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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 3:59:16 GMT -5
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The cold brought him here. Well, the midsummer air felt warm and humid to the townspeople, but Will felt sickly. The monster inside needed something and it pushed him onward until it found the quarry. The deep water was so far down that it almost never saw the sunlight. Therefore, the depths would be so cold that it would send a shock down Will’s spine if he was completely conscious. He wasn’t; the monster had control over his body, his mind, and if ever possible, his spirit. He was conscious to his surroundings, but it was like being caged within his head. He had no way to respond to his family, his friends. He left just as she came back. Did she save the gang? He felt the monster’s anger and found the hope he needed, until he felt his body being pulled down. He was climbing down the side.
Fear wouldn’t help him be still. He felt his heart beating a thousand times per second as he descended closer to the water. He muttered to himself quietly, trying to get the monster to listen but it wouldn’t work. If it wanted the cold, it would take the cold, one way or another. It wouldn’t kill him, not without another host to jump in. It was too soon, but the boy knew it would happen, and he would never see it coming. As he finally made it to the bottom, he stood at the edge of the water for a moment. He wore his pajamas, something he had kept on for the past few days ever since the monster entered him in the Upside-Down. If the monster had its way, he wouldn’t have anything on, but that would draw unwanted attention. It wanted to come here, and it would prevail.
He felt the hostility and knew it all too well. It never allowed him to tell the others it lived inside him. If he had told them, he wouldn’t be doing this right now. His feet had started to move forward, dipping themselves into the water. The cold sent shivers up the boy’s legs and through his spine. Even before he was waist-deep, his teeth were already chattering. The gang knew there was something wrong with him, that something had him like a puppet, but they knew not how to get him free of its grip. The boy had a theory, but there was no way to tell them. He couldn’t even draw unless he was blindfolded, and that most likely wouldn’t work. If it hated the heat, and wanted the cold, then surely it wouldn’t stay in him if he got too hot. But how was he to tell?
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Post by Amber Fletch on Feb 23, 2018 11:00:49 GMT -5
Amber walked to the Quarry. She was sore from being harshly raped twice that day, first when her dog bit her brother, and second after getting home from the vet. She felt pain with every step, but she went anyway, because it was her dog’s favorite place. If he were still alive, she would be taking him.
The way she came put her below the cliff, so she could head straight to the water. She would not go in it, as it would be too cold this time of year. Her dog, who was tougher then her, would have gone it. He loved playing in the water. She would often walk him here, and let him off leash to play in the water.
Her brother would sometimes come with them, but sometimes he had better things to do. Today, he had better things to do. He often did, but she never did.
She felt really guilty for being the one he was protecting when he bit her brother and got the death penalty. Her brother had made it clear that it was her fault that her dog committed the crime. The fact that he had come at her, abnormally fast, was not excuse for not putting her dog behind a closed door before being violated and raped, and she had cried a lot.
She sat on the ground, by the water, while tears fell from her eyes. She thought about her dog and about herself. She considered useless and good for nothing except for her brother having fun with her body. She was only partly distracted when she noticed a boy, wearing pajamas, climbing down the cliff and into the cold water. She wondered if he was okay, and what the heck he was doing. She suspected that he was really tough, unlike her. She had fought pain the entire walk over here, but she considered herself to be a wimp.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 12:30:43 GMT -5
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It wouldn’t let him stop. He was pulled forward until the water was close to his chest. It wasn’t going to be long before he would no longer feel the bottom. The quarry was not a safe place for even the most avid of swimmers because it was so deep and mysterious. A jump from the clifftop would instantly kill someone as the impact against the water’s surface from such a height would devastate the body. Will was afraid of heights, and he didn’t know how to swim. If the creature knew how to keep him alive, he would regrettably have to put his trust into it. That was another challenge all on its own. But, as if it sensed his inability, it stopped him.
He had the willpower to move, but he stood still. The creature was a frightening entity, and he wanted to avoid bad decisions altogether. Simply, he stayed like a statue in the water, allowing it to wade him back and forth as his body began to grow cold. What was that sound? It sounded like someone crying. Had his mother found him, and was completely helpless in trying to save him? Regardless, he forced himself to look, though he didn’t feel the pressure. The monster was probably curious too. There, on the shore, was a young girl whose eyes met his briefly for a moment before he looked away. He was embarrassed that she saw him in wet pajamas, but he also didn’t understand girls.
The words would not come to mind. He had no idea what to say to someone he didn’t know so well. He had seen her around at school, but he never found an opportunity to socialize with her. His eyes fell upon her again, and his mouth gaped open as he tried to find something to say. Then he felt it; his foot had been moved back. It never found the bottom. He struggled to keep his other foot still, but he was gradually losing the strength against such a powerful monster. With the last of his willpower, he tried to speak to the girl, to ask her for help. But all that came out of his mouth was a sharp and short “he--” before he found himself submerged under the water. Did the creature not care if he died? Would the girl understand what he tried to say?
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Post by Amber Fletch on Feb 23, 2018 13:47:42 GMT -5
Amber’s dog was a great simmer. He could swim no matter how deep the water was, and he could always tell when there was something else in the water. With Amber, that was not the case. She was a terrible swimmer. There was a small section of the Quarry, which was fairly shallow, which her brother allowed her to go into when he was not there. She had only ever to other parts of the Quarry with him right beside her, and often holding onto her.
Amber thought she saw the boy go under water. She whipped her tears away, and she could not see him anymore. The area that he was in was a spot where she had fallen once, because the ground had dropped and it suddenly got too deep. Her brother’s hold on her had prevented her from touching the ground, so she was not sure how deep it was, but she was pretty sure that it was deep.
She wished her brother was here. She knew that he could save him, if she begged. She would probably have to pay for it later, but she was sure it would be worth it.
She knew the she could not swim out to save him. She also knew that she would not be able to pull him up, and that she had nothing to stand on while pulling him up. It then occurred to her that maybe, hopefully, he could pull himself up, if he had something to do it with.
She saw a log, that thought that maybe he could grab onto the log. She feared that she would be unable to get the log to him, or that he would be dead by the time that she got there. After all, she was helpless and useless. Still, she felt like she had to try something, even if she didn’t actually think that she could do it.
Using all her strength, she managed to push the close to the water, hoping that it would float close enough to him, although she feared that that was unlikely. She suddenly thought of an idea that she hoped would work. She went and found a big stick, and came back to the log with it. She sat on the log, and pushed off with the stick.
As soon as she was in the water, the log wobbled. She gripped it, scared. She soon sat up and nervously pushed off again. It took a while, but she eventually managed to get to the deep area where the boy was in. Her stick didn’t touch the ground anymore, and she wasn’t sure where exactly the boy was.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 23, 2018 20:47:56 GMT -5
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Trapped underwater, he had no way to move. He flailed his arms and legs as hard as he could, but all he did was sink lower into the watery abyss. His pajamas contorted the more he twisted and turned his body, until finally his pruned fingers landed on something woodsy. He tried to open his eyes but it was too dark to see. He blindly felt around until he found what appeared to be a leg and he tugged on it quite violently. One who would feel as if they were at the brink of death would usually have no control of their actions, let alone their behavior. Finally, he broke through the surface and immediately wrapped an arm around the log. He struggled to climb on but managed in the end. Sitting on the log as if he was riding a horse, he panted as he stared at her.
For some time, he was quiet. He knew what to say, but he just couldn’t bring himself to. He was still trying to catch his breath, something he had almost lost for good if it hadn’t been for her cleverness. Without warning, he reached forward and wrapped his arms around her as to give her a friendly embrace, but it was his only way of saying thanks at the time. Seconds became minutes, and he was about to let go. But he couldn’t. No, his grip on her seemed to tighten. Subconsciously, he knew why. In person, if one was to look at him now, they would see that murderous look on his face as his eyes furrowed at the back of her head, his smile transformed into a scowl. The monster inside of him didn’t like her, and it wanted to kill her, using his strength as the tool.
Mentally, he protested so much that it only drove the monster farther. His arms were completely wrapped around her like two boas constricting her. If he pressed any harder, he would surely break something in her body. How did he even have this kind of strength? No, it had to be the monster’s. It scared the boy too much to consider that he was capable of such a feat. Then finally, by some miracle, his last attempt to stop the monster was so strong that it was surprised. Momentarily, he had control over his body, and in that moment, he released the girl so fast he nearly toppled over. He caught his balance and whimpered with an apologetic look. Would she believe him? “I’m sorry.”
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Post by Amber Fletch on Feb 24, 2018 13:43:49 GMT -5
Amber flinched, feeling a tug on her leg. It caused her to drop her stick, but the stick was not much help in this deep on water. She leaned over the log, and held onto it tightly. When he started climbing up, she quickly sat back up to give him more room.
She was relived, and surprised, that a plan that she had thought of had actually worked. Still, she did think that this meant that he saved him. He had found the log and climbed onto it, himself. .
Now that he was much closer, she recognized him recognized him. He was Will Byers, also known as Zombie Boy. Everybody seemed to know who he was, even social outcast like herself.
Amber flinched when he threw his arms around her. Amber normally liked hugs, unless they were sudden. Being suddenly grabbed was scary to her, which was probably because she associated it with being psychically and sexually abused. She started to relax, thinking he was just hugging her, but then his grip started to tighten and she became even more scared. His grip began to really hurt, her small body, and she could not breathe. She thought she was going to die. She did not put up any resistance, because she knew that it was no use.
Amber experience in dealing with her scary, abusive family members, had taught her that resistance was not only useless, but made things worse. Telling her father only led to disbelieve. Back before her brother started abusing her, hoping he would save her from her mother overboard discipline did not help. The best thing to do was to take all the blows and absorb all the pain of her mother and brother.
Oddly, she was not consciously anger about what had happed, and what was happening to her. She was only sad. What she did not know, was that she had anger bottled up inside = her
Eventually, he let go. She fell forward, and caught herself with her hands. She looked down, catching her breath. She heard him say he was sorry. She looked up at him, trembling.
He was not scary anymore. He just looked scared. He looked like he was actually sorry. She suspected, and also hoped, that he was usually nice and only sometimes really mean, like her brother but probably more extreme. She had not seen his face, when he was squeezing her, fortunately. “I know,” she told him, so quietly that he may or may not have heard.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2018 16:36:57 GMT -5
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A chill went down his spine and he shivered. His pajamas were soaked to the skin now, but he didn’t feel conscious about his appearance right now. He was deeply concerned that he had almost killed an innocent girl, someone who had just saved his life. A chilly breeze fluttered at him and it caused another shiver. Despite it being late in the summer, it was very late at night. It had to be past midnight now, but he didn’t have a way to tell time. He had left his watch at home. When she finally talked, he sighed with relief. In his mind, her acceptance meant that she would give him a chance to earn her trust, and he would do his very best.
He noticed the stick floating off in the distance, too far for either of them to reach. There was no way to know what lied beneath them; he didn’t want to take the risk of falling back in the water again. “I will paddle us back,” he said softly after a moment of consideration. He didn’t want to add stress on the girl when it was avoidable. It was bad enough he almost broke her body, though that wasn’t him. He reached over and started to stroke his hand through the water. The log moved slightly. One arm stroking the surface wouldn’t do, and he didn’t want to risk losing control of his body to the monster again. To speed up their return to shore, he shifted position and lied on his stomach, being careful so they wouldn’t capsize. He threw his legs back in the water and kicked softly.
It took longer than he thought it would, but he managed to fight off his fatigue. He didn’t care if his legs would be sore in the morning. He wanted to get the girl back on land before the monster would retake him. He felt it trying to pry into his mind again, but when he was determined there was no stopping him. His feet finally found the bottom. He quickly took the advantage and pushed the log swiftly to the shore, even though he was certain that the girl would just jump off and walk back on her own.
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Post by Amber Fletch on Feb 27, 2018 10:23:21 GMT -5
Amber was glad that he was paddling them back, even though the action caused him to take up more space, on the log. She held on to the small, cramped, space she had left, hoping that she would not fall off.
Amber looked up at the starry sky. It was pretty, but it made it made her worry. It had been light out while she came, and she would certainly be in trouble for not making it back before dark. She wondered how much time had passed. She hoped it was not too long, but it seemed like it must be.
Will seemed to be acting nice now, but she did not know how long that could last. She feared that he might get mean again any second. She wanted to get away from him, but she had no way to do so without risking drowning or hypothermia.
When the water get shallow enough for her, she just jumped in. She ran out so quickly that she did not even realize how cold it was. She started to run, but then stopped, and turned around.
She knew she’d be in big trouble, which her cruel family, when she got home. Her mother must be so angry, and her brother must be so worried. She wanted to get away from Will, and this cold air, go home, get her punishment over with, stop her brother from worrying, and curl up in her nice warm bed with the plush horse she still slept with every night. Still, Will was clearly having some psychological issues. He just paddled them back to shore in the freezing water, which her wet legs were feeling now. She shivered in the cold, and trembled in fear. Yet, bracing herself, she walked closer to him but now too close. “Ar-are o-okay?” she asked.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 23:03:22 GMT -5
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He felt a strong tug and he knew he was running out of time. The monster was trying to regain its control over him. He struggled to fight off the possession, paddling faster so that the girl would be safe on shore. He didn’t want to risk an accident where she would get hurt, or worse. He wasn’t capable of murder, not as the normal boy he was now. Once the monster took its hold of him, then he was capable of anything. He knew that, and pushed back harder every time he felt it. It was like a game inside of him, a game of tug-of-war. But the creature wasn’t playing. The risk grew with every minute, until, to his surprise, Amber jumped off.
The boy watched in both fright and hope as she tried to run away, only to be dismayed by her sudden return to her attention onto him. She was concerned about him. He appreciated it, but she needed to go. If she didn’t, he was too afraid of what the monster would do to her if it got ahold of her again. He didn’t mean to when he snapped rudely at her. “Just go before you get hurt.” If his attitude wasn’t going to push her away, she was only going to fall victim to the monster that was beginning to win that game. He felt its cold bitterness creeping into his heart as he glared at the girl, silently pleading her to go away.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2018 23:32:18 GMT -5
Where was that girl? Infuriated at his sister’s disappearance, he had torn her room into shreds trying to find any clues as to where she had gone. Their mother wasn’t being much help either; it had stressed him even more when their mother had told him she hoped his sister was lying dead in a ditch somewhere. When he refused her advances, she had locked herself up in her bedroom. She always did that whenever Jackson didn’t want to do “it.” Despite the fact he hurt his sister, he loved her because she was still family to him. She was the only person holding him together, and he didn’t deserve her. Was she dead? No, he certainly hoped not. He didn’t think he would be able to live with himself if something had happened to her. Well, something that wasn’t his fault, though he looked at it as protecting her.
The young man wouldn’t admit that he had been drinking. Part of him felt awful about forcing himself upon his sister, especially because of her stupid dog. He had begun to love that dog as if it was family, only to be attacked by the beast when he tried to hurt Amber earlier. As he thought about the dog, trying to fight back tears, it suddenly dawned upon him where his sister could possibly be. The quarry was a place they would frequent, at least when it was unoccupied. He always liked to go skinny-dipping. The dog loved going there. Maybe his sister had gone there to pay her respects. He had planned to bury it there, only for his mother to tell the vet to discard it. He remembered the shock on the vet’s face at his mother’s nonchalant manner about the family pet, and he certainly wouldn’t forget.
He had already discarded his shirt before he ever left the house, since the summer haze was a bit too humid for him tonight. It seemed to add to his guilt, so he had stolen one of his father’s beers too. He stuck to the shadows where the police wouldn’t see him, even though in a small town like Hopkins, they weren’t out on the streets. They only came out if something terrible had happened, and that was a rare occurrence. He still remembered Barb’s passing even though they never found her body. It was devastating. Part of him did hope she was alive and well, but like most others, he knew that was a harmful lie. Barb was just as good dead. The murderer was probably still even in town. As he thought of that, he hurried his pace to the quarry. “Amber, you better be okay or else.”
Upon arriving at the quarry, he had seen the scene. Drunken and too worried, he was already thinking the worst as he saw a boy in soaked pajamas pushing his sister out of the water on what appeared to be a log. It was dark and he couldn’t really see, but it added to his fury. Another boy had come here and it seemed that his sister was being friendly with him too. It only worsened as he approached the pair when he noticed that the boy’s attire were almost see-through. Was this kid trying to come onto his sister? Then he heard the rude tone in the kid’s voice. “Amber, what do you think you’re doing out here with him?” He angrily asked his sister, though he had kept his eyes on the boy. “You better not have touched her or I will cut you, you hear me, boy?”
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Post by Amber Fletch on Mar 10, 2018 11:55:06 GMT -5
When he snapped at her, she hesitantly turned away, only to see Jackson starring at her. She opened her arms up and starring to run toward him, but stopped when he yelled. She knew that he would not be much comfort, when he was angry, like this. She wondered if he would beat her right here and now, or if he would wait until he got home. She hoped that he would just do it here, where he did not have access to their mother’s assortment of whips, belts, chains, needles, and other things to hurt and punish Amber.
Amber could not tell what it looked like. She had no idea what Jackson was thinking, until he began yelling at Will. Now she was even more scared.
She hoped that Jackson would not want to have sex right here on this beach, and not just because she was still sore from earlier. She was sure he would not do it with Will here, but he may want to wait untill he leaft.
She wondered if there would be any point in trying to explin. She doubted it. Sometimes he would listen very closly to her, but that would never happen when he was angry. “Please don’t hurt him,” she begged. “Just punish me.” Amber knew that Jackson could change from nice to mean, and from mean to nice, in an instant, but she did not know how to get him to do that.
She did not want Will to get hurt, even though he had hurt her. She never wanted anyone else to get hurt. She thought so little of herself, that she put everyone before herself, even strangers. She knew that Jackson knew that, and also that he knew about the terrible day she had had, and how much she had loved Samson, not that him knowing this would help at all.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 22:30:08 GMT -5
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Unfortunately, the girl didn’t leave right away despite the warning tone in his voice. It had to sound like an ominous threat, but it barely fazed her. He was about to warn her again when he heard another voice. The pull was growing even stronger now; he was not going to have any control over his body much longer. As the newcomer fussed at Amber, he felt the monster’s anger intensifying. His own emotions switched from confusion to anger just as the older boy threatened him. Without hesitation, as if the monster pushed him onward, he walked up to the teenager where they would stand face-to-face with each other. He was a few inches shorter, but with the rage building up inside, he didn’t care.
“I would like to see you try,” Will said in a deep and rough voice, a voice that wasn’t his. It startled him enough that he coughed. Maybe he had something stuck in his throat, or he was about to catch a cold. Either way, he continued to give a piercing glare at the older boy. If a fistfight would start, he had no idea what to expect of the results. The teenager was bigger and clearly more muscular, but the monster wouldn’t allow Will to back down. He sensed its desire to kill and nearly fell sick from sensing it. It wanted to warn others not to interfere with its plans, and its host; Will. If he killed someone, would he go to jail?
He hated the thought. While his family and few friends would understand, it wouldn’t be easy explaining to the rest of the town that he was innocent despite the evidence they would have against him. Murders done by his own hands, though not by his own will – they would either put him on Death Row or land him in an insane asylum. Either way, he wouldn’t be free. He wasn’t free now, and this was the second time he was trapped by a creature that he had no power over. It was a feeling he hated more than anything else. Nonetheless, he continued to stand his ground, daring the older boy to make his move simply by continuing that dark and piercing glare of his.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2018 23:11:33 GMT -5
Did the boy seriously think that he had what it would take to pin Jackson down? The teenager was so dumbfounded that he stood there for a moment, staring at the younger boy in disbelief. He scoffed with a crooked smile and even laughed briefly in a mocking tone. “What are you going to do about it, Zombie Boy?” Yes, he knew who Will was. The kid was all over the news last year. He went missing, then they thought they found his decaying body right here in the quarry, and then miraculously came back from the dead. There were people who thought it was all just a hoax that Will and his prepubescent friends made up as to get some attention from the girls.
After Barb’s disappearance, the rumor started to lose its footing though some still believed it. Jackson was on the fence about it himself. He didn’t want to think that Barb had anything to do with the boys, nor vice versa. She wasn’t that kind of girl. She was the moralistic bookworm that hardly had any friends. Then again, friendless people would do anything for attention. He knew he would, even if he had to resort to his mother’s wrongful affection just to feel loved. That was something his sister didn’t know about, and she never would. Their mother was already capable of too much pain and torture that he didn’t think she would be able to take any more from this fucked-up family of theirs.
“So, you want some attention,” the drunk teenager said absentmindedly. Gently, the crooked smile now a flat smile with his dazed eyes, he had placed his hands on the shorter boy’s shoulders and easily tightened his grip on him. With a sudden grunt, he thrusted his knee into Will’s abdomen and grabbed the tail of the boy’s shirt. He gave a very harsh tug and the buttons immediately snapped off as he violently ripped off the wet shirt. Part of him didn’t want to hurt his sister again, not after two times in one day, but his hormones were out of control. He never thought about doing it with another boy, but there was always a first time. Will was here, wet and somewhat exposed.
A belt was tossed to the side near Amber. Jackson’s emotions were unchecked as he immediately reached for the boy’s abdomen again, this time with his arms. He had watched wrestling and practiced this move so many times that he had perfected it with a few friends of his, much to their dismay. He was a very rough teen; anyone who knew him well would support the very fact. He began to execute the powerbomb on Will, but instead of hoisting the boy onto his shoulders like the professional wrestler would, he flipped him upside down and grabbed the hem of his pants. He struggled to have a good grip since he had already been sweating from the humidity, and the kid was wet too.
He wouldn’t care if Will hit his head on the ground and fell unconscious, but he would be disappointed. He wanted to hear the kid cry for help. He wanted his sister to feel sorry for Will, and to learn a valuable lesson from all of it. His determination only grew as he felt the boy’s bare rump on his own abdomen and his fingernails digging into Will’s thighs. “This wha you git wen you try makin’ friends withou’ my say-so, Amb. They gonna hate you for pu’in’ them through this,” he scoffed as he tried to talk to his sister. Most of his words came out slurred. Whether she understood him or not, that wasn’t his problem. “Gonna lose yer virginity tonigh’, Zombie Boy.”
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Post by Amber Fletch on Mar 22, 2018 19:48:54 GMT -5
Amber starred, in shock and fear. She did not like Will, but that did not stop her from caring about him. She hoped that Jackson would not hurt him, but she was pretty sure that he would, or he would at least try to. Even more than that, she hoped that Will would not hurt Jackson. She was not sure what had been going on when he had squeezed her, but she was pretty sure that he must be strong for his size.
She managed to get herself together, somehow, and ran up to her brother. “Jackson stop. Please. It’s not what it looks like. He didn’t do anything.” She smelled the alcohol on his breath, but she was not surprised. She had already suspected it, because he never got this mean unless he was drunk. When he was sober, being raped by him was never nearly as painful, violent, or lasted as long when he was drunk.
She was very confused at what he was trying to do to Will, at first, but she began to suspect. She told herself that it could not be his intention, but it began to look more and more likely. “Whatever you want to do to him, please do it to me instead.”
She understood exactly what he said, which confirmed her suspicion. She jumped down on the ground, and got in-between the two boys. She was now in Jackson’s face and practically on-top of Will. She could not believe that this was happening, even though it was happening right before her eyes.
Terrified, she looked up at the boy who always waited outside the room, while her mother tortured her, so he could come in to comfort her the second the she was done. Unless he was drunk, he would always take the time to comfort her after he molested her, and raped her, but he had done it in the first place. He was always bossing her around. He had never tried to defend or protect her, when it came to their mother.
Even worse, when she was begging their mother not to have Samson put down, even though she knew her mother hated her, Jackson, who their mother loved, stood by and did nothing. When Amber had thrown herself on top of him, Jackson had even pulled her off. He had comforted her afterwards, but that did not make up for it, and he had resumed his sexual abuse of her shortly after they got home.
He had told her, time and time again, that he only did what he did to her because he loved her. She had never understood that, but he had claimed that she was too young and stupid to understand. She was always unsure of whether or not she believed him, but she was sure now. It was a big lie.
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Will was shocked at Jackson’s brash behavior. Jackson’s words were slurred but he understood them well enough to know what his intention was. He even felt Jackson’s abdomen against his rump and he already didn’t like it. His fright alarmed the creature within into action. For his safety though unwillingly, Will had subdued to the monster. He knew that his best chance of escape was through the creature’s unbelievable strength, and just as he had thought, it had taken full control of his body. But, unfortunately, the girl had gotten in the way. It was all bad timing. As Will’s body managed to wrench free from Jackson’s slimy grasp, due to the humidity and excess water on both boys’ bodies, the girl had stepped in where she was directly between them. The creature sensed his concern, but it swung the boy’s arm so strongly against her it would have sent her flying a few feet.
The creature then thrusted Will’s clenched fists toward the older boy’s abdomen. Untamed strength, mixed with a bout of rage, would have been more dangerous against Jackson. If free from Jackson’s ill desire, Will would then hurry off in the distance as to prevent any more harm to Amber. First he had squeezed her and now she was probably knocked out. Will didn’t want to give the creature a chance to attack her again, but his struggle to regain control of his body was appearing to be futile. Before he knew it, the boy found himself deep in the water, but the creature was moving his body toward the other end far away from the older boy and the girl.
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