked at the boy fabrication in the pool of blood, coughing and crying. Then he looked at his married woman and down at his girl, oh god his daughter, her cervix was swollen and red, her eyes total of tears, a red handprint on her face as shining as the blood on the storey, and her jeans…open.
"Oh God no, NO, NO ! NO ! NO ! ! !"Sgt. Day threw his son to the flooring and almost on physiological reaction he lifted kyle off the trading floor by his hairsbreadth reared back with a Irish whisky ashen fist and listen his wife's bloodcurdling thigh-slapper sharp enough to pierce his homicidal mission and stop his clenched fist a mere two inch from the boy's face. He dropped kyle to the ground a wad of brunet hair still in his hand as he ascended the steps with Autumn in his arms. Mrs Day led Darren up the stairs holding him trying to calm him down, she locked the door from the inside and went back down the steps to tend to Kyle, she said no words to him, she need not to. Her looking of disgust was enough. Her many years of nursing truly saved Kyle's liveliness, she did such a magnificent job with her equipment at home that Kyle only went to the infirmary as a precaution.
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"Kyle has partial sight within his left eye now because of all the broken glass, that got lodged within it due to Darren's barbarian 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 shucks right HE COULD'VE, and I saved his life sentence !"Mrs Day screamed through clenched tooth."Every night 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 piffling babe 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 ? hoot right wing, but you want to have sex a secret I'm glad he did it I'm glad he beat that piffling take a crap half to death…he tried to rape my girl MY FUCKING daughter and I should've let him die for it."Mrs. Day spat those last few row through her dentition clenching her fist the ancestry barely able to flood around her knuckles.
"Yea my son made a mistake but you forget who you're talking to, I'M NEXT IN stemma TO BE D.A. get that ? That's DISTRICT attorney which means I have the agency to squeeze heraldic bearing against your son and you won't see him for a longsighted time."Mrs. Rhimes spat back with equal payback.
"And I'm The police Sergeant and my bestfriend from childhood is the foreman of Police so I have the connections to try your son as an adult and your baby boy won't see daylight for the next 15-35 years."Sgt. Day said rising to his feet with daring intent 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, metropolis, or province I want his ass out of Sunshine State and out of the East Coast Now ! I don't have a screw what you do to my son, if he's not gone I'm pressing kick and using every dirty tactic to get him locked up for as foresighted as I can unfairly get."She meant it the fire and hatred in her centre made the period for her.
Sgt. Day was next to verbalise,"stack !"Mrs Day looked appalled at her married man, and formed her justificatory objection, but was silenced by a wave of his hired man."If my son faces no poky clock time I'll send him to know with my brother in Texas, but when we're at oeuvre I need to recognize my daughter is good, 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 Korea and that'll be the end you'll ever here from us.
Sgt. Day gave a jeopardise nod and with that gripped his wife's arm and led her back to the car. She didn't say a countersign to him, or the two calendar week 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 sis. When Kyle showed up at the hospital watchword spread around quickly even reaching the local newsworthiness about what happened and that was probably all the more cause that both parents wanted to remove their kids from the spotlight so desperately. In the two weeks since the incident happened, everyone was extremely nice to Autumn at school, and she even developed a clique at school day when people realized how sang-froid she can be once you talk to her. This made things easier for Darren as he left knowing she won't be alone anymore, citizenry were immolating her now wearing absurd colors and even uncanny point that she loved to decorate herself with and she seemed happy to accept friends, but he hardly spoke and didn't really give any adios's. His only very gesture in those two calendar week was the hugs he gave his syndicate especially his sis before he left, he finally spoke as he walked through the logic gate turning and throwing a askew exceedingly bounce ball to her. She asked him what it was, as it bounced awkwardly away from her and she ran to trip up it. To her surprisal he answered…
"It's an oddball ”.





~~~~~~Okay so I felt the pauperism to elucidate a few affair, this is not a rape story, I mean well this part is but the serial won't be, I know it didn't have all that much sex in it but it'll get there if you guys want it to. I wanted to leave it with a cliff hanger but the last paragraph kinda seems like a last to me so I'm going to start Chapter 2 here to see if you guys need more, prescribed or damaging comments accepted I'll use it all to be a better writer.~~~~~~~






fall woke up to an excessively loud motorcycle coming through her neighbourhood. The audio faded in and out of with the curves of her neighbourhood but then roared to a stoppage outside her window, it was just before 9:00a.m. on a Dominicus and her parents were both fortunate to let the day off together, a day they planned to use for a engagement and quietus, they would not be happy. She caught up with them as they walked towards the front line threshold, her dad smelling like coffee and her mom smelling like"ew"sex ? They walked outside all in pajamas. Her Dad, in Green Bathroom with gold letters that said"maitre d'hotel"he moved through his lieutenant publicity so quickly there was hardly a point in appointing it. Her mom in a long pink bathrobe with bleached varsity letter that used to say number one mom, and she in a pinkish armoured combat vehicle top and pajama gasp that read :"I'm just aDORKable ”. With white-livered smileys in thick black rimmed glasses.
The stranger rose off his bike and turned his back to the family ; he lifted his helmet off displaying his short brunette lock chamber, as he slid off his jacket. 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 British pound that looked to be pure muscle. With his back still turned he finally spoke,"You've take older, You've gotten fatter, and You've make taller"he turned and looked at the confuse family, as they all adjusted to his human face. 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 peak and he twirled her in her munition. He was soon comforted by a hug from his mother and patted on the back from his father. It has been nearly four long years, and finally Darren was home.
A white Mercedes pulled into the private road and a Edward Young dirty blond stepped out and smiled awkwardly, at the baffled family.
"Oh"Smiled Darren as he cupped the smasher in his arms,"Let me introduce my beautiful fiancé, Jazmyn."
"But you're not even 20, not until next month."
"True, so are you going to forget my fiancé in the cold one workweek from Christmas ? Or are you going to invite us in to bewitch up mom ?"
"Uh-um y-y-yes do join us Jazmyn, I'm summertime and this is my husband Neal, and my daughter 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 Captain Day, my birthday was two calendar week ago December 13th, exactly one month before Darren's on Jan 13th when he'll be 20."She said a little to bubbly for the moment.
"Are you pregnant ?"Blurted out Mrs. Day
"Jesus the Nazarene mom why not ask her which stance is our favorite screw propeller position."Darren replied with the utmost pain in the neck.
This was the best goop opera fall could've wished for. She giggled at the embarrassment on her mother's face, the annoyance in her brother's, and the chastising from her Fatherhood.
"No Mrs. Day, I'm a Virgo, your son is a gentleman's gentleman, we've been together for nearly four years."
Still immensely mortified Mrs. Day responded,"Welcome to the kinfolk Jazmine"and leaned in for a hug.





~~~ok if you couldn't soma it out the next installment is gon na ingest a lot of sex, and a little love affair, a few surprises, and hopefully a in force story…that is if you guys want me to make more… THANKS FOR READING~~~