A/N: Based on the book "Golden Boy" By Abigail Tartelin
A/N: Strong Language. Very Adult scenes.
A/N: I was going to wait until I read the whole book. But I feel soooooooooo Sorry for Max, so I've written it now.
He's now in the woods.
Over an Incident that was Two months, Six Weeks, Three months ago.
Daddy had seen some girl in the woods. Just his type. Young, long blonde hair. Her office blouse was so light that they could see her bra strap in the star-light. They must have watched her for Twenty minutes until Daddy prodded his shoulder. "You take it" He said.
"My penknife's at the shop. I had to get it remodelled, why don't you..." Clay winced as Daddy sharply slapped him around the head. The woman looked around and started running. Daddy sighed.
"See, good game there, that you gave up, because you've lost your balls" Daddy swiped.
"Sorry..."
"You will be" Daddy nodded.
He punished him that night. That's why Clay's now so hazy about the date. Now he's here waiting for the blonde to come back. He's walking quietly, creeping in the shadows. He is a shadow trying to immerse himself in woodland. Keeping his eyes peeled until he hears voices to his right. He walks quicker trying not to make leaf noise.
He sees shoulder length blonde hair and gets excited. Is it Daddy's girl?
He sees another guy pushing this girl against the tree. She pushes him back. Daddy would like her. She's quite small and feisty.
" Hunter, Get off me!" She's yelling.
"Come on" The "Hunter" guy is saying. "I like you, don't pretend that you don't want it" He starts unbuckling his trousers and grinding himself on her.
"HELP SOMEBODY PLEASE!" She whines.
Clay gets closer as the guy smirks.
"What are you gonna do Max? You gonna fight me off? You can't, you're a little bitch. A girlie weakling. A fucking freak. No-one's around, you can blow me after"
Hunter pulls his hand over her mouth and tugs his trousers down. There's the awkward rustling and Clay can hear her screaming through the guys hand. With hunter off balance it's totally easy for Clay to wrap the Woodley wire around the Guy's neck. It helps that Clay is taller. Hunter's trying to grab him, but he's punching air. Clay tightens the grip until the guy's legs get heavy. When they drag aross the grass, they know he's gone limp.
Clay drops him to the ground and keeps his cap low, covering his face.
"What the fuck?" The Girl asks.
"I was just helping" Clay said,
"How did you? Have you killed him? You've just attacked my best friend!" She cries.
"Some best friend. He's fine...well he's gonna be. Apart from a little rope burn. Do want directions out of here? Have you got a phone?" Clay asks.
"No directions from you, prick, we come here a lot. And yes I've got a phone" She said taking it out. Before Clay could even blink she took a picture of him.
"You're okay right?" Clay asks.
"My best friend tried to assault me and a complete stranger choked him unconscious. DO I LOOK OKAY!" The girl shouted.
"Whatever" Clay shrugged. "Have a nice evening Madam"
"Madam? I'm a Boy arse-hole!" The guy said pulling strands of his blonde hair out of his face.
"Whatever" Clay said walking away from the ungrateful victim.