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This is my new and fresh story I'm writing so please enjoy Passing Moons guys!!!!! ----------------------------------------------------------------------- Chapter 1: The Attack "Shut the fuck up!" Harold said as he slammed his fist into my face. The pain was unbearable, most likely going to leave a bruise. I just took it and had to bear with it, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't move at all, I couldn't even cover my face. My arms were held to my back by James. He held me down as he watched his dad beat the life out of me. He had a tight grip on my arms, I couldn't do anything at all. I was on my knees getting beat by an asshole that hated me. Harold, the asshole, douche bag, motherfucker, dick, homophobic fucker, you name it. He was the bane of my existence. I wanted to die because of him. He was six feet tall, bald head asshole. He hated my guts the day he got married to my mother. He stared at me as if I was a disgrace to him, like he wanted to me to leave because I was my mother's child and not his. See, I didn't tell anyone I was gay, no one. Not a living soul. I was scared to tell anyone since I found out I was gay. I didn't want the problems that came with this lifestyle yet, well no just yet. I planned to tell everyone in my family. I couldn't hide it anymore, I couldn't go by another with telling my mother who I truly am. So I decided to tell the family after their wedding. My mother sat there and was accepting of it and told me that that I was her only child and the reason why she kept going on after Dad left. She told me that I was beautiful and that she's glad I came out instead of hiding it. She was happy and accepting of it. Harold on the other hand, was not. Of course he pretended to be okay with it in front Mom, but it's all just a façade that he put on. After telling them about my secret, I was happy and thought that life couldn't get any better. Then when Mom went over to work, he would grab me by the shirt and beat me. He would tell me that I will burn in hell for my homosexual ways, trying to beat the gay out of me. He'd beat me black and blue till he felt like stopping, usually for a beer or smoke. But if he'd smoke, he would burn cigarettes into my arm, telling me to be a man and stop being a fag fairy. He would force me to wear a long sleeve shirt and lie about the bruises, telling people that I fell or that it was a brutal soccer with my friends. He threatened that if I told anyone but him beating me that he would beat me even worse and torture me to the point where I wanted to kill myself. So I told no one. I was too scared to. He pretended to be all nice when she was around and lied about where my bruises came from. But when she went to work, that's when all hell breaks loose. Harold tells me to wash the laundry, cook for him, wash his car, cut the grass, scrub the bathrooms down, go get him beer and always telling me to get him things at the store when he didn't feel like going. I couldn't just move out because I didn't have the chance to. I didn't graduate yet and was still a senior. I couldn't just leave without a diploma. Mom was also a reason too, she was just so loving and kind. She took care of me and raised me when Dad left. She worked her ass off paying for the bills and dealing with Harold. I just couldn't bear the thought of leaving her. After all she's been through... As I thought of my mother, another blow to my face was made. Harold was using me as his personal punching bad and there was nothing that I could have done. I just cried and dealt with the pain. I was being beat and I had to suck it up. "Hit him again Dad!" James said, gripping my wrist harder as he watched his father beat me. James was the typical douche bag at school. Straight boy horribly dressed, loudmouth demeanor, the football stereotype. He hated me too. He loved it when Harold beat me. He would be the one to catch me when I tried to get away when Harold wanted to beat me. He never hit me whenever Harold was. He was just the one that held me in place as Harold slammed blows to my face and stomach. James beat me at school and always tortured me ever since I came out. He made my life extra hell along with Harold. I hated the two. But hey, son and father you know? Thank to god that they are not related to me in blood, just by marriage. I just wanted to turn the tables on them and beat them but I was all right height, skinny and scrawny, not tall and muscular. I couldn't fight two men who were built like giants. I was pathetic. I couldn't fight for myself and could even do anything about it. I just let them beat me, but I couldn't do anything. They were homophobes and I was a homo. They just beat me for their satisfaction, their ragdoll. James enjoyed watching me get beaten. He liked the feeling of watching his little fuck toy get beaten and bashed. Yeah, I was his fuck toy. My stepbrother fucks and I let him. There was nothing I could do! He was just going to make Harold beat me even harder if I don't. He's hot, but isn't at all gentle. He's not hot in personality, he was a bastard at heart. He slaps me, chokes, etc. You know, the S&M crap. James uses me whenever he couldn't get any with his girlfriend or whenever he's horny. He waits till Harold leaves to go to his poker games or is at work, so he can go rape me in my room. Mom's at work so she couldn't save me. I was all alone this beating and abuse alone. No one to save me. Harold looked me directly in the eye, "ready to stop being a fag Riley?" I lifted my head and looked him in the eye, "no, I am who I am. This is me and it's all I will ever be." He slapped me hard, but the other pains on my body numbed this one out. "Be learn who the fuck you're talking fag. You're the most disgusting thing in here! You and your cock sucking mouth better learn how you talk me boy. I wish I could cure you of this sin, save you from those sins that bring you too hell." Every word had venom when I said it. I meant every word. "You are the fucking most disgusting thing. You beat your wife's only child, you beat me because of who I am. I am gay and there is nothing that could change that. I am this way and I'll never change. You are a pathetic excuse for a man! I'll never change for you or anyone. Never." Another blow to the stomach was the last blow Harold threw before he grabbed his keys and coat. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it. James let go and I fell to the ground, feeling the pain of the bruises. "I'm going out to a friend's house to play cards James. You make that the fairy learns his lesson, but make sure not to leave any noticeable marks on him. I don't wanna have to explain if he's bleeding or suffers from internal bleeding. I'll be back at midnight." James looked up smiling. This was fuck night for him. "Okay Dad, I'll try the fag a lesson he'll be sure to remember." He empathize the "sure" part, so I would know that he meant sex instead of physical beating. I sighed, this wasn't my night. Well, no night was my night. Every night was hell for me. But you never cope with pain. When someone beats you, you feel it no matter what. Regardless of how many times you deal with the pain. As Harold left and closed the door behind, James went to the window nearest him to see Harold drive off to make sure he left. He was careful not to be caught even though he can just easily blame me and make up a lie so Harold could beat me. He wanted me all for himself. He didn't care what happens to me, if I don't want him to fuck me, I can't disagree. He just forces it on me and I can't stop him either. It was like fighting a mountain. You can't win. As the sound of Harold's car drives off, James ran to me, grabbing my bruised-up left arm, which hurt like hell. He pull me to my feet, I could barely stand up. As I stumble, James notices that I'm in no condition to stand. He then throws me over his shoulders, as if I were I were a pillow or something. As I was being carried upstairs James, grabs my ass with his free hand. "Riley, we're having fun tonight. Your fucking faggot ass is going to be bleed when I'm done with you." I didn't fight it because I knew it futile. James had a frame of a football player, he gets what he wants. I sighed at the fact. "Yeah, you better sigh. I'm not going to be as forgiving tonight Riley," James said, throwing me on his bed. It felt good to feel the soft cushion of the bed instead of a fist. I just laid there and closed my eyes. I heard James close the door and lock it, the sounds of clothes hitting the ground were made. I tightened my eyes. I knew what was coming next, his footsteps came to the side of the bed. Then there was a sudden dip in the bed, I felt his warm, muscular legs pressed against mine. Then I felt his hot breath on my face, I turned my head to the other side. I didn't want that close to my face. I hated all this. I didn't want to do anything with James. He didn't care about me even if he doesn't punch me or kick me. He didn't care about my welfare. As his hot breath kept hitting my neck, I felt his hand wrap around my neck. He used his index finger and thumb to hold my face. He forced my face to face directly to his face, his breath hitting my face. I could smell his breath, alcohol and cigarettes. "Open your eyes, Riley," James said lustfully in my ears. I didn't open my eyes, I was too scared to. He felt my fear and he enjoyed it. He loved watching me be scared of him, me wanting to fight it but can't. He got turned on by my fear and helplessness. "I said open your eyes Riley," he said again, but in a more demanding, angry voice. He pressed his fingers harder on my neck, pressing on the newly-made bruises on my face, causing pain. "Ahh," I said, feeling the pain escalate. I opened my eyes, doing what he said. I saw his lust, cruel filled eyes. They were brown, but they looked almost black in the moonlight. I was even more scared, but I was used to it by now. The forced sex, the abuse, bullying. I was used to it all. He released my face, smiling now. "Good, now take off your clothes bitch," he said, sitting up so I can take off my clothes. I took off my shirt, feeling the fabric go over my head. God, I felt like such a whore, James's play toy that he can use over and over again. I started to unbutton my jeans, but James pushed me back on the bed. The push from his hand hurt a little. "I'll do this, god fags are all slow when it comes to fucking. You just wanna take it slow and take off your clothes all fucking slow and shit. A good, big, juicy piece of cock for you and you wanna take all day? God, you're worse than a chick," James said as I saw him pulled down my jeans and boxers, revealing my bare ass and cock. I was hard because my body wanted him. I physically wanted James, wanted him to fuck me senseless, but my emotional side just wanted to shut down. I couldn't help being hard. I was guy and gay, any guy with a hot body turned me on, whether I wanted it or not. I didn't want James to fuck me, I wanted to run in my room and lock myself in there forever, never leaving. But I couldn't, I was forced and that was it. I couldn't physically push him off and run. I was under his grasp, something so small compared to him. I was a twig to him. He could have beaten me and raped me if he wanted. Instead, he waits till Harold does for him. I was weak and insignificant to him. I started to tear up a bit. I couldn't help crying every time, I just didn't want him to do this to me. You never stop crying when someone constantly forces sex on you. I tried to not to cry or whimper. I didn't want to piss him off. "Fucking crying already? Fag," he said, turning me over to my stomach and spitted into his hand. As he got on top me, he spread my ass cheeks and rubbed his spit onto my hole, using it as lube. I moaned as he rubbed my hole, it felt good. "Please James, you don't have to do this," I said, almost pleading. More tears dropped from my face, but they stained the sheets under my body. He laughed, positioning my body. I was on my knees, faced down with my ass in the air. I felt like his whore and I was. He used me whenever he wanted to, there were no emotional connections to this. All he cared about was me being able to get him what he wants. He doesn't love me, nor does care about how he hurts me. That's why he was just as bad as Harold. He may not have hit me as much as Harold but he forced me to do things that I didn't want to. Such like this. "Yeah right Riley. I take what I want and that's what I'm going to do," he said, as he shoved his cock deep inside me. The pain shot through my body like a taser shot. He never goes slow, it's always rough and fast. He never considered me and my ass. His cock was thick and big, it felt like a pole shoved up there. It always hurt, no matter how many times he fucks me. It always hurts and I will never get used to it. "Ahhh!" I screamed into the pillow I was faced down on. I gripped the sheets as he started to thrust powerfully. He placed his hands on my hips for leverage and pounded harder and faster. The pain and pleasure mixed in the whole thing. I felt like my body was on the verge of snapping in half. His cock was just so big and thick. My skinny body couldn't handle this pain. He enjoyed watching me cry and scream. He loved watching me basically die under him as he slam his cock in my ass. My knees started to shake because of the pain and pleasure that was being put into my ass. I just wanted to drop to the bed but I knew if I did that then James would be angry and I didn't want him angry. I just had to suffice. "Yeah Riley, fucking scream bitch. You love my cock shoved up there don't you?" James said, lowering his body to mine and whispered into my ear. He never stop the pace of his brutality on my poor ass. It was starting to feel numb down there. All I could do for cry and moan. I couldn't say anything, the pain on my ass was preventing me from even thinking straight. When I didn't reply, he grabbed me by the hair and forced me up with him against his muscular chest. His other arm wrapped over my stomach, pressing against the bruises. He then let go of my hair and grabbed my face, pulling my face to his as he continued to pound me. "Say you love my big cock in there Riley. Say it you fag!" he said, pressed my face into his. I just cried more, "God, James...please." He pressed the bruises on my face, "That's not the answer I was looking for. Try again homo." I couldn't deal with the pain anymore. "God, James. I love it when you put your big cock in there. It feels so good," I said lying. "Good Riley," he said and then put his mouth on mine and shove his tongue in my mouth. The feeling of being fuck was enough, now he wanted tonguing. I didn't fight it, I tongued back. It was a passionless kiss, just lust and horniness I knew he wanted it and I didn't want to fight it anymore now. I surrender. After he released the kiss, he looked surprised. "Damn, Riley. That was good. Especially coming from a fag." I just looked away and concentrated on something else. I didn't want to think about all this. I wanted to go to a different place and not feel anything anymore. I imagined being on the beach with Dad when I was younger. We would walk on the beach and play in the sand. This was all before he left Mom and me. But it was a good memory. That was all interrupted when James turned me around and pushed me onto the bed. He positioned into missionary style. His body felt like a giant on mine. He was taking slow, power thrusts into my hole. I couldn't even think at this point. When he looked into my eyes, I looked to the other side, I didn't want to met his eyes. I hated him and what he did to me. I hated everything about him. As he continued to fuck the life out of me, I felt his body tense. I knew then he was close to cumming. I was glad that it going to be over soon. As if on point, he cummed in me, into my sore, battered ass. He moaned and collapsed on top of me. He was basically crushing me by just being on top of me. "Riley, that was a good fuck. I bet my cum is sticky and wet inside huh?" I just kept looking at the door, waiting for him to let me go. "Can I go now James?" He smiled and got up, his soft cock slipped out my ass. "Kay stepbro, thanks for the good fuck," he said as I got up and grabbed my clothes. "Whatever," I said. Then he slapped my ass, making me for like a prostitute that just finished their job. "Riley, for a fag, you got a tight ass. The tightest I've ever fucked," he said in a smooth voice, trying to sound like a player who gets girls to with him all the time. I just walked out the room. As I got out to the hallway, I ran into the bathroom. I needed to take a shower. I locked the door behind and slided to the ground, crying. I felt so filthy and disgusting. James made into this whore that he wants me to be. I couldn't deal with it. I just wanted all the go away. I just wanted it to end. Why can't James and Harold just stop? Why can't just be human and treat me like a human being? Instead of this animal that they just abuse over and over again? Why? I was so done with the beatings, the forced sex, everything. They made my life a living hell and they weren't going to stop. I knew that they could kill me by beating and abusing me the way they do. I mean, I have bruises in bruises! I was in bad shape, I had bruises where I shouldn't and I'm walking funny because of James sexually abuse. I was done. I'm done. I'm tired of crying, of trying to think that everything's going to be better. That they will stop eventually. I had to put an end to this. I needed to live my life without fear. Without them in my life. I wanted to be free. To not be abused. I wanted to run away. I know this was a horrible idea, but I had to get away from these people. They abused me every day of my life and I couldn't take it anymore. I just don't want to be hit anymore, to be held down and subject to a guy who beats me for who I am. I didn't want to forced to have sex with someone who didn't care about me. I just didn't want it anymore. I know what I wanted. I wanted to run away and that's what I was going to do. When should I do this? Tonight would be great. Mom's working, Harold's at his poker game, James probably going to play his video games all night, so this night would be a good night to run away. I wanted this, I wanted to run away from this horrible place. The people that inhabit this house that I used to call home. Mom will be crushed at this, but I needed to. I needed to liberate myself from the likes of Harold and James. I needed to be free from all this pain. I hope she understands why I'm going to do this. I hope after I leave she'll leave that asshole when she finds out that he beats me. I loved Mom, but this is something I've been thinking about for awhile. I haven't gotten the courage to do it, because I kept on thinking it's going to get better with time, but I know that's not true. If I wanted to be free of this pain, then I have to do it myself. I figured it out. I will pack up some things that I can carry and leave at midnight. I would pack important things like money, id, winter clothing (it snows a lot in Chicago), and food to sustain me for some time. Also, I will take a bus, maybe go to one of my relatives that lives in the outer cities of Chicago. I don't know, I'll figure it out when I get there. I'm a strong kid who been through the worst of the worst. What more can life do to me? I know that running away is not the smartest idea but I had to. I can't deal with the pain anymore. As I finished thinking of my new plan, I got up. I needed to hurry and take a shower. I wanted to pack up some things and see if I can bring anything else. I needed time to write Mom a farewell letter. An explanation as to why I ran away. I would tell her everything about my beats and abuse. I couldn't come back home even if she reads it though. Harold and James would kill me for doing so and that was something that I was afraid of. They made me fear them and now I was going to be free of them and run from this town. As I got up and turned the shower, the sound of water blocking the music that James was playing loudly. As I waited for the shower to become hot, I took off my clothes and looked into the mirror. I was badly bruised from Harold. I had bruises that were purple and some that were purple and blue. They hurt like hell. They never heal fast enough because Harold makes more when they disappear. There were on my stomach, chest, arms, face, legs, etc. I looked like I'd just finished an intense fight with someone. I looked horrifying. It was unbelievable that a person can do this to someone. I just can't believe it. Harold was the type of person that would lay his hands on a child and beat them for something he didn't believe. He was a monster, he was more than a monster. He was a psychopathic, pathetic asshole monster. In the mirror, my light brown hair was matted and messy, due to James violently grabbing my hair. My deep-ocean blue eyes, were my best features and were the only things that were untouched by the abuse. I had fairly tanned and a skinny body. I was never a big eater, so I have a never had a problem with weight. My bruises stretched from my hip to my chest, it was a scary sight to see. I was somewhat tall and was glad I wasn't any taller. I was too skinny to be taller. I liked the way I looked, minus the bruises and cigarette scars. My hair somewhat short, not touching my ears, but long enough to cover my forehead. I looked cute and that cuteness was beaten and raped away. I'm far from innocent though. I'm a beaten whore who's weak and used. The heat from the shower clouded up the mirror, so I got into the shower and under the hot shower. The water over my skin felt so good. It numbed the pain and soreness of the bruises. I don't know why, but taking a shower made of the knots and stress of my life disappear. It was like I was taken away from reality while taking a shower. Something that makes me not notice the horrible things in my life. As I washed the shampoo out of my hair, I felt the James's cum coming out of me. It felt weird, it felt like that every time I took a shower when he cummed inside me. I felt so dirty...so used. I looked at the cum running down my leg, it was mixed with blood. He never took it easy on me, so it's no surprise to me. I start to clean myself as I cried, reminiscing the horrible memories of James forcing himself on me. He was a horrible person.
As I finished packing into the biggest backpack I had, I sat on my bed. Was I making the right choice? Where would I run to? Could I survive the world? I mean, I've never been on my own before. I'm a huge choice. If I did this then I would be running away from my problems, but I had no other choice. No one was going to help me and if I told anyone, Harold would lie and figure out a way to stay in my life. This was something about the situation that made me want to run. I wanted to run. I needed a life that's different from this one. I wanted a Harold-free life. I needed that and this is the only way to do it. Plus, I just complicated my Mom's life by staying. She had to work and pay my school events that I wanted to go to, bought me stuff that I needed and some things that she could barely afford. She did it so I would not feel left out at school. I loved Mom, but I had to do this. I had to do this for myself. I own it to myself. I needed this freedom. I wasn't worried about school, I was a pretty smart kid. I'll manage somehow. I probably would have never made it to college considering the economy and money issues of the government. Harold would never hand over his money to help, so that left scholarships. I'm smart but not that smart enough for a scholarship. No one's going to miss me in school anyway. I didn't have friends and was pretty much a loner. So no one would be surprised if I ran away, probably not even notice. James's music was loud, booming through the walls. I was tired and sore, I needed a nap. I'm going to need the energy if I was going to do this. It was only 8, so I could set my alarm for 12 and go during those hours. I laid down on my bed, knowing it was probably the last night I'll spend in this house, the last time I'll spend breakfast with Mom. Last time I'll being able to talk to her about my day at school. Last of the days I spend seeing her smile. Last of any life I had here. I closed my eyes as I fell asleep easily. I felt uneasy, but more relieved that I would never have to see Harold again.
As alarm went off, I immediately shut it off. I didn't want anyone to awake up. I quickly cleaned up and made my bed. Making it look completely neat. I wanted to make a good leave. I grabbed my large backpack and threw it over my shoulders. I was ready. I opened the door and out to the hallway. It was dead silence, everyone was asleep. Good, thank god no one was awake. I silently made my way to the stairs as I passed my Mom's room, the door was opened. I looked to see that Harold wasn't home yet. Not a surprise, he didn't usually get home till 2 or 3. I saw my Mom sleeping peacefully on the bed. She looked exhausted and tired from hours of work. I felt bad. I didn't want her to take care of me anymore. I was a burden and something that she's compelled to take care of. I pulled the letter out my jeans, I placed it in her purse. I knew she would find it tomorrow. She would know the truth. I leaned down and kissed her forehead. This was the last time I would see my mom. Last time. As I walked out the door, I looked back at Mom, a tear fell from my eyes. I was going to miss Mom. Gosh, this is the hardest thing I had to do. I had to leave everything behind me and forget it. I just put my emotions aside and went on. I walked downstairs and grabbed the scarf off the rack. I was going to need it. I opened the door slowly, not wanting to make noises. The wind of winter hit me like a ton of bricks. It was fucking cold!!!! Gosh, I have to walk through all this snow! I closed the door behind me as I took a breath. I'm going now. This is it. I was ready to see the world and be on my own. Time to live my own life. I walked on the snow-covered streets with my thick combat boots on. I looked back on the house that I once lived in. This WAS my home. Now, it's just a home of pain and suffering. I now have the luxury to live as I pleased. No more beatings, forced sex, bullying, insults, put-downs, etc. I was going on my own way now. I'm seventeen and ready to live my life.
As I walked the countryside road around the forests (trying to avoid cops pulling me over or Harold finding me), I looked up at the sky as I walked pasted the snow-covered trees. It was a pretty night, a full moon. I always loved watching the moon and the beauty of it. The moon's light was the only thing that I concentrated on when James was raping me most of the time. There was just something so calming about the moon. I don't know why, but it just does. Then, I heard a noise behind me. Crap, someone's about to jump me, probably trying to steal my money or my stuff. Shit, I didn't know what to do. Maybe, it wasn't someone like that. Probably a branch or something, hopefully. I turned around quickly to see a dog, well wolf in front me. Shit, a wolf! It's going to attack me or something! It was standing in front me, sitting, looking at me. It had mahogany fur and it was a little big for a wolf, but had the complete face of a wolf. It seemed harmless. It didn't seem to want to hurt me. It was calm and non-threatening. I felt comfortable around it for some reason. I mean, it's a wolf. You're not supposed to be, but I was. I don't know why I kneel down and pat him on the head, but I did. As I scratched his ear, he made a happy dog face. "You like that? You're not gonna hurt me are you? You're a good wolf aren't you?" As if he understood me, he nodded. Then he licked my face like a dog would. Strange, dogs licks, but wolf bites. I smiled. This wolf was weird in it's nature. "Okay, um...I gotta go walk somewhere. I'm running away from home. You know? Problems," I said to him as I stood up to walk. He followed next to my side as I walked. He just seemed to trust me and comfortable around me too. It was strange though. Wolfs aren't nice nor are they safe to be around. They're not exactly a pet dog. There was something about this dog I liked. He was calming. I looked down on him as he walked. He acted just like a dog, following me and stuff. "I'll tell you my sob story since I'm bored and need to tell someone about my life," I said as I continued to walk in the night.
After walking for quite a mile and telling this wolf about my whole life story, I was hungry. I stopped and the wolf stopped too. Again, dog-like behavior. I pulled out a sandwich that I made before leaving home. There were a lot of sandwiches and snacks I brought. Gotta be prepared you know? He started to wag his tail as if he wanted some. Again if a wolf wanted my sandwich, he would have tear my fingers off and took it from me. This wolf begged like a dog. I broke a piece off and put it in his mouth. "There, You happy?" I started eating the sandwich, he finished the piece in one bite. It was kind of cool to have a wolf act like a completely house dog. It was strange and weird, but cool. "Isn't this a beautiful night?" I said as I walked some more. This was a long road, there were still trees and road ahead. Guess walking took longer than driving. "I'm just glad that I'm away from that abuse and living my own life now. I mean, I miss my mom, but there's nothing I can do. Harold and James are still there and there's no chance in hell that I'm going to deal with that anymore. I just can't," I said, crying. Then he rubbed his head against my leg as if that were comforting and it was. I liked it. I smiled and kneel down to pat him on the head. "At least you care," I said, seeing lights on the corner of my eyes. I turn to see what were the lights. Shit, it was Harold. It was his car pulling up next to me. Holy fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What the fucking luck. I didn't know his friend live far away. Shit, I was in deep shit. God, I'm screw. I can't go back home. Mom will hate me for running away and Harold and James will just beat me for trying to end their endless fun in using me. I couldn't go home. I refuse to go back. As he pulled up, I tried to stay calm and collected. He spoke in a drunken voice, he probably had a lot to drink. Maybe, he wouldn't notice. Then he called my name. "Riley, what fuck you doing out here?" I didn't answer I just kept on walking, the wolf still at my side. Most wolfs would run away from cars, but he didn't. It's like he was trying to protect me for some reason. He stopped his car and got out. "I'm talking to you fag!" I stop, walked up to him and slapped him. "You fucking ruined my life. You tortured me every day of my life! I'm running away from you!" I spit at him. I then attempt to slap him again, but he catches me by the wrist. He twisted and bended my arm. I felt the pain of it. It hurt. "Riley, I'm going to take you home whether you like it or not," he said drunkenly, pulling me towards the car. Funny how he can still be abusive even if he's drunk as hell. I guess if you get used to being drunk that you still can function. This was not working in my advantage. "Please, let me go Harold! I'll leave you alone," I said, trying to get free. "You fucking listen to me Riley!" he screamed in my face. I was not fazed by this. I get loose from his grip and run towards the forest, in hopes that I can lose him. As I reach the edge of the forest, I felt him push me hard. Unfortunately, there was a tree directly in front me. The fucking luck these days... I slam my head into the wood of the tree and fell on my back. It hurt more than Harold's punches. God, this hurt. I was practically seeing stars. I noticed that the wolf was nowhere to be seen. Guess he ran away when he heard Harold yelling drunkly. I can see Harold walking up to me. I lost. I was screwed. I couldn't run away from him. What was I doing? I knew he'll never leave my life. I was screwed for life. "Riley, now I'm going to home you home and then I'm going to beat you tomorrow for trying to run from your father," Harold said laughing, looking at my broken body. "You're not my father. You're...an asshole that hits me all the time," I said as I was about to lose consciousness. The blow to my head was hard. Really hard. "Why you fucking fag! I try to help the likes of you and you wanna be a fairy like the rest of those cocksucking faggots in the world?!" he screamed at. I smiled or at least I thought I did. "I'm proud to be that cocksucking faggot Harold." "I might as well kill you and make it look like suicide. I can't live in a house with a fag! You can stay gone and die in the world for all I cared!" he said as he turned to walk back to his car. Then as my vision blurred was about to completely lose consciousness, I saw something attack Harold from the side. It knocked him to the ground and started attacking him. It looked like the wolf ,but there others with him. Maybe the wolf was protecting me. But how could he understand me? He was an animal. It's not like he's human or understands the English language. I don't know maybe the wolfs were going to kill me next. Probably waited to see if there were than one person to kill and eat. As I closed my eyes and lost consciousness, I heard Harold scream and other voices saying, "Go check on Riley." There were other people? Thought it was just Harold and I? Unless wolfs can talk, then I don't know. I could hear someone say, "Don't let him die." Then someone else said, "Don't worry Benji, he won't die." I wondered who said that? Who was Benji? Who were the other people talking? I was confused, could wolfs talk? If they are wolfs that is. Did the wolf just save me from Harold? ------------------------------------------------------------------- !!!!!!!!!!!!!!ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!! I DON'T CONDONE IN RUN AWAYING AND THERE ARE OTHER WAYS OF DEALING WITH THESE TYPES OF PROBLEM! RUNNING AWAY IS PROBABLY THE WORSE THING TO DO! SO DON'T DO IT! RUNNING AWAY WAS ONLY FOR PART OF THE STORY AND SHOULD ONLY BE TOOKEN AS A PART OF THE STORY. Yay!!!! SO how's that for a story!!!! I hope you guys like it!!! I took my time on it and thought it through. The next chapter might take some time but the chapter will explain a lot of things you didn't understand in the story. I'm glad you guys read it and hoped you liked it!!! Email me your feedback!!!! Email at xokennyvoxo@yahoo.com I really hope you guys like it! It get better for Riley here on out! So don't worry and stay in tune for the next chapter! Don't worry there's going to be werewolfs soon!!!!