I originally posted the first part on pojo.com but after getting 0 feedback, I lost hope in the fic. I never would have amagined that people would actually enjoy having me put poor Davis in so many odd spots.Well, thanks again for reviewing and I'll try to put up as many chapters to this fic as possible.
Author's note: I made a mistake in the other chapter when I made June only 4 years older than Davis, the truth is that she is five years older.Sorry if there was any mix up.Now on to
the story!
DAVIS THE UNTOLD STORY
After giving me some boy's clothes which were a little too big for me, the mother of the family which was called Kamiya took me to her childrens room to play with some toys.
In the room were bunk beds and a little kitty bed in the corner. On the bottom bunk slept a little girl my age with a pink pajama on and a whistle around her neck.
I looked around the strange room. There were clothes everywhere. The floors had kitty poop on them and what really amazed me were the wind chimes indoors. I saw a chair nearby so using that I tried to climb up to touch the wind chimes. I had heard one of June's friends saying one time, that whoever touched a wind chime could make a wish.
I almost had it when I was startled by a loud shrill noise.
"Brriinngg!!!" The noise made me fall down and hurt myself.
I looked up and saw the little girl had woken up.
"HI!" I said.
"BRRRIIINNNGGG!!!" Went the little girl's whistle.
She took the whistle out of her mouth.
"You're not supposed to be here!" She said. Picking up her cat and giving me a dirty look. I tried to pet the cat but she growled at me.
"I know but...." I was cut off.
"BBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!"She whistled again.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Your mother told me to..." I was cut off again by the whistle.
"BBBRRRIIINNGGG!!!"
"Go away! No one is allowed in this room except for me and my brother!"
"I know but..."
"bbbbrrrriiiinnnnggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!"It was the loudest one yet. She just kept on blowing and blowing. Man, that girl had lungs!
I was starting to leave when I heard a boy voice.
"HIKARI! Stop being so rude!Can't you see I'm trying to sleep!"
Oh, no!A boy! He was big and nasty too! With long legs, dark brown eyes and the wildest hair you've ever seen. Well, It seemed to me that whoever that boy was certainly wasn't friendly so as soon as I could I ran out of the room, out the front door, and out of the apartments.
I was back to where I had started from...OR was I? I noticed that once I got outside their apartment complex, that the ones where my family lived were in eyesight.
Hurriedly, I ran over to my apartment building and as soon as I got there I ran up the stairs and rang the door to B45 Our apartment. Finally I was home.
I rang the door bell. June answered it.
"Hey Davis! Boy are you in alot of trouble!Dad was pissed when you didn't show up last night."
She let me in.
"Hey mom!" June yelled toward the living room where my Mom was watching T.V. "Davis is back!"
Mom:"Who?"
June:"Davis, my brother."
Mom:"Davis wasn't here?"
June:"No! Don't you remember? He never came home last night."
Mom:"that's nice dear." She said not paying attention anymore.
"Mom!"
I didn't stick around to hear the rest. I just went to my room to await my terrible fate that was sure to come later on, in the night.
Later on that day in the evening.
My dad came home.June opened the door. I was still in my room waiting for someone to acknowledge me.I was listening by the door.
"Is Davis home?" Was the first thing he asked them.
"Yup!He came home this morning." Was June's reply.
"DAVIS!" My dad was calling me. I pretended not to hear him. If you can't hear them calling, you can't go to them. And if you don't go to them, you won't get hurt.
"DAVIS! GET DOWN HERE!" He sounded very angry. I decided to go downstairs afterall. If I had made him come upstair he would beat the tar out of me for sure.
Once downstairs, he pounced on me the second he laid eyes on me.
"Where the hell were you Davis!"
"I was trying to get home." I answered in a quiet little voice.
"LIAR!" He screamed at me and I flinched."LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! You were NOT trying to get home! If you had been you would have been here last night!"
"I am not a liar!"I screamed back and he slapped me for it. I fell to the ground.
"Don't you EVER yell at me again! Is that understood?!"
"y..y...y...y..es .sss.ss..s.s.sir."
"Get up and talk right when I'm talking to you!"
I got up.
"YES SIR!" I screamed.
He slapped me again. I was on the floor once more. I wanted to cry but for some reason the tears wouldn't come.
He hit me more after that last remark. I don't remember much more on that night except remembering the pain I had received when he hit me in the area where I had been raped the night before.
That was the first time I actually started standing up against my father. I decided then that I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of letting him see me cry. I would toughen up no matter what the consequences were.
Three Years Later...
It was the year 2000, I was nine years old. After the birthday incident, my parents didn't trust me alone anywhere anymore, they wouldn't let my older sister keep her eyes off me for a second when we were out together and naturally being a big kid I wanted to have my freedom so I did the only thing I could do, I would sneak out.
"Hey Davis!" My friends would call up to my window at night."Davis! Come on out!"
I would go down the banister and jump off after going down a ways and land on the soft grass.
"Hey Petey! Hey Georgie! Hey Roni! Hey everyone!" I would say.
"You all ready?"Our leader Peppie wouls say every night as the last member of our elite would join up with us.
"yeah we're all here." It was my job to say.
"Okay then let's go!"
Every night we would have a special project to perform. That night in paticular was a Saturday night which meant people would be wahing up the next morning to go to church.
So that is the place we decided to target, the church.
We went in with screw drivers and hammers, and started our business. We worked throughout all the night and finally, by the time it was sunrise, we had finished our chore, packed up and went to bed in our own sweet little homes.
That next day was one I would never forget. The preachers came in and started crying. All their lower level seats in the altar had been destroyed.
They still wanted to keep up with the sermon though 'cause luckily the stairs leading to the upper level seats had been locked up so the seats were still intact, or so they thought.
That night, Georgie had picked the lock so we were able to go up there to do our business. When we were done, we simply put the lock back in it's rightful place.
They looked up there and all seemed just fine, they didn't know that we had destroyed the upperlevel in a different way. We unscrewed every screw, cut wood supporters so they would only be able to support a certain amount of weight before they collapsed, and set traps on the floors of all sorts of sticky stuff.
The people were piling up there when all of a sudden I noticed a little boy about 4 years old go up there with his 80 year old grandma.
"Serves them right in believeing in a God that isn't true." I told myself. I had lost all faith in god myself. If there really was a god why did he allow me to be raped by that man three years ago. If there really is a god, I decided, then he'll stop the people from getting hurt.
The floors started to creak even more as more people came in.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Sorry I had to stop right here but I wanted to put the next chapter up and I only had about five minutes left on the computer. Expect the next part up really soon!*
Author's note: I made a mistake in the other chapter when I made June only 4 years older than Davis, the truth is that she is five years older.Sorry if there was any mix up.Now on to
the story!
DAVIS THE UNTOLD STORY
After giving me some boy's clothes which were a little too big for me, the mother of the family which was called Kamiya took me to her childrens room to play with some toys.
In the room were bunk beds and a little kitty bed in the corner. On the bottom bunk slept a little girl my age with a pink pajama on and a whistle around her neck.
I looked around the strange room. There were clothes everywhere. The floors had kitty poop on them and what really amazed me were the wind chimes indoors. I saw a chair nearby so using that I tried to climb up to touch the wind chimes. I had heard one of June's friends saying one time, that whoever touched a wind chime could make a wish.
I almost had it when I was startled by a loud shrill noise.
"Brriinngg!!!" The noise made me fall down and hurt myself.
I looked up and saw the little girl had woken up.
"HI!" I said.
"BRRRIIINNNGGG!!!" Went the little girl's whistle.
She took the whistle out of her mouth.
"You're not supposed to be here!" She said. Picking up her cat and giving me a dirty look. I tried to pet the cat but she growled at me.
"I know but...." I was cut off.
"BBBRRRIIINNNGGG!!!"She whistled again.
"What are you doing here?!"
"Your mother told me to..." I was cut off again by the whistle.
"BBBRRRIIINNGGG!!!"
"Go away! No one is allowed in this room except for me and my brother!"
"I know but..."
"bbbbrrrriiiinnnnggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!"It was the loudest one yet. She just kept on blowing and blowing. Man, that girl had lungs!
I was starting to leave when I heard a boy voice.
"HIKARI! Stop being so rude!Can't you see I'm trying to sleep!"
Oh, no!A boy! He was big and nasty too! With long legs, dark brown eyes and the wildest hair you've ever seen. Well, It seemed to me that whoever that boy was certainly wasn't friendly so as soon as I could I ran out of the room, out the front door, and out of the apartments.
I was back to where I had started from...OR was I? I noticed that once I got outside their apartment complex, that the ones where my family lived were in eyesight.
Hurriedly, I ran over to my apartment building and as soon as I got there I ran up the stairs and rang the door to B45 Our apartment. Finally I was home.
I rang the door bell. June answered it.
"Hey Davis! Boy are you in alot of trouble!Dad was pissed when you didn't show up last night."
She let me in.
"Hey mom!" June yelled toward the living room where my Mom was watching T.V. "Davis is back!"
Mom:"Who?"
June:"Davis, my brother."
Mom:"Davis wasn't here?"
June:"No! Don't you remember? He never came home last night."
Mom:"that's nice dear." She said not paying attention anymore.
"Mom!"
I didn't stick around to hear the rest. I just went to my room to await my terrible fate that was sure to come later on, in the night.
Later on that day in the evening.
My dad came home.June opened the door. I was still in my room waiting for someone to acknowledge me.I was listening by the door.
"Is Davis home?" Was the first thing he asked them.
"Yup!He came home this morning." Was June's reply.
"DAVIS!" My dad was calling me. I pretended not to hear him. If you can't hear them calling, you can't go to them. And if you don't go to them, you won't get hurt.
"DAVIS! GET DOWN HERE!" He sounded very angry. I decided to go downstairs afterall. If I had made him come upstair he would beat the tar out of me for sure.
Once downstairs, he pounced on me the second he laid eyes on me.
"Where the hell were you Davis!"
"I was trying to get home." I answered in a quiet little voice.
"LIAR!" He screamed at me and I flinched."LIAR! LIAR! LIAR! You were NOT trying to get home! If you had been you would have been here last night!"
"I am not a liar!"I screamed back and he slapped me for it. I fell to the ground.
"Don't you EVER yell at me again! Is that understood?!"
"y..y...y...y..es .sss.ss..s.s.sir."
"Get up and talk right when I'm talking to you!"
I got up.
"YES SIR!" I screamed.
He slapped me again. I was on the floor once more. I wanted to cry but for some reason the tears wouldn't come.
He hit me more after that last remark. I don't remember much more on that night except remembering the pain I had received when he hit me in the area where I had been raped the night before.
That was the first time I actually started standing up against my father. I decided then that I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction of letting him see me cry. I would toughen up no matter what the consequences were.
Three Years Later...
It was the year 2000, I was nine years old. After the birthday incident, my parents didn't trust me alone anywhere anymore, they wouldn't let my older sister keep her eyes off me for a second when we were out together and naturally being a big kid I wanted to have my freedom so I did the only thing I could do, I would sneak out.
"Hey Davis!" My friends would call up to my window at night."Davis! Come on out!"
I would go down the banister and jump off after going down a ways and land on the soft grass.
"Hey Petey! Hey Georgie! Hey Roni! Hey everyone!" I would say.
"You all ready?"Our leader Peppie wouls say every night as the last member of our elite would join up with us.
"yeah we're all here." It was my job to say.
"Okay then let's go!"
Every night we would have a special project to perform. That night in paticular was a Saturday night which meant people would be wahing up the next morning to go to church.
So that is the place we decided to target, the church.
We went in with screw drivers and hammers, and started our business. We worked throughout all the night and finally, by the time it was sunrise, we had finished our chore, packed up and went to bed in our own sweet little homes.
That next day was one I would never forget. The preachers came in and started crying. All their lower level seats in the altar had been destroyed.
They still wanted to keep up with the sermon though 'cause luckily the stairs leading to the upper level seats had been locked up so the seats were still intact, or so they thought.
That night, Georgie had picked the lock so we were able to go up there to do our business. When we were done, we simply put the lock back in it's rightful place.
They looked up there and all seemed just fine, they didn't know that we had destroyed the upperlevel in a different way. We unscrewed every screw, cut wood supporters so they would only be able to support a certain amount of weight before they collapsed, and set traps on the floors of all sorts of sticky stuff.
The people were piling up there when all of a sudden I noticed a little boy about 4 years old go up there with his 80 year old grandma.
"Serves them right in believeing in a God that isn't true." I told myself. I had lost all faith in god myself. If there really was a god why did he allow me to be raped by that man three years ago. If there really is a god, I decided, then he'll stop the people from getting hurt.
The floors started to creak even more as more people came in.
TO BE CONTINUED...
*Sorry I had to stop right here but I wanted to put the next chapter up and I only had about five minutes left on the computer. Expect the next part up really soon!*