Adam's Story
This IS the same Adam Holbrook from my previous stories..Kristin's friend...This chapter contains slight sexual abuse, so sorry about that. It's not graphic, so don't worry.
Adam sighed and pushed through the crowded halls of the 7B hallway (that's seventh grade, team B). It was sixth period-or suppose to be-and he was late, and sixth graders were crowding the hallway doing some project. He finally made it outside and quickly ran up the large hill to the gym building. He walked into the boys locker room and swung his backpack on a hook and ran into the main building, ignoring stares from the other kids. Adam hadn't dressed out for awhile. Adam sat on the bleachers, carefully slumped against the ones that weren't folding down so he wouldn't hurt his black and blue back.
His Coach walked over. "Again, Adam?" "Yeah." Adam said back. "You have detention next Friday," Coach said. "C'mon Coach! I'm gonna get killed!" Adam protested, thinking about the night before. "Should've thought about that before," He said and walked off.
***That afternoon***
Adam quickly walked into his house and dropped off his backpack in the closet. Another Friday. "Adam, sweetie, I've got to go. I'll be back Sunday, okay? I'm really sorry I'm going to miss your hockey game, but I promise I won't miss another one. Cameron will be home soon, anothe 30 minutes. Rowan is in the living room playing video games, so don't mess with him. You know how he is. He's going to Preston's house later tonight, Preston's mother is coming to pick him up, so you and Cameron can do some stepfather stepson bonding, okay?" His mom said, leaning over to kiss him on the head. "He's not my stepfather and I'll never bond with that creep!" Adam snarled. Cameron was his mother's boyfriend for two months so far. Her previous one, Jake, had been cool, but Adam hated Cameron. "Adam, I know you miss Jake, but Cameron is a lot better-you'll see. He's not use to kids," She lied. "He gets along great with Rowan and Rowan is younger than me! He grew up with 5 younger sisters
and brothers, I think he'd be use to kids!" Adam retorted. "Adam, I don't have time for this. Just please don't get into another fight with Cameron. Preston's mom will be here in about an hour." His mom said and called out bye to Rowan and left.
Adam walked into the living room and saw Rowan playing Mario's Party 2. Rowan didn't look much like Adam. While Adam was short for his age (but he had been growing a lot recently) Rowan was tall for his age, but not to tall. Adam's blonde hair was more of a dirty blonde, while Rowan's was a white-blonde. Adam was pale and Rowan hard a tan year around. Adam's eyes were brown/hazel while Rowan had a light blue tint in them. Face-wise, though, they were both incredibly cute.
"Hey, Rowan, what'sup?" Adam asked, flinging himself on the couch. "Shh!" Rowan hushed him. Rowan Daminion Holbrook was 7 years old. Personality-wise, he was completely different from Adam. Adam was outgoing, funny, and loved attention. Rowan was shy, quiet, introspective, and didn't like attention.
An hour later the doorbell rang and in walked Cameron-and Preston's mom. "hey, Rowan, Adam," PReston's mom greeted them. "Hey," They both said, Rowan a little more enthuiastically. "Go get your bag, Rowan. Preston is waiting in the car," Cameron said. Rowan did as he was told, grabbing the bag that was laying in the kitchen and fled out the front door, calling behind him, "Bye, Adam, bye Cameron!" and jumped into the car with his friend Preston. "THanks again, Lanie, I'm sure Rowan will have a wonderful time. I've gotta catch up with my pal Adam. Isn't that right?" Cameron siad in a sweet voice to Adam. Adam just gulped and nodded. Having fun with Cameron-for Adam-meant getting beatings and playing "games". "Well, it's no problem. Bye Adam, Cam," She said and left.
"Hey Adam. How was your day?" Cameron demanded, grabbing Adam's shoulder. "Uh, f-f-ine...I-I- don't real real well, so can we not do anything tonight..please?" Adam begged. "Oh, but I heard sick little boys do really well in certain games." Cameron said and pulled Adam towards the stairs. "No, Cameron!" Adam yelled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Shut up!" Cameron screamed and dragged Adam upstairs. He walked into Adam's mom and Cameron's room and flung the small, shaking, boy onto the bed. "Now, you're going to do what I say, Bitch!" He screamed at Adam, who was scrambling to get off the bed but he didn't make it. Cameron jumped onto the bed and grabbed Adam and wrestled him down, slapping him a few times in the process. Adam started crying as Cameron pulled off his shoes and shirt. "You're kind of chubby, Adam. Maybe I shouldn't give you any food. To much gut to play our games," Cameron spat, knowng good and well Adam was to skinny to begin with. "no!" Adam cried as
Cameron tugged on his jeans. Adam tried to kick Cameron and fight to get up but Cameron quickly tied his feet and arms to the four bed posts. "No! Please Cameron!" Adam sobbed through his tears as Cameron pulled off his boxers. "Oh shut up you damn baby!" Cameron growled and slapped him.
Cameron touched Adam, and Adam then screamed for help until Cameron punched him in the chest. Adam breathed hard t try to regain all breathing. Cameron turned Adam over and threw him on his stomach, Adam thrashing more wildly. "NO! THAT HURTS!" He screamed over and over again into the night...
***That night***
Adam sat on the couch, staring ahead at the TV, but not really watching it. Cameron had left right after he had raped Adam...again. Adam looked at the phone, thinking about how he hadn't talked to Kristin for awhile. He quickly dialed Horizon's number.
Sophie: Hello?
Adam: Hey, Sophie, it's Adam.
Sophie: Hey! DO you want to talk to Kristin?
Adam:yeah-well, can I talk to Peter first?
Sophie: Sure, is anything wrong?
Adam: no...
Sophie: well, okay. Here Peter.
Peter: Hey, Adam. What do you need?
Adam: Can I ask you something?
Peter: Sure.
Adam: If you know someone is getting hurt by someone what do you do? (in a choked up-voice)
Peter: What kind of hurt?
Adam: BEating..and touching...
Peter:Adam, you know what to do.
Adam: I CAN'T tell Peter! You DON'T understand! (screaming)
Adam slammed down the phone, ignoring the phone ringing, for fear of it was Peter. Asking questions. Nosey questions, like the teachers about his bruises-although most of the time they were on his back, sometimes Cameron got "careless" and hit him wherever he want. Adam knew he should've told Peter, but...how do you tell someone about that???
Hey! Hoped you like it! If some of these sound babyish keep in mind that they are from the minds of 11-13 year-olds. And my warped little 12-year-old mind. This prequel is done! YAY! PLEASE keep reviewing! summer of miracles should have a few chapters up tonight. At least one or two.
This IS the same Adam Holbrook from my previous stories..Kristin's friend...This chapter contains slight sexual abuse, so sorry about that. It's not graphic, so don't worry.
Adam sighed and pushed through the crowded halls of the 7B hallway (that's seventh grade, team B). It was sixth period-or suppose to be-and he was late, and sixth graders were crowding the hallway doing some project. He finally made it outside and quickly ran up the large hill to the gym building. He walked into the boys locker room and swung his backpack on a hook and ran into the main building, ignoring stares from the other kids. Adam hadn't dressed out for awhile. Adam sat on the bleachers, carefully slumped against the ones that weren't folding down so he wouldn't hurt his black and blue back.
His Coach walked over. "Again, Adam?" "Yeah." Adam said back. "You have detention next Friday," Coach said. "C'mon Coach! I'm gonna get killed!" Adam protested, thinking about the night before. "Should've thought about that before," He said and walked off.
***That afternoon***
Adam quickly walked into his house and dropped off his backpack in the closet. Another Friday. "Adam, sweetie, I've got to go. I'll be back Sunday, okay? I'm really sorry I'm going to miss your hockey game, but I promise I won't miss another one. Cameron will be home soon, anothe 30 minutes. Rowan is in the living room playing video games, so don't mess with him. You know how he is. He's going to Preston's house later tonight, Preston's mother is coming to pick him up, so you and Cameron can do some stepfather stepson bonding, okay?" His mom said, leaning over to kiss him on the head. "He's not my stepfather and I'll never bond with that creep!" Adam snarled. Cameron was his mother's boyfriend for two months so far. Her previous one, Jake, had been cool, but Adam hated Cameron. "Adam, I know you miss Jake, but Cameron is a lot better-you'll see. He's not use to kids," She lied. "He gets along great with Rowan and Rowan is younger than me! He grew up with 5 younger sisters
and brothers, I think he'd be use to kids!" Adam retorted. "Adam, I don't have time for this. Just please don't get into another fight with Cameron. Preston's mom will be here in about an hour." His mom said and called out bye to Rowan and left.
Adam walked into the living room and saw Rowan playing Mario's Party 2. Rowan didn't look much like Adam. While Adam was short for his age (but he had been growing a lot recently) Rowan was tall for his age, but not to tall. Adam's blonde hair was more of a dirty blonde, while Rowan's was a white-blonde. Adam was pale and Rowan hard a tan year around. Adam's eyes were brown/hazel while Rowan had a light blue tint in them. Face-wise, though, they were both incredibly cute.
"Hey, Rowan, what'sup?" Adam asked, flinging himself on the couch. "Shh!" Rowan hushed him. Rowan Daminion Holbrook was 7 years old. Personality-wise, he was completely different from Adam. Adam was outgoing, funny, and loved attention. Rowan was shy, quiet, introspective, and didn't like attention.
An hour later the doorbell rang and in walked Cameron-and Preston's mom. "hey, Rowan, Adam," PReston's mom greeted them. "Hey," They both said, Rowan a little more enthuiastically. "Go get your bag, Rowan. Preston is waiting in the car," Cameron said. Rowan did as he was told, grabbing the bag that was laying in the kitchen and fled out the front door, calling behind him, "Bye, Adam, bye Cameron!" and jumped into the car with his friend Preston. "THanks again, Lanie, I'm sure Rowan will have a wonderful time. I've gotta catch up with my pal Adam. Isn't that right?" Cameron siad in a sweet voice to Adam. Adam just gulped and nodded. Having fun with Cameron-for Adam-meant getting beatings and playing "games". "Well, it's no problem. Bye Adam, Cam," She said and left.
"Hey Adam. How was your day?" Cameron demanded, grabbing Adam's shoulder. "Uh, f-f-ine...I-I- don't real real well, so can we not do anything tonight..please?" Adam begged. "Oh, but I heard sick little boys do really well in certain games." Cameron said and pulled Adam towards the stairs. "No, Cameron!" Adam yelled, trying to wiggle out of his grasp. "Shut up!" Cameron screamed and dragged Adam upstairs. He walked into Adam's mom and Cameron's room and flung the small, shaking, boy onto the bed. "Now, you're going to do what I say, Bitch!" He screamed at Adam, who was scrambling to get off the bed but he didn't make it. Cameron jumped onto the bed and grabbed Adam and wrestled him down, slapping him a few times in the process. Adam started crying as Cameron pulled off his shoes and shirt. "You're kind of chubby, Adam. Maybe I shouldn't give you any food. To much gut to play our games," Cameron spat, knowng good and well Adam was to skinny to begin with. "no!" Adam cried as
Cameron tugged on his jeans. Adam tried to kick Cameron and fight to get up but Cameron quickly tied his feet and arms to the four bed posts. "No! Please Cameron!" Adam sobbed through his tears as Cameron pulled off his boxers. "Oh shut up you damn baby!" Cameron growled and slapped him.
Cameron touched Adam, and Adam then screamed for help until Cameron punched him in the chest. Adam breathed hard t try to regain all breathing. Cameron turned Adam over and threw him on his stomach, Adam thrashing more wildly. "NO! THAT HURTS!" He screamed over and over again into the night...
***That night***
Adam sat on the couch, staring ahead at the TV, but not really watching it. Cameron had left right after he had raped Adam...again. Adam looked at the phone, thinking about how he hadn't talked to Kristin for awhile. He quickly dialed Horizon's number.
Sophie: Hello?
Adam: Hey, Sophie, it's Adam.
Sophie: Hey! DO you want to talk to Kristin?
Adam:yeah-well, can I talk to Peter first?
Sophie: Sure, is anything wrong?
Adam: no...
Sophie: well, okay. Here Peter.
Peter: Hey, Adam. What do you need?
Adam: Can I ask you something?
Peter: Sure.
Adam: If you know someone is getting hurt by someone what do you do? (in a choked up-voice)
Peter: What kind of hurt?
Adam: BEating..and touching...
Peter:Adam, you know what to do.
Adam: I CAN'T tell Peter! You DON'T understand! (screaming)
Adam slammed down the phone, ignoring the phone ringing, for fear of it was Peter. Asking questions. Nosey questions, like the teachers about his bruises-although most of the time they were on his back, sometimes Cameron got "careless" and hit him wherever he want. Adam knew he should've told Peter, but...how do you tell someone about that???
Hey! Hoped you like it! If some of these sound babyish keep in mind that they are from the minds of 11-13 year-olds. And my warped little 12-year-old mind. This prequel is done! YAY! PLEASE keep reviewing! summer of miracles should have a few chapters up tonight. At least one or two.