Chapter Seven

Into the Woods

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Florence couldn't remember the last time when she had smiled or laughed this much. Of course, it caught Jack, Bertha and even Cricket by surprise. She still held her boyish posture and preferred if they had stayed as preserved. Summer was passing, she met the boys around spring time and yet she couldn't believe they've gone this far. Many people relaxing on this fine day either sat on the docks or lay upon the tall grass. The blonde sat on Jack's lap as he whispered small sweet things into her ear, making Bertha giggle. From a small distance, Florence would watch as he would tuck the small strand of yellow hair behind her pale ear only to then give her small kisses.

The tomboy wondered if maybe what she thought of men was wrong. She admitted to herself that there were little amount of honorable men that resided in the small town. Her family and the Bondurants proved that they still upheld their chivalrous morals. She didn't mean to keep staring at the couple who sat a few feet away from her, but it all made her so damn curious. Having someone supporting you both physically and mentally was something she wouldn't mind; Having someone to have your back and maybe admit that they were wrong at times would be great. But, most of all, having someone love you unconditionally for who you are from the inside... she knew in return she would do the very same and happily so.

She blushed when she saw that Jack pulled Bertha into a deep kiss. Looking away, Florence looked at the diamond shining lake. From behind she heard Cricket cough, "You eventually get used to it." He motioned his head towards the loving couple.

Florence rose a brow. "Have you?"

Cricket scoffed, "Hell no."

She barked out a small laugh. The sound of her laugh was like believing if unicorns existed. He nor Jack could believe that she laughed, in truth it made their pride swell knowing they could turn someone so serious into a happier person. Her shoulders no longer seemed stiff or tensed, they would shake loosely as she would chuckle. Her eyes used to only crinkle when she squinted at the sun, but now they crinkled when she let out a smile. After all these years, Florence was finally letting some of her walls down.

The heavens became vibrant with pink and orange complexity, and up close towards the space, lavender descended upon the light sunset. She felt the warm peachiness on the sun caressing her face and she closed her eyes taking in the beauty of peace. The sounds of footsteps going over the crunchy tall grass were passing her, she noticed people began to leave to their homes. After a few hours of relaxing, Florence knew that it was time to get back to her family.

She got up then used her hands to brush off the pieces of grass from her. Sweat collected in her hair and hat, she wanted to get home as soon as possible to take a bath. Waving her farewell at the boys and Bertha, Florence said, "See ya'll later."

Jack looked uncomfortable for a second as did the rest of the group. "Are you sure you don't want me to drop you off at your home? I'd be happier to know that you're safe there, Rence."

"I'm sure. Besides, driving me is not in the way you're going, Jack."

"No, it's fine. Get in the truck, Rence," Jack insisted.

Florence scoffed, "I know how to take care of myself, Jack."

"I know you can. I'd just feel better knowin' you're at home with your folks."

"Don't you have a run to do shortly? I said that I'm fine, Jack."

Bertha intervened, "Florence, please. It's getting darker by the second. There are unsavory men crawling pass the brothel in the woods."

Paling a few shades, Florence hissed under her breath forgetting about the brothel. Whores and dicks go on walking around that territory. But, regardless Florence shook her head. "I'm in my disguise, they won't look twice in my way. You know I'll just ignore them." She looked at the darkening sky with worry. "I need to leave."

"Damn it, Rence! Don't be ridiculous!" Cricket yelled at her back. They knew why she left. And it was for a couple of reasons. One, she was too damn stubborn and prideful, she thought that she could fight anything that the world would throw at her. Second, Florence didn't liked to be a burden to someone especially when they have a busy schedule. Jack had to drop off Bertha then go meet the others for runs. The brunette would have gladly taken Cricket with her if Jack hadn't asked for his help.

She began her journey by trekking through the forbidden forest. Florence cursed at herself for her own stupidity, she should have taken Jack's offer to drive her home. Goosebumps were quickly breaking out on her skin, the hairs of her body began to stand. The owls began to hoot and Florence felt that someone was watching her. Paranoia was whispering in her mind, "There are eyes in these woods, child."

"There are eyes everywhere even when you think you cannot see them," it hissed. She felt invisible hands snaking their way from the back of her neck, and fingers slowly began to caress her panicked face. Shaky breaths and panting were heard throughout the forest. She felt someone's cold and echoing breath next to her ear, "Things happen here, dearie. Things you cannot fathom." It laughed mockingly at her. "I advise you to run, child. RUN." She stilled when she thought that she saw a figure on the other side of the dark forest. The figure screamed and started to chase after Florence.

Not needing to be told twice, Florence had quickly left dust behind her as she sprinted. She tried not to whimper, she tried not to leave tears trailing behind her cheeks. Branches and many fallen tree trunks made it too much of an obstacle. She tried to swat away the sticks or breaking them off as she ran through them. She jumped and ducked her way towards what seems some dim street lights.

When her foot landed on the flat dirt road, she dropped to her knees and cried in relief. She had no idea why there were tears in her eyes, when she turned around to check the forest behind, no one was chasing her. Florence knew that it was all from her head. Paranoia can make you think the unthinkable when you are not paying attention. She sniffled and cleaned her nose and eyes with her sleeve. Looking at all directions, Florence knew that the coast was clear, she had to make her move.

The road was lonely, more lonely than ever. There was cackling, moaning and piano music in the distance. Men and women were lurking between the trees to have their fun. Florence bowed her head, watching the ground as she walked as stealthily as she could. She wanted to hug herself, but it would make her look like a woman more than ever if she did, and her arms forced themselves the sides of her hips. A loud groan and a woman's scream of pleasure took Florence by surprise.

"AH-Ah! Ye-yes right there, Eugene. Right there-uh, Ahh-ah," the redhead woman whimpered. He nibbled on her ear and neck as she was against a tree. How the woman didn't get any splinters on her back was beyond Florence. The woman will regret it tomorrow she was sure of it.

She felt disgusted but curious at the same time. Florence tried to look away from some of the couples, but she couldn't help it. Her cheeks were so red as if someone slapped her a hundred times. The bottom of her stomach was beginning to feel unnerving and yet was feeling the heat from under and beyond.

The man ripped open the redhead's corset and dipped his head into her panting breasts. The woman closed her eyes, pleased with this man's work. She jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist, her brown shirt was unbuttoned all the way. He took one pale breast into his mouth, sucking and twirling his tongue on her pink nipple. Her hands grabbed his black hair, ruffling it.

Before more could happen, Florence looked away and began to walk further towards her home. Another couple that she saw, the man began to ride up the woman skirt and took off her underwear to take her against the tree. Stronger feelings of want and lust emerged, but Florence didn't know for who and for what. Weak for sexual desire is something that she was both looking forward to but then not at the same time. She wanted to punch herself in the face, because Florence was above all of this damn it!

All but in one motion, someone's bony fingers grabbed her upper arm, pulling her towards to their filthy body. Florence dared not to look up because she smelled their moonshine breath coming into her nose. She looked around seeing that three more bodies were staggering closer to them who were obviously drunk. Two were women and one was another man.

"Lookie, lookie what I got right here, Ronald," said the man holding her arm. His other hand was lightly trailing his fingers on her jaw. "Got us one of them youngling wandering 'round."

Ronald chuckled, drinking his full cup of shine that was resting in his hands. From what she can see, Ronald had extremely red skin and scars on the side of his face. His shirt was buttoned crookedly and had stains from god know what. Florence could had sworn that she could smell everyone's dirty breath even if they were a few feet away. "Prolly' wants to go fuck one of the whores. Small dick and all." The group laughed at his joke.

"Sheila, why don't you show this boy how to fuck?"

"I don't think he could satisfy my needs like you can, Charlie," Sheila purred, sticking her breasts out further. She walked over to his side to give him a sloppy kiss. She grinned, showing some of her rotting teeth.

Charlie slapped her bum and growled, "Damn right he can't." He paused to look over at Ronald's whore and asked, "How 'bout you, Gretchen? Care to show the boy how it's done?" He smirked.

Gretchen pouted and began to play with her curly strand of blonde hair. She was wearing a worn down gray dress. Her face seemed to be thinking hard, contemplating about something. Her blue eyes squinted and she laughed. "That ain't a boy, Charlie. Anyone with eyes can see that."

"What the fuck you goin' on about, bitch," Ronald asked.

She rolled her eyes and said, "This bitch is saying that there's a bitch in mens clothes."

"Ronald, I think you fucked her brains out," Charlie grumbled. "Can't tell a boy apart from a girl."

Sheila suggested, "There's only one way to find out."

Florence tried to shake her from the man's grasp but was too late. Sheila took off the hat that was sitting on her head.

"Would you look at that," Charlie said in wonder, looking down at Florence. "Ugly little slut ain't she? Prolly' was watching us having at it."

"Can't say that I blame her. She don't know how to fuck. She's a damn virgy," Sheila said. Her red hair was up in a messy bun. "It's clear as day. A damn virgy I tell ya'."

"Poor thing probably don't know how to touch herself," Gretchen faked her sympathy. She walked closer to Florence and forcefully grabbed her tanned chin. Gretchen bore her eyes into Florence and then smirked. She brought her reddened lips closer to Florence's ear and said softly, "When you feel something here," she trailed her hands towards Florence's groin area. "And you need to take away your frustrations or trouble, imagine yourself the greatest pleasures a man can give ya'. Then when you begin to feel a warm and fuzzy, use your fingers to-"

Suddenly, Florence head butted the blonde who kneeled towards the ground in pain. She then pivoted her body towards Charlie and punched him in the throat only to then kick him between the legs. He groaned in agony. She took back her hat from the whore. Ronald and Sheila were too drunk to help fight Florence. The only thing Sheila could do was yell angrily, "'M gonna find you! You fucking bitch!"

"You'll regret it when you do!" Ronald roars.

Florence ran and ran. Each time she turned her head, their bodies were getting smaller and smaller in distance. She sprinted about a few minutes straight without stopping. She slowly began to walk to catch her breath. Running her fingers through her dirty hair, Florence sighed. She should have never gone by herself. A stop must be put to her eager stubbornness.

The sound of tires rumbling on the road filled her ears. A familiar green truck was driving on the road. Florence couldn't catch a break in life. She set her hair into the hat. And continued to walk to her home.

Forrest left his last delivery at the brothel. Woman and even some men were trying to catch his eye. His cigar smoke was one of the many smells that the brothel was already familiar with. He knew deep down that most of these people didn't have a choice but to work in this part of town. Money and food was hard to come by, even scarce. He pitied them, but didn't show it.

Howard left upstairs to be with one or two of the whores. Jack stayed behind with Cricket at his family home. It was their damn responsibility to be home before the working day starts or else they would have to deal with an angry Forrest. The barkeeper went to grab the money in the office in which Forrest followed. He gave the money to him and Forrest counted the correct amount. He nodded at the barkeep and left outside.

He was walking towards his truck when he thought that he spotted Rence from afar. The small person was avoiding everyone that tried to holler at him. Forrest began to follow the boy to his destination, in hopes to keep him away from trouble. It was the very least that Forrest could do. Before he could do so, a woman grabbed his arm and tried to sway him into sleeping with her. When he turned around, he lost Rence. He cursed at himself and ignored the woman by taking back his arm and walking towards his truck.

As he drove, Forrest saw a body close by. And he knew the very same moment it was Rence. His slowed down and stopped at a soft screech. He leaned forward to open the door for Rence. The boy looked utterly exhausted and disheveled. Before the boy could argue some bullshit to Forrest, Forrest demanded without hesitation, "Get in the damn truck."

The "boy" got in quietly, shutting the door.

They drove in awkward silence. Forrest asked without looking at Florence's face. "What the hell were you doing walking in the road. There's a brothel not to far from here. Men who are worse than any monster lurk out there."

"Really? I didn't know," Florence quickly lied, looking straight at the road.

"Is that so?" Forrest grumbled, giving a side glance at her. "Then why the hell did I see you walking pass the brothel? Didn't take you for that type of man."

Her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Did that mean that he saw her watching the others? Did that mean that he knew who she really was? "I'm not," Florence dryly replied. "It was in my way to get home."

"It wouldn't be in your way if you would have let Jack take you," Forrest growled. "Pride will take you to your grave."

"Like you don't have any?" Florence shot back. "You have much more than I."

He growled under his breath. "What the hell would your family say? Don't you give a damn about your own safety, Rence?" They were in front of her house. She ignored Forrest and got out of the car. When she looked back to his face, he was still glaring at her.

"And why do you even care?" With that she shut his car door and walked towards the entrance of her home.

The question remained echoing in head with surprise. Why did he even care? Sure, Forrest had people who had his back. Hell, they might have saved his ass a few times and whenever they were about to do some stupid ass decision with their life, it was their damn choice. Not once did Forrest ever gave a shit to what they did.

So, why did he care about Rence?


When Florence got home, she was thankful that she managed to get there in time. She simply had her dinner and went to bed without any trouble.

Florence took off her clothing and put an oversized cotton shirt and her underwear on. She got under her covers but couldn't sleep. She felt like a child that deserved to be scolded at. Her mother would spanked her if she knew that she talked to someone like Forrest like that. But at the same time, her heart wanted to burst out her chest when she realized that Forrest said her boy name for the first time. Rence. And with the angry looks he gave her, she closed her eyes. It was a good look on him to say the very least. She felt odd admitting it, but she knew it was true.

The young woman could imagine him ripping the clothes off of her body as if it was the easiest think to do. She could feel his hot breath traveling on her skin, trailing towards her large breast. He would rest his face on the valley of her breasts, giving each one a kiss. She could see him massaging them and taking her light brown nipple in his mouth, sucking on it slowly, licking it. God, she could see this all happening. Forrest would take her aroused nipple a bite it, making her whimper for more. Of course her would look at her face to see her reaction. He would smirk and go back to her breast as his hand would trail slowly towards her glistening mound.

Again, Florence stopped her wild imagination. She shook her head and tried to distract herself with something else. Her thoughts went back to what Gretchen did earlier. She brought her reddened lips closer to Florence's ear and said softly, "When you feel something here," she trailed her hands towards Florence's groin area. "And you need to take away your frustrations or trouble, imagine yourself the greatest pleasures a man can give ya'. Then when you begin to feel a warm and fuzzy, use your fingers to-"

Use your fingers to what? Florence wanted to feel release. She took off her shirt and set it beside her. She saw that her nipples were already hardened much to her surprise. Her fingers slowly made their way towards her entrance. She paused before entering them into her womanhood. Her other hand was massaging one of her breast, pinching her nipple.

She ran her middle finger through the lips of her vagina, massaging between them. She had her finger enter her opening going in and and out. She caught her whimper when she knew that she was dripping in juices. Florence was panting and began to feel dizzy in pleasure. Trying to refrain herself from crying or moaning out loud, she grabbed her shirt and bit into it.

She ran her finger once more through the lips and began to play with her clit. This is how she would imagine Forrest touches. But, this would be nothing compared to his hands. Her finger was glistening and began to touch her clit in a forward and backward motion. At first she started with soft touches and the pace began to quicken when she knew her release was coming. How did she know? Her pantings and moaning were coming in faster, a scream was ready to come out of her throat. She was whimpering, she never felt anything like this before.

In the meanwhile her finger was massaging her clit, her other hand was squeezing her breast harder. They began to bounce a bit when her back was arching. Her pace became much quicker and her eyes rolled behind their sockets as she screamed out her release into her shirt.

Florence relaxed, still trying to catch her breath.

Oh, boy.