This is a fic I wrote when I was feeling a little sick today. I hope it's okay.
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Davis the untold story.
Hello my name is Davis and I'm here to tell you how I became the way I am today.
It all started when I was a baby. My dad said I looked gay. My sister hated me and my mom didn't give a sh....
Well, actually it started when I was six years old. I was walking down the sidewalk going home from a birthday party I had been invited to. The kids at the party were so mean to me. They threw me in the swimming pool after attacking me with cake and locking me in the basement for an hour. (I was afraid of the dark.)
Finally I had had enough, I decided I wanted to go home. I was at the party with my older sister Jun who was 10 at the time, I told her I wanted to leave. She told me to go away. So I did. I went away, walking home all by myself. I was a big boy now, 6 years old, almost 7, I could easily find my way home by now. Or at least that's what I thought.
I had gotten lost on my way and soon I was no where familiar. I started running as the sky became cloudy and I realized it was going to rain. As I ran on I noticed that not only had it started to rain but it was getting dark too.
I kept running and running when and stopped when I heard a man calling me.
"KID! HEY, KID!"
I turned around and noticed a man with long black shiny hair covering his face. He had a beard that gave him a messy look. and was dressed in a blue sweatshirt, black pants and wore a white cap. He was in his truck, calling me.
"Who? me!" I answered.
"yes, you. Come here." He said opening the door.
I hesitated. What if he was one of those stranger people my dad had warned Jun and me about. I wasn't sure whether I should listen to him or not.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked me.
"yes."
Why don't you come in my truck to stay away from the rain."
I remembered my mom saying something about never staying out in the rain for too long because you might catch pneumonia, whatever that was.
" I'll give you a ride home."
That last comment convinced me. I know I was doing the wrong thing talking to that man, but I was also doing the right thing by staying out of the rain. So I guess that about evened it out.
As soon as I went inside, he started up his truck and we started driving. In about two minutes, I was able to see my house, but as we got closer, I noticed that the man had started driving faster. We passed by my house and he kept on driving. Soon, we were in the middle of nowhere. No houses, trucks,stores, nothing. all that was there was us and the highway.He stopped the truck.
"come here." He said motioning for me to sit next to him. I refused.
"come here." He said a little more persistently. I still refused. Finally he got tired of asking me to come closer and he just grabbed me by the legs and pulled me to him.
"Bad things happen to bad little boys. You! You've been a very bad boy so whatever happens to you is your own fault." He said pulling off my sweater.
I closed my eyes tightly and what happened next is something I could not explain. I hadn't had enough experience in my 6 years to possibly know what was going on with my body. All I knew is that it felt wrong and that it hurt.
"Yes, yes. You are a good little boy. A very good little boy. Yes you are. Now give Papa what he wants. Yes, yes!"
I felt ashamed. I couldn't explain why but I did. I had no idea what was going on but it made me start to cry.
He got disgusted by my crying and soon kicked me out of the truck, taking my pants with him, leaving me in the middle of nowhere in my underwear.
"That's what bad little boys get for not listening to their parents!If you ever tell anyone about this I swear I will find you and I will kill you!"
He said driving off.
I was all alone now.
With no one to help me.
And all of a sudden I heard a wolf.
To Be Continued....
Oh shoot! How did this happen? Oh, well. review if you want me to continue cause I won't if you don't.
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Davis the untold story.
Hello my name is Davis and I'm here to tell you how I became the way I am today.
It all started when I was a baby. My dad said I looked gay. My sister hated me and my mom didn't give a sh....
Well, actually it started when I was six years old. I was walking down the sidewalk going home from a birthday party I had been invited to. The kids at the party were so mean to me. They threw me in the swimming pool after attacking me with cake and locking me in the basement for an hour. (I was afraid of the dark.)
Finally I had had enough, I decided I wanted to go home. I was at the party with my older sister Jun who was 10 at the time, I told her I wanted to leave. She told me to go away. So I did. I went away, walking home all by myself. I was a big boy now, 6 years old, almost 7, I could easily find my way home by now. Or at least that's what I thought.
I had gotten lost on my way and soon I was no where familiar. I started running as the sky became cloudy and I realized it was going to rain. As I ran on I noticed that not only had it started to rain but it was getting dark too.
I kept running and running when and stopped when I heard a man calling me.
"KID! HEY, KID!"
I turned around and noticed a man with long black shiny hair covering his face. He had a beard that gave him a messy look. and was dressed in a blue sweatshirt, black pants and wore a white cap. He was in his truck, calling me.
"Who? me!" I answered.
"yes, you. Come here." He said opening the door.
I hesitated. What if he was one of those stranger people my dad had warned Jun and me about. I wasn't sure whether I should listen to him or not.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked me.
"yes."
Why don't you come in my truck to stay away from the rain."
I remembered my mom saying something about never staying out in the rain for too long because you might catch pneumonia, whatever that was.
" I'll give you a ride home."
That last comment convinced me. I know I was doing the wrong thing talking to that man, but I was also doing the right thing by staying out of the rain. So I guess that about evened it out.
As soon as I went inside, he started up his truck and we started driving. In about two minutes, I was able to see my house, but as we got closer, I noticed that the man had started driving faster. We passed by my house and he kept on driving. Soon, we were in the middle of nowhere. No houses, trucks,stores, nothing. all that was there was us and the highway.He stopped the truck.
"come here." He said motioning for me to sit next to him. I refused.
"come here." He said a little more persistently. I still refused. Finally he got tired of asking me to come closer and he just grabbed me by the legs and pulled me to him.
"Bad things happen to bad little boys. You! You've been a very bad boy so whatever happens to you is your own fault." He said pulling off my sweater.
I closed my eyes tightly and what happened next is something I could not explain. I hadn't had enough experience in my 6 years to possibly know what was going on with my body. All I knew is that it felt wrong and that it hurt.
"Yes, yes. You are a good little boy. A very good little boy. Yes you are. Now give Papa what he wants. Yes, yes!"
I felt ashamed. I couldn't explain why but I did. I had no idea what was going on but it made me start to cry.
He got disgusted by my crying and soon kicked me out of the truck, taking my pants with him, leaving me in the middle of nowhere in my underwear.
"That's what bad little boys get for not listening to their parents!If you ever tell anyone about this I swear I will find you and I will kill you!"
He said driving off.
I was all alone now.
With no one to help me.
And all of a sudden I heard a wolf.
To Be Continued....
Oh shoot! How did this happen? Oh, well. review if you want me to continue cause I won't if you don't.