Keya stared blankly at Gary and Mia. They looked just like Ash and Misty
had. It was if they had something while with them, then it disappeared when
she over took them. She couldn't count how many people she'd tried to get
to look at her that way. Chad, Jake, Nick . . . there were more. Many more.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it but something was there all right.
Mind it wasn't in every guy she'd met so she assumed only certain guys had
that something special, that something she yearned. Too bad they were all
taken and she'd had to wrench the guy from his girlfriend's grasp.
She looked with a bored expression on her face as Ash came out of the tent. He seemed triumphant, yet sad. An interesting look, the same glimmer in his eyes returning, even if it was just a bit. She felt stung. He'd never looked like that when they were doing the one thing that could bind people in the strongest way. Or was there something stronger? She dismissed the thought, not thinking of anything possibly being stronger.
Brock went over and placed a hand on Ash's shoulder. When Ash turned he saw Brock's face filled with confusion yet serious. "I don't know what you can and can't do nowadays, Ash. You're a good friend I don't want to lose but you better be careful where you tread and watch what you're doing to Misty, got it?" he asked gravely. Ash nodded solemnly, "I'm not a kid anymore Brock, I know what I'm doing," he replied and walked away. Brock sighed and shook his head, "Why do I hate it when they say they aren't kids anymore?" he muttered, thinking back to the last fight he'd had with his sister, Jemma.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"You're not going out with him!" he yelled angrily. Jemma pulled away from his grasp, "I'm 16, old enough to make my decisions, Brock!" she yelled back. "You're still too young, Jem! You couldn't possibly . . . " he began but she cut her off, "I'm not a kid anymore! I'm old enough to know what I want now and this is it, got it? I can't stay your little sister forever!" she screamed, choking back sobs. She began to run, stopping at the door and turning around to give him a look. A look so filled with venom and defiance it could kill. He felt a sharp pain sting him, calling out one last time, "Jemma!" he cried, running towards the door. But it was too late. His sister had gone.
Three hours later, he couldn't take it. He chased after her. Knowing his sister, the first thing he did was ring up her friends to see if they knew which club they were headed to. Carina, her best friend when she still attended high school, told him 'Star'; one of the wilder night clubs. He frowned and thanked her before heading off.
Once there, he attempted to search out his sister but the bar tender told him they'd left a while ago. 'They' meant Jack, her boyfriend. He thanked him and walked out of 'Star' slowly, head down and hands in pockets. It was a cold night and his sister hadn't taken a jacket. He was worried and even frightened of what that bastard might do to his sister. He was 18 and used to be the biggest player at school back years ago. If only . . .
He heard sobbing. Cautiously, he followed the noise, pokeball in hand as a just in case. Following it meant going across the road and down an alleyway. From there he walked through the alleyway and across another street, into a forest-like park. He made his way through the trees carefully. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.
Jemma lay, sprawled on the dirt floor, ropes once tied around her wrists and ankles now cut and lay on the floor by her side. She was barely dressed, having only managed to get her underwear back on before breaking into another heap of sobs. There she lay in the small clearing, hugging her clothes tightly for warmth, her heels caught on branches of near by trees.
"Jemma!" Brock said, rather loud, distress obvious in his voice. Jemma turned to the voice, fear filled in her eyes. It was only a few hours ago that she had looked ready to attend a party. Now that the party was over, her blond hair fell limp and her normally bright eyes, dull. Brock walked over to her and hugged her gently as if she were made of porcelain. She hugged him back, crying and sobbing, choking on her tears as she tried to tell him what happened. He made her let go and looked at her sternly. "Get dressed, what you have to say to me can be said later. We're going to get you home first," he said. To Jemma, the word 'home' sounded so warm and inviting that she broke into tears again.
Back at home, she was still shaking from the ordeal but she'd taken a bath and now sat, blankets wrapped around her as she sipped hot chocolate in front of a blazing fire. Brock took a seat across from her, "Now tell me what happened," he said. She hesitated but one look at Brock and she gave way.
"When I left, I went over to Jake's," she began in a voice barely louder than a whisper, "he told me not to cry, that he'd always be there for me. We shared a kiss," she said, her voice beginning to tremble. "He tried to get me to keep going but I wouldn't. I told him we'd arranged to meet up with some friends at 'Star'. He looked a bit annoyed but came round and we went together. When we got there, we hit the dance floor and he tried again, but I backed off. He just left.
When he came back, he told me he had a surprise for me and we left together. When he turned into an alley, I began to freak out, especially when he stopped. He . . . he pushed my against the wall and pined me there, trying to get me to kiss him but, I wouldn't. Then he got really pissed off and yelled at me, asking if I was frigid or something. So I got pissed off and told him that I just wasn't ready. Then . . . then he . . . he said 'Yeah? Well guess what, you better be ready'. I . . . I turned and tried to walk away but . . . he grabbed me and . . . and . . ." Jemma's trembling voice became a sob.
"I . . . tried to . . . scream, but he . . . he put his hand over my mouth and . . . and dragged me away. I got so . . . so scared. He . . . he bound my wrist . . . and ankles . . . so I couldn't move. Then he . . . he . . ." she began to cry. "He stripped . . . me down and . . . and pulled down . . . his pants . . . He . . . he told me . . . that . . . if I . . . wanted to open . . . my mouth then . . . he'd shove himself . . . down my . . . throat . . . I . . . I shut up and . . . and he . . . He raped me!" she finally wailed before breaking into another much needed cry.
Brock's hands had become fists. When Jemma saw her eyes widened with horror. "Brock! Don't! He'll . . . he'll pound you!" she shrieked. Brock's eyes narrowed dangerously but he kept silent. Masking him features with a weak smile, he ushered his sister off to bed. Then, he made some phone calls to find out where Jack hung out.
When Jemma eventually got up the next day, she barely took notice of Brock's hurried note to tell her he'd gone out for a walk, let alone thought that it might have meant something more serious. She ambled around attempting to make herself breakfast and get herself together before the little ones got up and asked questions.
The wind blew, whipping Brock's brown hair, snatching at his jacket. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with a sports jacket and sneakers. Inside his jacket were his pokeballs and he stood alone under a tree in the park.
A male his height, striking blond hair with brown highlights and a snide smirk plastered across his face, ash blue eyes laughing, he nodded slightly, as if Brock were worthy of no more. "So you heard about me and your sister? Cute little thing, just calling for a guy to screw her. Bit feisty though, she needed to be taught a few lessons," he said, still smirking. "So you decided to rape her," Brock finished coldly. Jack's smirk grew ever so slightly, "Yeah. She wasn't too bad either. If she wasn't so frigid we might've had a good time," he added, enjoying watching Brock reach boiling point. "Let's just get this over with," he snarled. Jack smirk might have slipped, but if it did, it was back before you could figure it out, "Sure," he replied casually. If this was the same Brock he'd beaten back in school, it was going to be easy.
~*~ End flashback ~*~
His blood boiled at the memory. But he'd shown Jack. Being on the road with Ash had taught him a bit more than he realised. "Brock?" Mia asked again, eyebrow raised. "Huh? Yeah?" he replied casually. She rolled her eyes. "You've been standing there daydreaming for ages. I asked you to move in case Misty wants to come out!" she said, exasperation in her voice. Gary took a closer look at Mia's eyes. They glimmered with worry but so faint that someone who didn't know her as well as Gary did would have to look for a long time before spotting it. She'd become very good at covering her feelings, almost too good. When Brock finally moved off, he sauntered towards Ash. Mia did the same, Gary following but not like he had much choice, Mia didn't realise she still gripped his hand with worry.
((First of all, I would like to say that the youngest father in the entire world is 14!! Lolz, sorry, just saw it on the news and yeah . . . Technically, I'm not sure if he's the youngest. But he had a child at 14 (screwed a 15yr old at the age of 13. Very smart -.-) and he's now 21, still with that girl and has 3 children, hoping to have one more ^ ^
Secondly, uh . . . um . . . Oh yeah . . . nope . . . uh . . . I forgot ^ ^;;
No wait! I was going to say this: There is no way I'm going to let Misty and Ash get back together again without a fight, I mean, come on! If I did that, I wouldn't have a story, would I? :P
Oh yeah. Sorry about the rape thing, but it just so happens that Jack is related to one of them (decide who later) and the whole rape thing was necessary . . . until further notice. So keep reading to find out who's related to Jack!
How about we play a guessing game (this way I get the idea who people prefer Jack to be related to)
The future (part of it) of this story rest in your hands. So review and voice your opinion! ^ ^))
She looked with a bored expression on her face as Ash came out of the tent. He seemed triumphant, yet sad. An interesting look, the same glimmer in his eyes returning, even if it was just a bit. She felt stung. He'd never looked like that when they were doing the one thing that could bind people in the strongest way. Or was there something stronger? She dismissed the thought, not thinking of anything possibly being stronger.
Brock went over and placed a hand on Ash's shoulder. When Ash turned he saw Brock's face filled with confusion yet serious. "I don't know what you can and can't do nowadays, Ash. You're a good friend I don't want to lose but you better be careful where you tread and watch what you're doing to Misty, got it?" he asked gravely. Ash nodded solemnly, "I'm not a kid anymore Brock, I know what I'm doing," he replied and walked away. Brock sighed and shook his head, "Why do I hate it when they say they aren't kids anymore?" he muttered, thinking back to the last fight he'd had with his sister, Jemma.
~*~ Flashback ~*~
"You're not going out with him!" he yelled angrily. Jemma pulled away from his grasp, "I'm 16, old enough to make my decisions, Brock!" she yelled back. "You're still too young, Jem! You couldn't possibly . . . " he began but she cut her off, "I'm not a kid anymore! I'm old enough to know what I want now and this is it, got it? I can't stay your little sister forever!" she screamed, choking back sobs. She began to run, stopping at the door and turning around to give him a look. A look so filled with venom and defiance it could kill. He felt a sharp pain sting him, calling out one last time, "Jemma!" he cried, running towards the door. But it was too late. His sister had gone.
Three hours later, he couldn't take it. He chased after her. Knowing his sister, the first thing he did was ring up her friends to see if they knew which club they were headed to. Carina, her best friend when she still attended high school, told him 'Star'; one of the wilder night clubs. He frowned and thanked her before heading off.
Once there, he attempted to search out his sister but the bar tender told him they'd left a while ago. 'They' meant Jack, her boyfriend. He thanked him and walked out of 'Star' slowly, head down and hands in pockets. It was a cold night and his sister hadn't taken a jacket. He was worried and even frightened of what that bastard might do to his sister. He was 18 and used to be the biggest player at school back years ago. If only . . .
He heard sobbing. Cautiously, he followed the noise, pokeball in hand as a just in case. Following it meant going across the road and down an alleyway. From there he walked through the alleyway and across another street, into a forest-like park. He made his way through the trees carefully. But nothing could have prepared him for the sight before him.
Jemma lay, sprawled on the dirt floor, ropes once tied around her wrists and ankles now cut and lay on the floor by her side. She was barely dressed, having only managed to get her underwear back on before breaking into another heap of sobs. There she lay in the small clearing, hugging her clothes tightly for warmth, her heels caught on branches of near by trees.
"Jemma!" Brock said, rather loud, distress obvious in his voice. Jemma turned to the voice, fear filled in her eyes. It was only a few hours ago that she had looked ready to attend a party. Now that the party was over, her blond hair fell limp and her normally bright eyes, dull. Brock walked over to her and hugged her gently as if she were made of porcelain. She hugged him back, crying and sobbing, choking on her tears as she tried to tell him what happened. He made her let go and looked at her sternly. "Get dressed, what you have to say to me can be said later. We're going to get you home first," he said. To Jemma, the word 'home' sounded so warm and inviting that she broke into tears again.
Back at home, she was still shaking from the ordeal but she'd taken a bath and now sat, blankets wrapped around her as she sipped hot chocolate in front of a blazing fire. Brock took a seat across from her, "Now tell me what happened," he said. She hesitated but one look at Brock and she gave way.
"When I left, I went over to Jake's," she began in a voice barely louder than a whisper, "he told me not to cry, that he'd always be there for me. We shared a kiss," she said, her voice beginning to tremble. "He tried to get me to keep going but I wouldn't. I told him we'd arranged to meet up with some friends at 'Star'. He looked a bit annoyed but came round and we went together. When we got there, we hit the dance floor and he tried again, but I backed off. He just left.
When he came back, he told me he had a surprise for me and we left together. When he turned into an alley, I began to freak out, especially when he stopped. He . . . he pushed my against the wall and pined me there, trying to get me to kiss him but, I wouldn't. Then he got really pissed off and yelled at me, asking if I was frigid or something. So I got pissed off and told him that I just wasn't ready. Then . . . then he . . . he said 'Yeah? Well guess what, you better be ready'. I . . . I turned and tried to walk away but . . . he grabbed me and . . . and . . ." Jemma's trembling voice became a sob.
"I . . . tried to . . . scream, but he . . . he put his hand over my mouth and . . . and dragged me away. I got so . . . so scared. He . . . he bound my wrist . . . and ankles . . . so I couldn't move. Then he . . . he . . ." she began to cry. "He stripped . . . me down and . . . and pulled down . . . his pants . . . He . . . he told me . . . that . . . if I . . . wanted to open . . . my mouth then . . . he'd shove himself . . . down my . . . throat . . . I . . . I shut up and . . . and he . . . He raped me!" she finally wailed before breaking into another much needed cry.
Brock's hands had become fists. When Jemma saw her eyes widened with horror. "Brock! Don't! He'll . . . he'll pound you!" she shrieked. Brock's eyes narrowed dangerously but he kept silent. Masking him features with a weak smile, he ushered his sister off to bed. Then, he made some phone calls to find out where Jack hung out.
When Jemma eventually got up the next day, she barely took notice of Brock's hurried note to tell her he'd gone out for a walk, let alone thought that it might have meant something more serious. She ambled around attempting to make herself breakfast and get herself together before the little ones got up and asked questions.
The wind blew, whipping Brock's brown hair, snatching at his jacket. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with a sports jacket and sneakers. Inside his jacket were his pokeballs and he stood alone under a tree in the park.
A male his height, striking blond hair with brown highlights and a snide smirk plastered across his face, ash blue eyes laughing, he nodded slightly, as if Brock were worthy of no more. "So you heard about me and your sister? Cute little thing, just calling for a guy to screw her. Bit feisty though, she needed to be taught a few lessons," he said, still smirking. "So you decided to rape her," Brock finished coldly. Jack's smirk grew ever so slightly, "Yeah. She wasn't too bad either. If she wasn't so frigid we might've had a good time," he added, enjoying watching Brock reach boiling point. "Let's just get this over with," he snarled. Jack smirk might have slipped, but if it did, it was back before you could figure it out, "Sure," he replied casually. If this was the same Brock he'd beaten back in school, it was going to be easy.
~*~ End flashback ~*~
His blood boiled at the memory. But he'd shown Jack. Being on the road with Ash had taught him a bit more than he realised. "Brock?" Mia asked again, eyebrow raised. "Huh? Yeah?" he replied casually. She rolled her eyes. "You've been standing there daydreaming for ages. I asked you to move in case Misty wants to come out!" she said, exasperation in her voice. Gary took a closer look at Mia's eyes. They glimmered with worry but so faint that someone who didn't know her as well as Gary did would have to look for a long time before spotting it. She'd become very good at covering her feelings, almost too good. When Brock finally moved off, he sauntered towards Ash. Mia did the same, Gary following but not like he had much choice, Mia didn't realise she still gripped his hand with worry.
((First of all, I would like to say that the youngest father in the entire world is 14!! Lolz, sorry, just saw it on the news and yeah . . . Technically, I'm not sure if he's the youngest. But he had a child at 14 (screwed a 15yr old at the age of 13. Very smart -.-) and he's now 21, still with that girl and has 3 children, hoping to have one more ^ ^
Secondly, uh . . . um . . . Oh yeah . . . nope . . . uh . . . I forgot ^ ^;;
No wait! I was going to say this: There is no way I'm going to let Misty and Ash get back together again without a fight, I mean, come on! If I did that, I wouldn't have a story, would I? :P
Oh yeah. Sorry about the rape thing, but it just so happens that Jack is related to one of them (decide who later) and the whole rape thing was necessary . . . until further notice. So keep reading to find out who's related to Jack!
How about we play a guessing game (this way I get the idea who people prefer Jack to be related to)
The future (part of it) of this story rest in your hands. So review and voice your opinion! ^ ^))