Skater Boy"
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Utah, like everywhere else I had ever lived, brought promise of a fresh start. I could assume any identity that I wanted, I could have if I was normal. But no, I'm not. I'm far from and yet again, I was struck by my feline instincts.
His name was Seth, he was an eighteen year old who thought I was sixteen. He had blond hair that was perpetually dyed. It was green when I first saw him. He was tall and nicely built. He wore low, baggy pants, thick, studded belts, a bright blue t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt, and he had thick wrist bands like his belt. Seth was in a band, he played guitar and sang lead... if you could call it singing. His group was into Pre-Pulse skater punk or as he called it So-Cal Punk. His band, The Foosball Amputees, were playing at the club where I stopped to eat.
He saw me instantly, as did every other warm blooded male in the room. I could feel the heat radiating from me. I maybe had an hour before it came full tilt, maybe. Guys literally started lining up to get at me. I ignored all of them. I wanted the Alpha's in the room. Seth was an Alpha.
He finished whatever song he was playing and he ripped his guitar off and then jumped off the stage. He cut through the crowd to get to me and then we kissed. Some of the other Alpha men in the room got pissed and started a fight, somehow he led me out the back door.
We stayed in the alley and he used the wall to balance as he fucked me. Unlike Ryan, he didn't try to do too much. It was relieving in it's own way.
After he pulled his pants back up and zipped them close, "I'm Seth."
"Riley Jonathan." I said, pulling the name out of my ass.
He blushed, "Nice to meet you."
I smiled, "You live near by?"
He nodded and grabbed my hand and led me to his house.
After my heat phase, we continued to date. He was much more romantic than Ryan had been, and he wasn't all about sex. We had sex, to say anything else would be a horrible lie but it wasn't like Ryan at all. Seth was looking out for me, he wanted the best for me.
I soon stopped wearing my slutty clothes, you couldn't skate in shit like that. And Seth's friends all skated, so I learned. It took me all of an hour to learn how to do everything him and his friends did. But you can't skate in platform shoes.
I was soon wearing my hair flat against my head, baggy jeans, logo t- shirts, chains thick belts, and canvas shoes.
I was his muse. He would write songs when we were together, when we were apart, anytime he could; and they were almost always about me.
But things weren't perfect.
His drummer, Mark, came up to me once and was talking to me. He had also gotten his GED because school sucked and he was talking about college courses he had taken and how to do them via correspondence. He had said something and it made me laugh.
Seth saw this and got pissed off. He came running over, decked Mark and then grabbed my arm. Honestly, I should have been pissed, retaliated. But when he said, "She's mine, I love her", it made it ok.
It made it ok when he would slap me, he'd write a song and tell me he loved me, how he did it out of love. And every time he said that, I believed it. I wanted to.
Once, around my fifteenth birthday, I had called Zack to ask him something about when exactly my birthday was and Seth heard me talking. He could tell it was a guy and he got pissed.
He started smacking me around, all the while Zack sat on the other end listening to him hit me. So I thought, he had heard the first hit and then he hung up to call someone.
About fifteen minutes after he started beating me, the door was kicked in. A tall, strongly built young black man stood in the doorway. He ran in and ripped Seth off of me and threw him across the room.
"What the hell?" Seth asked as the guy helped me up, "Why is this *any* of your business?"
The guy glared at him, I could barely see him through my swollen eyes. I heard his smooth deep voice, "She's my sister, you fuck hole."
"Tosh?" I asked in a barely audible whisper.
He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed, he hit an old but still sore bruise and that additional pain caused my legs to give out.
Seth took a step to help me, Tosh got in front of him. "You like flying across the room or you just want me to beat you senseless."
"It's not how it looks." I found myself saying.
"Jondy, shut up." Tosh said in a low growl.
I could hear Seth grin and chuckle, "Sorry man but her name's not Jondy. It's Riley." When I didn't back him, I could soon smell his fear, "Right?"
Tosh turned and picked me up, "Honestly, you little shit, I don't care who you hit.... just not my baby sister."
"Baby? She's almost seventeen." Seth said.
"Try again." Tosh said, I knew he was glaring at me but I had closed my eyes.
"Sixteen?" Seth asked.
"One more."
"Fifteen? She's almost fucking fifteen?" Seth demanded. "She's a fucking slut then."
Tosh set me down slowly and then he turned and decked Seth. I could hear the bone break. Tosh laid several other blows and then I heard a thud. Seth fell to the ground. Dead or unconscious, I'll never know. Tosh came back to me and swept me back up in his arms and took me out of Salt Lake City.
Two days later, Zack showed up. I expected him to lash out at me about how I should defend myself; but those words never came. He asked me to keep my bra on but take my other shirts off and show him the bruising.
I did as he asked and he touched my skin lightly as he looked at each bruise. He sighed and spoke very softly, "What is it with you guys letting guys smack you around?"
"Who is you guys?" I asked.
"All the girls. Everyone of you has been hit at least once. Some this bad, some not as bad, some worse..." He said.
I shrugged, I didn't know how to reply, how could I?
He pulled me into a hug and held me for a few minutes. He had never held me like that before. It was a quite thrilling sensation, honestly. Zack was the most important person in my life and he was holding me for the first time.
I was sad when he pulled away. He called Tosh back into the room. Tosh came in wearing a greased up wife-beater and low, baggy jeans. He leaned against his wall and waited patiently for his orders.
"Tosh, you're free to stay for about six to nine months longer." Zack said. Tosh nodded, he was always a good soldier.
Zack turned to me, "Everyone's been found, you're free to settle down."
I brightened instantly, "Can I see Max?"
He realized his mistake then, instantly. He sighed, "We'll talk about this later, I've got a place set up for you in LA. Can you stay out of trouble?"
I nodded and grinned, talking about it later was better than a flat out no. Zack had stopped by my place in Salt Lake and got my bags. He didn't say anything about Seth, nor did I ask.
I hugged Tosh goodbye and slid the cell phone list into his pocket. Zack led me out of the room and he drove me to LA. It was a silent ride, not awkward at all. We just didn't need to speak. That's what I love about Zack, we don't need to speak for everything to be ok. With Zack, everything was.
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
Utah, like everywhere else I had ever lived, brought promise of a fresh start. I could assume any identity that I wanted, I could have if I was normal. But no, I'm not. I'm far from and yet again, I was struck by my feline instincts.
His name was Seth, he was an eighteen year old who thought I was sixteen. He had blond hair that was perpetually dyed. It was green when I first saw him. He was tall and nicely built. He wore low, baggy pants, thick, studded belts, a bright blue t-shirt over a white long sleeved shirt, and he had thick wrist bands like his belt. Seth was in a band, he played guitar and sang lead... if you could call it singing. His group was into Pre-Pulse skater punk or as he called it So-Cal Punk. His band, The Foosball Amputees, were playing at the club where I stopped to eat.
He saw me instantly, as did every other warm blooded male in the room. I could feel the heat radiating from me. I maybe had an hour before it came full tilt, maybe. Guys literally started lining up to get at me. I ignored all of them. I wanted the Alpha's in the room. Seth was an Alpha.
He finished whatever song he was playing and he ripped his guitar off and then jumped off the stage. He cut through the crowd to get to me and then we kissed. Some of the other Alpha men in the room got pissed and started a fight, somehow he led me out the back door.
We stayed in the alley and he used the wall to balance as he fucked me. Unlike Ryan, he didn't try to do too much. It was relieving in it's own way.
After he pulled his pants back up and zipped them close, "I'm Seth."
"Riley Jonathan." I said, pulling the name out of my ass.
He blushed, "Nice to meet you."
I smiled, "You live near by?"
He nodded and grabbed my hand and led me to his house.
After my heat phase, we continued to date. He was much more romantic than Ryan had been, and he wasn't all about sex. We had sex, to say anything else would be a horrible lie but it wasn't like Ryan at all. Seth was looking out for me, he wanted the best for me.
I soon stopped wearing my slutty clothes, you couldn't skate in shit like that. And Seth's friends all skated, so I learned. It took me all of an hour to learn how to do everything him and his friends did. But you can't skate in platform shoes.
I was soon wearing my hair flat against my head, baggy jeans, logo t- shirts, chains thick belts, and canvas shoes.
I was his muse. He would write songs when we were together, when we were apart, anytime he could; and they were almost always about me.
But things weren't perfect.
His drummer, Mark, came up to me once and was talking to me. He had also gotten his GED because school sucked and he was talking about college courses he had taken and how to do them via correspondence. He had said something and it made me laugh.
Seth saw this and got pissed off. He came running over, decked Mark and then grabbed my arm. Honestly, I should have been pissed, retaliated. But when he said, "She's mine, I love her", it made it ok.
It made it ok when he would slap me, he'd write a song and tell me he loved me, how he did it out of love. And every time he said that, I believed it. I wanted to.
Once, around my fifteenth birthday, I had called Zack to ask him something about when exactly my birthday was and Seth heard me talking. He could tell it was a guy and he got pissed.
He started smacking me around, all the while Zack sat on the other end listening to him hit me. So I thought, he had heard the first hit and then he hung up to call someone.
About fifteen minutes after he started beating me, the door was kicked in. A tall, strongly built young black man stood in the doorway. He ran in and ripped Seth off of me and threw him across the room.
"What the hell?" Seth asked as the guy helped me up, "Why is this *any* of your business?"
The guy glared at him, I could barely see him through my swollen eyes. I heard his smooth deep voice, "She's my sister, you fuck hole."
"Tosh?" I asked in a barely audible whisper.
He put his hand on my shoulder and squeezed, he hit an old but still sore bruise and that additional pain caused my legs to give out.
Seth took a step to help me, Tosh got in front of him. "You like flying across the room or you just want me to beat you senseless."
"It's not how it looks." I found myself saying.
"Jondy, shut up." Tosh said in a low growl.
I could hear Seth grin and chuckle, "Sorry man but her name's not Jondy. It's Riley." When I didn't back him, I could soon smell his fear, "Right?"
Tosh turned and picked me up, "Honestly, you little shit, I don't care who you hit.... just not my baby sister."
"Baby? She's almost seventeen." Seth said.
"Try again." Tosh said, I knew he was glaring at me but I had closed my eyes.
"Sixteen?" Seth asked.
"One more."
"Fifteen? She's almost fucking fifteen?" Seth demanded. "She's a fucking slut then."
Tosh set me down slowly and then he turned and decked Seth. I could hear the bone break. Tosh laid several other blows and then I heard a thud. Seth fell to the ground. Dead or unconscious, I'll never know. Tosh came back to me and swept me back up in his arms and took me out of Salt Lake City.
Two days later, Zack showed up. I expected him to lash out at me about how I should defend myself; but those words never came. He asked me to keep my bra on but take my other shirts off and show him the bruising.
I did as he asked and he touched my skin lightly as he looked at each bruise. He sighed and spoke very softly, "What is it with you guys letting guys smack you around?"
"Who is you guys?" I asked.
"All the girls. Everyone of you has been hit at least once. Some this bad, some not as bad, some worse..." He said.
I shrugged, I didn't know how to reply, how could I?
He pulled me into a hug and held me for a few minutes. He had never held me like that before. It was a quite thrilling sensation, honestly. Zack was the most important person in my life and he was holding me for the first time.
I was sad when he pulled away. He called Tosh back into the room. Tosh came in wearing a greased up wife-beater and low, baggy jeans. He leaned against his wall and waited patiently for his orders.
"Tosh, you're free to stay for about six to nine months longer." Zack said. Tosh nodded, he was always a good soldier.
Zack turned to me, "Everyone's been found, you're free to settle down."
I brightened instantly, "Can I see Max?"
He realized his mistake then, instantly. He sighed, "We'll talk about this later, I've got a place set up for you in LA. Can you stay out of trouble?"
I nodded and grinned, talking about it later was better than a flat out no. Zack had stopped by my place in Salt Lake and got my bags. He didn't say anything about Seth, nor did I ask.
I hugged Tosh goodbye and slid the cell phone list into his pocket. Zack led me out of the room and he drove me to LA. It was a silent ride, not awkward at all. We just didn't need to speak. That's what I love about Zack, we don't need to speak for everything to be ok. With Zack, everything was.