Tell Me What Happened Once Long Ago! And I'll Tell You My Story After That Night!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BOO OR ANYONE IN THE MONSTERS INC WORLD.

NOTE I DO OWN THE CHARACTERS OF HER PARENTS JONNY AND RAD. HER RELATIVES WHO ARE INTRODUSED IN FOLLOWING CHAPTERS. I do own the older version of BOO and her real name Charlot Nichol Myera...

Ok I originally did not know her name was Mary Gibbs, nor did I ever see where the names for characters were unless thats new on here... So I'm sorry for that and not having the characters in this up...- For this reason, eventually I will explain why her name is no longer Mary Gibbs, but for my story I like her name being Charlot (this is for reasons of my own I will tell you at one point her name won't be Charlot, but it won't be Marry either) I'm sorry to tell you that, it will make sense later if I have her true birth name be Mary Gibbs... I'm sorry I didn't research her name like I do most of my stories I think I tried but didn't try hard enough because of my time frame and college finals prep... I apoligize for this inconvenience and cofussion I'm glad I spoted it before I continued... For this reason the fourth chapter will probably will have a description as to why her name was changed or different... But that's a huge step to saying 'maybe'... I will say she will have this name used later at some point... I'll look into what I have wrote that could suggest anything as to how this happened. I've gone to far into the story to allow this name to be her legal birth name, but I think I could do something with her mother or fathers profession that would have been the reason for the different name.~

Now You probably are wondering why I recently as of 9/08/2011 gave the characters as Mary Gibbs and Roz (the slug lady I think I'll make sure I'm right later)... Note on 9/10/2011: Alright Another mistake I told you Rant was a character but its Roz, today (scratch that) This week or past few weeks have not been my weeks for getting names on here or things like names for the right characters correct (I truly apoligize yet again, and realize what a 'idiototic clutz' I've been recently... I'm starting my new quarter at the University I attend in two weeks [two weeks from this past Wednesday] this coming Thursday I'm heading back to school to start my Sophmore year, and I'm super sorry if things were off in my author notes I think I'm slightly stressed and internally fliping out cause so far I have my old stuff but nothing to decorate my walls and barely hung with friends like I wanted this summer... Not only that but I have alot of classes this coming quarter and am worrying about my grades as I'm needing to keep my grades up in school so I've got alot of thiings to worry about, so please don't get mad at my mistakes thank you...)
Well you know why I choose Charlot (Marry Gibbs)... But Roz, is different, I know by reading the next story you may have an idea as to whom one of my bad guys are, you don't know why I would choose Roz out of anyone... Well here's the thing I won't even tell you here, my third (2nd chapter in my book) chapter on here may give you a hint near the end as to why she was added, though I will note she doesn not appear in the story for a while, she may later but not at the moment, because one thing that happens is because of her, you won't find out for many chapters, but she put together something, so you'll find out... And to answer a question that you may have now... NO she is not a bad guy nor affiliated with them... Thank you :)

STORY NOTE THIS STORY DOES DEAL WITH RAPE, ABUSE, ABDUCTION, UNDERAGE DRINKING, AND SEVERAL MISFORTUNES BEFALL BOO SO WARNING WARNING WARNING.

Another note from me on 9/08/2011: Time for apoligizing, I recently found that my story was rated T, in no way except the 1 official chapter a T, and later their are more T rated chapters like the 4th is... I'm sorry for having that mistake for a while... If I do add this as T intentionly in the future, it will only be because of the 2nd chapter and 4 to 6th, then after that I think it would be 11- on, mostly... However, this brings me to my personal response, and to let you know this will not be a T rated story... I did not intenionly rate this as T, it must have been on accident when I was editing the story or something, I really haven't looked at this story to much on here besides corrections, and that could have bee where or how this context mistake occured... Sorry for the mistake and I will try my best to make sure this does not go below M... Because alot of mature things happen in this story...
One last note... Today either this morning or this evening, I will add I better discription on this story short summary before the prologue begins, I know I couldn't add the correct grammer or all the words to the description due to the limit, and will write a better one that will be slightly longer... I hope you enjoy the story and have a wonderful day oh I am sorry for the prologues harsh start, however it starts this way due to the fact that I wanted Charlot to look back on what happened leading to this moment in which she's reflecting. This will help in the flow of her own story even after it catches up to the present. This in turn is to note that the first 11 or so chapters will be looking into the past from the future, the narration will state things in some chapters of future events to help explain the growth or life dessions she goes through. I'm also am trying my best to correct any grammer or spelling mistakes to make the story better... Though I have limited time, this summer wasn't as free as I hoped and I have school starting up in two weeks next week I'm traveling to school... so I can't say the corrections will be any time soon, know that I am trying my best on all my stories and they will happen when they happen... Thank you again :)

Note the following Prologue is a look forward, more of Boo looking and trying to think back to what started this all. This Prologue will give you few clues but you should already have an idea as to who may be doing this.

As for this chapter I'M GIVING A STRICT READER WARNING! ANYONE UNDER 16 SHOULD NOT READ THIS STORY IT HAS DISCUSTION OF RAPE ABUSE AND HARM DO NOT READ IF YOUR UNDER AGE…ESPECIALY DO NOT READ IF YOUR AFFECTED BY SUCH THINGS.

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Prologue: What the Abuser Has Done To Me!

How did I get here again? I Looked out the window and watched the cool snowflakes fall down and ice the windows over. I counted the days, it was almost a year exactly eight months, twenty four days, fourteen hours and twenty minutes. Since my life was nothing but a hell hole for ass whole fucker, ruined the last bit of decency in my entire shity life.

Why did my life suddenly become a terror to live? I thought as I took my down to my area. I still felt the bustard inside of me, it was so long I'd been with him and he abused me that I forgot what a decent man was like. Just as always it was extremely sensitive to touch, my body felt extremely abused, and bruises covered plenty of my skin both black, blue and purple.

The worst was I felt like throwing up, I would never get used to this life, him taking me and sexually assaulting me so much that I bleed each time, and causes pain for me inside. Never did I think I would be forced into such harsh sex, or even forced to do things that I would think would kill someone.

I cradled my legs to my chest and cried on the white sheeted bed he forced me to share with him. It was sickening each day being alive when he swore he tried to kill me several time. Why did I have to turn beautiful? Why did I fucking survive the countless near death experiences? Why did he have to grow sickly attached to me? Why did he not just killed me the chances he could?

I sobbed harder in the afternoon light in some mountain range cabin away from any bit of society.

I wish my life ended years ago, what was the point of my life, that I thought was to help others, if I am just someone's sex doll they want to destroy and claim forever. Why can't God take my life and let me live in happiness? While this shit head made sure everyone I knew thinks I died, I'm sitting here and forced to commit this man's sexual whims.

How did my pleasant life get turned into the property of a lunatic? He took my life from years ago, he carefully made it my own, and dwindled the life. I thought I alone was living my life and the things that happened were just coincidence, all along a bartered was turning it till I fell into his hands.

No longer was I free, so long had passed since I was last free I forgot the meaning to the term, I was left being haunted never-ending with the feeling of his penis inside me manipulating my body, my movements, sounds and expressions, hurting and abusing the affects of his fucking penis. My blood spilt every time he took me the countless hours of every night, and both of us leaking the liquid one releases with sexual intercourse mine that allows it not to hurt if the man was gentle enough for it to work then his that was supposed to make me pregnant.

Every night I'd been one over till I no longer could fight back and to make love like I truly enjoyed him and loved my hijacker. I had little fight left in me, I was his slave and that was my life this cabin and the sex that's all I had to know what was mine, since he took everything but my life, the one thing he promised and occasionally still promised to take was the one thing he never would. Beating me up would just lead him to get stimulated and give harsher sex till I submitted and claimed loving words of desire and actual love to please his desire, otherwise he would thrust and keep me up even past my climax until he had to leave like he did most mornings. It was enough to anger any living women, how he wrongly abused me and treated me.

The one thing I wish he took every night was my life that way he would have my blood on his hands. I wanted to die like mom and dad, I wanted to be with my Rad, with my Jonny and not this fucker who made sure I never forgot his love.

I cringed in my tears holding onto the sheets to be the only thing to cover my naked twenty five year old body and keep it warm. I felt the pumping; him sexually abusing me haunted me while he was not here. I saw every place he shoved me, he pumped in me. The places he made me lay or bend so he could go further in and faster, the longer he could keep me in ecstasy or ensue ecstasy that would carry on and cause me to give him pleasurable sex without a fight. His dragging me along the floor as he thrust hard, while his tongue reached so far that I would joke. Every inch of this place was covered in having sex, no spot was left unused by the sex freak. No place was left where her body was not abused and injured.

The dreadful moans and sounds I would make from the pleasure of his large hooked penis within me taking everything he made sure to own haunted my ears while he was not here.

The shower no longer held any relief, not that it ever did, the day I woke he instructed me to shower in the bathroom, only to sneak up on me as I began to shampoo. That was one of my worst days, he already took me only to make it worst. That was the day I bleed the worst from his sex, I was already out for a while, and then I found three months later, that I over bleed, and had a miscarriage from his abuse.

Worst was his intentions, he wanted children with me, even if he ended the life of the first child he could have had. He still wanted only me and only me to bear his children, he found me irresistible as I've grown and only wanted me and my children. He made sure I knew the fact that the eggs inside me all belonged to him and his desire, he would tell me how he would get a large sum of them fertilized and he used some tool while I was out to make sure I would have many children in my lifetime.

I cried more, even when he was not home I saw him everywhere, threatening me, abusing me, touching me when he wasn't sexually assaulting me, holding me, forcing me to sit on his lap I heard every word he would say and every sound he would make.

I watched the endless marathons of the ghosts of the past playing out my time locked away with him, him sexually assaulting me several times when I prepared dinner and he returned from wherever. The walls he always thrusted me against so hard that I had to always find something to grasp or be thrown in the air from the force.

I had been with him a hostage or prisoner for so long that the times he was gone I missed his presence in me and pumping within me no matter how I was disgusted by this, my body became too used to the abuse and constant sex, desiring more and more as the weeks passed. My days felt like endless nightmares.

No I did not love him, not that I could love anyone who did such things to me forcing me to suck on his perverted..well you know, he forced me to like it was a popsicle and I hated every bit of it. I still feared that something about me did love him, since he was the only contact I ever had with anyone besides the television shows I watched if you can count that as all as contact. I was hungry more often for his love, which scared me, something was not right and I feared what it may be.

All I could do was sit in the bed with the sheets over me waiting for that night's abuse and ask. How could I have been so oblivious to what was going on? How did he get away with this? How did I fall into his trap? Will I ever fall out or will I become trapped forever in false forced love?

When did my life begin to be ruined anyways?" I thought as my eyes looked to the stick in the cup next to the bed, praying if God was watching and her parents were still watching her and keeping her safe, that this stick would not say the word that would end her life. Her thoughts trailed to the incident that could have been the sign that her life would lead to a living hell.

That incident was the day I was kidnapped and most misfortunes since then occurred. I took the pen next to the bed and grabbed my used jam stained napkin and wrote the words so I would always remember in big black ink.

I was kidnapped at the age of 2, only to mysteriously return home a week later.

My parents like so many other people I know are dead

I was threatened then thought I was safe only to be tricked.

I was captured again and am the sex doll, wife, and slave whatever you wish to call it… of a lunatic

I am currently 25

My hair is curly black

I have a sister, two brothers, aunts and uncles I love with my life, and cousins who are like my siblings.

I love my family.

I had a miscarriage.

I've been hostage for seven months. Its scarring me that I start to miss his penis abusing my body and emotions during the day, its worst that I feel the sex when he's not around.

He killed my unborn child from his abuse.

He killed the girl I was, and murdered in blood my corage and strength.

He curved my life till I was caught like a rabbit in his trap and he had snapped my neck.

I miss those who still believe that I am alive.

I fear being pregnant again.

He wants me to bear many children with him.

I've been sick every now and then from his force.

My name is not Boo... And only my father mother and their siblings can ever call me Boo or Boo Boo bear.

I will most likely die before I am ever released.

My life has been a living hell, and I wish I could commit suicide.

I pray for a rescue and will wait till someone finds me.

I pray my abuser is put in jail sometime soon.

I want to go home, wherever home is now.

I miss the sun, and I miss my friends laughs.

I miss being called by my real name instead of the sexual names he calls me.

MY NAME IS CHARLOT NICHOL MYERA, AND IF ANYONE EVER FINDS THIS IN THE TRASH OR IN THIS CABIN KNOW THAT I WAS ALIVE FOR SEVEN MONTHS. COME FIND ME.

I looked at the note and grew angry over all he took, seven months one pregnancy and one miscarriage, my body submitted and he had won its will, I was nothing but his bitch to fuck and it was all thanks to that clueless child I once was.

I threw the paper across the room knowing he'd grow angry and roughly assault me when he found it but I did not care.

All I could do was cowered on my bed and look at the cup in disgust praying that my parents in heaven would make sure the pen did not say what the dick that made me his wanted it to say.

All I knew was I felt like dying as my mind grew week, threw my head over the edge of the bed, and barfed the breakfast of that morning. Before I fell into a great gentle slumber and drifted into dreams of everything since that day I returned home from who knows where.

DA DA DA

Sorry you will not truly find out about Boo and this place of misfortune for many chapters.

I added this prologue because the first chapter needed something to make sense why it sounded like a look back at things that have happened.

Also this is the only time Boo narrates any chapter.

I know its not that pleasant, it was hard to write and won't be easy having the M chapters have much M content.

This story is a look at someone abducted, and also how it would affect Boo… PLEASE don't be harsh if you bash or slash and again DO NOT SWEAR OR CURSE… "STICK AND STONES MAY BREAK MY BONES BUT WORDS WILL ALWAYS HURT ME." Be civilized when you slash or bash a story, we are all human beings words hurt, especially when you don't know what the background of someone is and how badly one word can hurt them. THANK YOU

Next chapter begins with how Boo's life has gone since she returned home as a two year old after Randle kidnapped her.

Hope you enjoy this adventure that tries a wishful mind and will go through never ending hope even when courage and strength have gone. It will be sad and filled with ups and downs.

Now I'll ask REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW…. I'm not posting Part 2 of Chapter 1 Till I have 2, yes 2 reviews…. Thank You

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