2 comments/ 6089 views/ 6 favorites Scars Ch. 01 By: cross13 All sexual acts are committed only by legal adults over the age of eighteen. In no way do these events relate to real or semi-real happenings. This is all of my own creation. Any and all feed back would be greatly appreciated considering this is my first submission. ***** My name is Dylan Morrison. A lot of kids would call me goth or emo, but I'm not either one of those. I like dark clothing, but I'm not into leather or black eyeliner or anything like that. I cut, but I don't go around showing it off trying to get attention. I am sixteen. My father died when I was ten. He was a Marine sniper. I don't remember much about him because he was gone all the time, but my mom still keeps his uniform and the folded flag they gave us at the funeral. My mom and I live in a small house in an older neighborhood in a little town just outside of Boston. I researched the house and it was built in the early nineteen hundreds, so it is pretty old, but well built. I don't have many friends and I go to a local public high school with only about three hundred other kids. Most of the time I'm down at the lake that is just over five miles from my house. I ride my bike down there and just stare out over the water. I grew up in this area, and coming down to the lake just seemed peaceful. There might not be a lot of kids in my school, but the amount of stupidity and drama that goes on there is like any other large school in the United States. I deal with it every day. Everyone looks at me like I'm a disease, like I'm something to pity, or their own personal fixing job. I hate it. I started cutting when I was twelve because of the amount of pain I saw my mom in. I could never do anything right. I was always doing something wrong in her eyes, even when I was doing everything right. I got into fights constantly and developed a reputation as someone who was distant and not to be messed with. Never once did my mom ask why I had been in the fights or why I did what I did. I did everything I did for her. I never got into fights over petty things, but when someone made a pass at my mom, they regretted it. Cutting was my way of escaping the pain of knowing that all I was, was a reminder to my mother of my father, and as a disappointment to her for all the things I did. I found my dad's service knife when I was twelve. I was at home after school, waiting for my mom to get off work. I missed him and went to my mom's room and to her closet to his gear. He had three knives, a military grade throwing knife, a combat knife, and a Swiss Army knife with multiple different things in it like a corkscrew, a knife, and a saw. I was playing with the combat knife and the throwing knife. The combat knife slipped out of my hand and cut my arm. It was painful, but it with the pain came a clarity that I never had since the day the Marine's came to the door telling my mother that my father was dead. I cleaned up the mess and bandaged my arm. I took the two knives with me and put the Swiss Army knife back and made it look like I had never been in the room. I wore long sleeve shirts for the next two weeks to cover up the bandages. No one ever knew, but I did. I didn't cut myself on purpose until about two months later. A kid in one of my classes kept staring at me. After class, I finally approached him and told him to shove off. The kid made a snide remark about how he could do what he wanted. Then he said something I would never forget. It was the first time someone ever made a cruel remark about the military or my family. He said, "Why should I listen to you? Your daddy ran off and got himself killed. You don't have a father, and mother isn't much better, just a house cleaner. You're poor, and I don't have to listen to you." I laid him out. Two punches and he was down on the ground. I gave him a bloody nose and a split lip. He never made a remark about my family again. Of course I got sent to the principle's office and had gotten written up. I was grounded for a month and my mother never even asked me why I punched the kid. The kid lied and said that I just punched him, so that was what was written on the report and that is what my mom believed. That night I went home and pulled out the combat knife. I pressed it against my right arm, just above where the last cut was made and drew the knife across the skin. Blood welled up immediately and the pain was fleeting, but the physical pain chased away the emotional pain, at least for a while it did. Those were the first times I cut myself, on accident, and then on purpose. I continued to do it up 'til now. I still do it, but I've gotten better at controlling my emotions. I would cut myself when the emotional pain built up to a breaking point. Now I have outlets to help myself, a job at the local market, a small time gym that I go to, and walking my mom home from work. My mom still thinks I'm a bad kid, but I haven't gotten into a fight in six months. I have better things to do than sit at school and let the kids bother me. I get up at five in the morning to walk my mom to her first job, go home, get the car and drive to school, then drive to work afterwards. My mom lets me take the car because I work farther out than she does. Most of her work is centered in the neighborhood. It is a largish neighborhood though. While in general she makes more than I do, I work fewer hours than she does and I still pull in almost as much as she does. We still get monthly checks from the military, a life insurance thing from my dad, but we still have troubles making ends meet during slow months. Christmas' are small, but we enjoy them because we are together. That is my life up until right now. Scars Ch. 02 Okay, well I probably should have put this at the beginning of my other chapter...but I kind of forgot so I'm putting it here. This is my technically my second submission, but it will be part of one big whole. Just like any other writer I love feed back, any and all. Also if anyone wants to help me on some other books...feel free to email me. Oh, and if you are looking for a quick book with sex...this isn't it. I don't even get to that point for many more chapters. I like to build up to it. All sexual acts are committed by legal adults over the age of eighteen. I was out at the lake when it happened. My mom had recently gotten me a prepaid phone with a small monthly plan so we could call in case of emergencies. I paid for the plan now, out of my salary, but it had been a birthday gift with the first two months paid for. I got a call from my mom. "Honey, I need you to get home now. Someone is outside and I don't know who it is. I locked all of the doors, but I don't know what they want, or if that will hold them," she said. "Mom! I'll be right there. Go up to the upstairs room and lock yourself in it. Don't come out until I tell you to." I hung up and jumped on my bike. I never took the car out to the lake 'cause it was so close and I liked the exercise. I pedaled as hard as I could. I did everything I could to get home faster, took short cuts, back roads, everything. I called the police and told them to get to my house. I didn't think it was something that big; hopefully it was just someone snooping around for an unlocked house to steal from. I never expected them to actually want to kill my mom. I got there and I knew before I even got off my bike I was too late. The front door was broken in, splinters from the frame lying on the ground. I run inside and up the stairs. The room door was broken in also and I knew right then this was no regular B&E. Someone wanted to get to my mom. I walked in and fell to my knees. My mom had been tortured and killed, then strung up like a doll. The police pulled up soon after that and came in to find me crying and staring up at my mom. They lead me away, saying they would find who did this. They never did, they still haven't and I've given up. I'm now seventeen, in foster care for another year. I moved to a new town, a new school, a new job. I couldn't stay in the same place. It was another small town, and everyone knew I was in foster care as soon as I showed up to school. I had enough money in savings to buy a car. Originally it was for college, but now the military life insurance was going to me so I was putting that in savings for college instead. It got a 2003 Mustang. It had twenty-five thousand miles on it, which surprised me 'cause it was nearly ten years old, but I wasn't complaining. The cops had checked the two knives I had, my dad's old ones, and I got them back. My foster parents knew I had them, but they were pretty cool. They were into all sorts of things, especially guns. I wasn't much of a gun guy for obvious reasons. I learned to throw my dad's throwing knife. When I went out, I took both of my knives with me. When I was at school, the knives staid in my locked car, in my locked glove box. No one but my foster parents knew I had those knives so I was safe. It was here that I first met Emily. She was amazing, a cheerleader, a dancer...and a prep. I despised preps with every fiber of my being. They hated me for being poor, like that was my fault. If you weren't well off, then you were a nobody to them. Emily wasn't like that. She was different. She was nice to everyone. I never understood why she went out with the football team's "star" quarterback. He was a jerk and she deserved so much better. Emily wasn't the first friend I had at the new school, but she was always there in a way I could never understand. It seemed like she had an agenda and I was on it. I will never understand what she saw in me, because I was not the nicest person to her when she talked to me for the first time. I still wore black a lot, but I started mixing in new stuff. There weren't a lot of stores that sold a ton of black clothes here. I had to start getting into things other than black, like grey and red. I got red as a funny, something only I would get. Scars Ch. 03-05 This is a continuation of my story. Some of my readers left me concerns about how short the chapters were so I decided to add more chapters to each of the submissions. As of yet, there is no sex, I'm sorry, but this is a novel...not a quicky. I'm also looking for someone to help out, feel free to contact me directly through email. I'm missing a major portion of this book and would be glad for the help. All sex...when I actually get to it, is by of age adults, over eighteen. Scars Ch. 03-05 I look at Colin. I point at him and hit my chest, he knows I'm coming for him. He taps his line yelling for a tight control. "Hike!" I sprint for the offensive line. They would be colliding with the defensive line and pushing through should be easy. Except somehow Brady is pushed to the side and hits the ground; the offensive lineman is ready for me, I can't slow down. I just reacted, doing something I've only ever done by myself and not over something quite this tall. I do a par core move and jump/roll over the line. Colin is a little surprised to see me come to my feet in front of him. He still has the ball when I hit him. He goes down like a sack of potatoes. The defense shouts out with joy. It had been a long time since the defense had bested the offense in a scrimmage, let alone on the first play. I kneel down to Colin. "Now do you think you can beat me in a fight? I don't have any beef with you. Just leave me alone, and I will leave you alone. Got it?" Colin nods. I get to my feet and stretch my hand down. He grasps it and I pull him to his feet. "Yo, dude, I'm sorry, I flipped out over nothing. We cool?" he asks. "We're cool. All I ask is that you don't question my past. What is in my past stays there. I don't want to talk about it, other than that, we are cool," I say. "I can respect that. There are things I've done that I'm not proud of. I hate being who I am, it's hard to back away from what everyone thinks I am. I wish I could go back and change things, but what is done is done," he tells me. "I know what you mean. I do really. I might not know what you are referring to, but I know how you feel. There are things I want to change, things that if I could change, would cause me not to be here, but I can't," I whisper. Everyone was starting to crowd around us by now. "Dylan," the coach was saying, "would you consider joining the team? We could definitely use someone like you. Not only on defense, but I think you would make an excellent running back and even a special teams receiver." "Yeah coach. I'd love to join the team. It's not too late to join the roster is it?" "Naw. It's fine. I'll get the details worked out. I will do what it takes to get you on the team, you just worry about keeping up your school grades and your job," Coach tells me. The rest of practice, Coach has me trying out on different teams. He said with a little practice I might be able to even block a field goal attempt. I can jump pretty high; I can clear a crouched teenager so I think he thinks I can jump over and block a kick. I told him I didn't want to do that. I couldn't chance on offensive lineman standing up, making me loose my balance and breaking something. Then Coach asked the million dollar question, "Son, can you throw a football?" "Coach, you already have an amazing quarterback. I don't want to be one. They are the guys with the biggest target on them. Sir, with all due respect to you, I'd rather just stick to being a linebacker and a running back. That way I can avoid encroaching on Colin. We might be cool, but I still don't want to do anything to upset him," I explain to him. "Well, alright, that sounds fine, but I still want you to practice as a quarterback, incase Summers gets an injury. You have potential to be an ace up my sleeve, if you can throw a ball with any kind of accuracy. I want you to think about it and I will talk to Summers." I left practice feeling great. I spent another night in my car, parked in the Walmart parking lot. I didn't get that much sleep, tossing and turning. My car is definitely not built to make sleeping in it easy. My phone went off; the alarm telling me it was time to drive to the school. The locker rooms were empty again and I took a shower. "Hey, Dylan, what are you doing here so early?" I was getting dressed and only had my shirt left to put on. I turn around to see Brady walking towards me. I quickly pull my shirt over my head, intending to cover up my scars. "Um...I needed to get a shower. That's all. I..." I mumble in reply. "Why not take one at your house? Don't you live with the Owens? They are a really nice couple, and I heard that their son came back. He isn't so nice in my opinion. Why would you be here taking a shower?" He shoots off questions like a machine gun. "Umm...yeah about that. I...I don't know." I didn't know what to tell him. I didn't want to tell him I wasn't living there. I didn't want to be ridiculed by my only seemingly real friend. "Dude, what's wrong? I promise it will stay between us. Did something happen?" He seemed genuinely concerned. "Do you really promise not to tell anyone? Only Coach knows so far and I really don't want anyone else to know," I whisper. "I promise. I wouldn't do that to anyone. I haven't mentioned the scars on your arms to anyone. I noticed them yesterday before practice. I didn't say a word about it to anyone," Brady admits to me. I look at him. I didn't think anyone had noticed, mainly because no one had said anything and there weren't any rumors going around about it yet, so I figured no one had noticed. Now I knew better. I guess Brady was trustworthy; I hoped so. "I don't live there anymore. I was at the house when their son got home. He was pissed that I was there and when I told him to wait on the couch he got even madder. I then pushed him back outside and locked the door. When his parents got home, he told them that I hadn't even let him in the house...and they believed him. I fixed most of their major appliances in their house with my own money, never did anything to make them mistrust me, yet when their son gets home, suddenly I'm a liar. I left that night, which was two days ago. I've spent these past few nights in my car. It's why I take a shower here in the morning," I explain. "Wow. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I will talk to my dad. Since my parents divorced and my mother took my brother with her, my dad has been...well missing that second child. Maybe he will let you stay, at least until we graduate." "Thanks Brady. You don't have to do that. I can get by just fine. I still work for Mr. Connors and I get enough money to survive, well I guess you can call it surviving. I'm not dead yet. I live on two meals a day, sleep in my car, and I still don't know how I'm going to keep getting everything done that needs to be done. My social worker doesn't even know I left. I didn't tell her yet." Brady looks at me. "I hate seeing you like this. I might have only met you yesterday, but I consider you one of my friends. I get the feeling that since you were young you've had some extremely bad things happen to you. Maybe I can prevent a little bit of that from continuing. I'll speak with my dad tonight and then call you. You mind giving me your number?" he asks. I give it to him. "Thanks Brady. I've never really had any friends. I don't let anyone close to me because every time I do, they turn around and metaphorically stab me in the back. So, I hope you understand that I will take everything you say with a grain of salt. I've been through the grinder since I was ten. The only person who was ever there for me, even though most of the time I was a disappointment, is now dead. I don't expect anything from anyone, because it just never happens. I do thank you for your help though." I walk away to go to my locker. I had to pick up books for my first and second period classes. The day went by and at lunch Brady and some of the nicer football guys came to sit with me. I had been sitting at a table in the corner of the lunch room, away from everyone, but they came over to sit with me. Even more surprising is that Colin came over and sat with us too. He started talking like nothing had ever happened between us. I guess when he says things are cool, he meant it. I never even questioned it. I figured if he was still pissed it would show eventually. Scars Ch. 03-05 "I want to see you do that, then I want to see you do the two twenty." I didn't think I could do them back to back, but I gave it my best shot. I got through my forty reps at one seventy-five, and started the two twenty ones. I got to five and my arms were on fire. I was happy; I hadn't felt this kind of burn since being at the gym in my old town. I was just able to get out the tenth rep when my muscles started giving out. I set the bar back in its holder and just lay there for a second. "Okay, that's all I want you to do today. Go get a shower and meet me in my office," Coach said. I roll off the bench and climbed to my feet. I hurry up and get my shower and go to see Coach. He is waiting in his office for me, like he said. He looked up at me and told me to pull up a chair. We go over different plays, what they meant to me, what I was supposed to do, how they worked, everything that mattered, for the next thirty minutes. When I looked at the clock, I realized school would be starting soon. "Coach, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow morning, same time. School's starting in ten minutes and I go to go by my locker." I rush off to get to my locker. Brady, Colin, and Emily are standing there waiting for me. I look at them...suddenly suspicious. "Hey...what are you guys doing standing by my locker?" I ask them. I grab the lock and check it to make sure it was still locked. It was. Brady answered for himself. "I'm here because you bailed early this morning without even waking me up. What where you doing at school that early?" "Oh, I was meeting with Coach. I can't make all the football practices so he asked me to show up early. I worked out and went over different plays with him. He was explaining what each play means and how it would affect me depending on which position I was playing," I explain. "Cool, you coulda woke me up. I woulda gone with you," he said to me. "I meet with him every morning so if you want to come with, then you set an alarm and get your fat butt out of bed." I chuckle. Colin looked at me. "Hey, I wanted to tell you, Coach asked me to help train you as a second string quarterback and an ace in the hole. You have some good moves and as long as you can throw the ball and make split second decisions, I think you will be pretty decent at it." "Thanks Colin that would be great. When do you want to do it? I work this afternoon, but I'll be at practice tomorrow. Mr. Connors gave me the day off tomorrow since all they will be doing is putting the shrubs into the places we make today." "Coach wants you to do it at practice, that way you can see what it's like under the pressure of people trying to tackle you. I think you will do great. We will test you out tomorrow and then we can jump into the scrimmage. That sound good?" he asked. "Sounds fine to me. Thanks for helping out Colin." "Anytime bro, anytime." He waves it off as if it was nothing. He didn't know how much it meant to me that someone was helping me. Not very many people helped me out, at least not many that actually wanted to help me. Colin and Brady walked away to their respective first periods. Colin looked at Emily questioningly. "I have the same first period as Dylan, I'm going to walk with him," she told him. I look at her, surprised. I thought, even after apologizing, that she was still mad at me. The fact she was willingly walking with me was surprising. I might be getting a little popular, just from being friends with the football guys and from getting on the team, but walking with a cheerleader who was so far out of my league it wasn't even funny was very unnerving. 'There must be something behind this,' I thought. "Earth to Dylan, where did you go? I asked you a question." Emily was definitely perturbed that I hadn't been paying attention to her. I thought it might be good that someone doesn't follow her every whim, being popular can go to your head when you expect everyone to just listen to you and do what you say. "Sorry, I was thinking. What did you ask?" "I asked how you were doing. There is obviously something more important than a beautiful cheerleader standing next to you going on up there. I would hope it has relevance to something that actually matters," she laughed off. I guess she was making a joke, though she obvious wasn't shy about knowing how she affected most guys. I wasn't immune to her looks, but I wasn't interested. She had a boyfriend and I didn't want to piss him off. He didn't scare me, but I don't want anymore trouble than I normally got. I wasn't going to purposefully add to it. "I'm fine. Your dad is a pretty cool guy to work for," I say as we arrive at class. I walk to my seat on the other side of the classroom. I hoped the day would pass quickly. It didn't. It felt as if every subject I didn't like, which was most of them, took extraordinarily long and the one part of the day I liked, lunch, passed by too quickly. I was annoyed by the time school got out and I headed out to my car to drive to work. Emily caught up to me before I got there. "Hey, do you mind giving me a lift. I'm going to see my dad, too, and Colin gave me a ride this morning. I'd ask him to give me a ride, but he's at practice and you are going that way anyway," she spewed. "Slow down. You are talking ninety miles an hour as if expecting me to cut you off. Sure, I'll give you a ride, as long as Colin won't mind. Will he?" "No, he won't care. He's cool with you now. I think he realized that day at practice that you really could have hurt him if you guys got in a fight. I don't want you to fight though," she says, still talking way too fast. "You don't have to worry about it. I won't do anything unless he does and he won't do anything unless I do. It's a classic stalemate. Happens often with guys; we have a truce based on mutual trust that we won't stab the other in the back," I explain. Yeah, guys are weird and we just have that kind of connection. I open the passenger door for her to get in, then hop into the driver's seat. I make the ride over to work in silence for the most part. I was hoping to keep it that way, but alas, Emily was not going to have it. "Can you pull over real quick?" "Why? We're almost there," I say. "Just do it. We need to talk," she snaps. I pull over to the curb three blocks from the house we were going to. "What is it? What is so important that you couldn't wait until we got there?" I ask, indignant. "What is your problem? Did I do something wrong? Have I said something to upset you? You avoid me on a daily basis and I had to seek you out this morning and even when I tried to talk to you, you zoned out. What gives?" She was definitely mad. No mistaking the tone of her voice. "Well...I don't know. I don't really talk to many people in the first place. I never really had real friends. Brady is the only friend I've ever had. I never got along with all the other kids. The fact that I was ridiculed for not having a dad around all the time was bad, then when he died it got worse. It didn't matter to them that he was a soldier fighting for them. It didn't matter to me much, all I knew was my dad wasn't home most of the time. "He was deployed for six to eight months a year, then after nine-eleven, he was deployed for a whole year. We didn't hear from him at all. The only way my mother knew he wasn't dead was we were still getting paychecks in our bank account. When he came home we found out that he went on a classified mission, several missions actually, with the SEALS and that he wasn't allowed to contact us in any way because it could have compromised the mission. After he died, it just got worse and I started to hate him myself, for leaving my mom and I. "I have reasons for being antisocial; maybe not the best, but other people and I usually tend to not get along. I have more reasons, but I don't want to talk about them to you...or anyone for that matter. The only people who know about it are in my old town. I want it to stay that way," I say looking at her. I was being dead serious. She looked at me and nodded. "To be honest, I didn't come with you to see my father, I wanted to talk to you," she told me. "I know. It was obvious. You need to learn how to hide your intentions better," I tell her. I put the car in drive and finish driving the rest of the way to work. Mr. Connors looked a little surprised to see Emily with me. As she got out of the car I told him she wanted to see him and asked me for a ride. With that I walk out back to the crew. I might have thrown Emily to the wolves with that, but she had played me...even though I told her that I knew I hadn't been sure, so I had let her come. I had hoped she really did want a ride. The crew knew what needed to be done and I got to work immediately. The work was simple and I just let it take my mind away from everything. I got caught up in the work and didn't even notice Emily watching me. She must have been there for quite a while. I glance up and see her staring at me. "Can I help you with something, or do you just like what you see," I joke. Emily blushed, which stunned me, and looked away. "I just came out to tell you that it's time to go. Daddy says the work is done and he will see you next week. You...I'll see you at school tomorrow." She darts off. I didn't know what just happened. I made a joke and she went from confident to unsure of herself in the matter of a few seconds. "Okay..." I say to no one in particular. Scars Ch. 06-08 Okay guys, I got a lot of great feed back on the last set of combined chapters. This is going to be the last insert until I can get a few more chapters written in between. I have where I want it to go, but I skipped a whole year of everyone's lives...so I kind of need to fill it in. So if you're looking to get this continued, I'd beg for your help. Now, I know there hasn't been any sex, and I spelled parkour wrong the first time...and didn't explain where Dylan learned parkour and MMA, but I still want to finish this. I might go back and write a prologue of everything that happened in detail to Dylan after his dad dies once this whole story is complete...and it is far from done. Even with the large amount of writing I have done and waiting, I'm still no where near complete. So as you know, no sex happens right now, until everyone is above the legal age of 18. Scars Ch. 06-08 BEEP BEEP BEEP! I wake up to my alarm yelling at me. I roll out of bed and start looking for something decent to wear tonight. I had three hours and twenty minutes until I was going to leave. It took about fifteen minutes to get to Steph's place but I was going to give myself an extra five minutes just in case. I looked through my closet and pulled out a dark grey t-shirt, a button down shirt to put over it, and a pair of dark blue almost black jeans. I set them out on my bed and go down stairs. I make a sandwich real quick to tide me over until dinner. Brady was already gone, most likely to spend time alone with Daphne. I just sat down on my bed to think about what I was even doing when my phone rang. "Hello?" "Dylan, hey, I was wondering, do you want to hang out, just you and me, before we go out tonight? Bryan already came by and picked up my sister and their gone. My parents are out for the weekend and I'm lonely here by myself," Stephanie says. "Umm...sure I guess. You want me to come over now?" I ask. "Would you?" "Yeah sure, just let me get dressed real quick and I'll be over there," I reply. I hang up and dress quickly. I throw on my normal black beanie. I head out of the house and dig my keys out of my pocket. I pull up to Stephanie's house and get out. A window upstairs draws my attention. The curtain sways back and forth as if someone just left it. I reach over to my glove box and unlock it. My two knives are sitting there. I pull them both out along with their sheaths. I tuck my combat knife under my seat because it was just too big to hide on me. My throwing knife I slide into the small of my back, tucking it in to my pants so it wasn't seen. I walk up to the door and just as I was about to knock it is thrown open and Stephanie is standing there. "Hi. I've been waiting on you. I'm extremely bored. Come on in. We can find something to do together," she gushes as I'm yanked inside. "Alright, what do you plan on doing?" I chuckle. "Is that a joke mister? You better not be making innuendos at me...I just might take you up on them," she laughs. My eyebrows rise. I did not know where this was going...but it seemed to be leaning towards the sexual end of things. "Well, Steph, we don't know each other that well, why don't we start with that? We can take turns, like twenty questions," I say, trying to keep things from boiling over. "Sure, why not? How about I start? Where are you from?" I pause a second. 'It wouldn't hurt to say where you're from. There could be a lot of people from Calenburn.' "I'm from Calenburn, the same high school that we lose to every year now. Hopefully I can do something to change that. I didn't play football there so it's not that big of a deal to me." "Oh, cool. Your turn," she tells me. I think what do I want to know about this girl? 'Not much, you're interested in Emily, not her.' My conscious is always helpful. "Is this where you've lived your whole life?" I ask her. "Yeah, my sister and I were born and raised here. We have a lot of family in nearby towns, like Calenburn. My mom's half sister, Diane Morrison, lived there; she was married to a Marine or something like that. She died tragically about a year ago...her son...you...her...no..." she trails off. I turn away. "I didn't know I had family. My agent never said anything." I look at her, "You can't tell anyone at school. You can tell Daphne and your parents, but please don't tell anyone at school. I'm only finally being accepted for the first time in my life. If they were to find out, I would move." Stephanie just stares at me. "You're my cousin," was all she could say. "Yeah, I guess I would be," I reply. "Look, Brady knows about what happened, but since I didn't know about y'all, he doesn't know we're related. I'll tell him at dinner tonight. Look, this changes everything...we can't really go out now. I mean, tonight, yes, but officially no. It wouldn't work. Do you understand?" "Of course, it would be kind of gross to be dating my cousin, even if you were only my half cousin," she says. I wasn't sure what to do. "Look, I'm going to go for a drive. I need some quiet, you're welcome to come along, but I'm not going to talk. I have a lot to think about." "I understand I'll just stay here. Make sure you're back here on time though," she says, trying to sound stern but can't keep a smile off her face. I chuckle at that. We had a great time that night and didn't get home until around ten. It was an amazing night. The week passed in a blur of work, practice, and homework. Our first football game was coming up and Coach had us practicing until we dropped. I was always pumped, I felt at home with exercise. Scars Ch. 06-08 When the police arrived, maybe five minutes later, they were surprised. Two dead bodies and someone in critical condition was what they found. Carl did die, and so did the guy in a black ski mask. Blue ski mask was whisked away in an ambulance to the nearest hospital. I wasn't sure if he would make it or not, but I didn't care. The cops took all of our statements and I was labeled a hero. My knives where taken, but I got them back two days later. Emily showed up at the police station where we gave our statements. She was terrified and crying. She ran straight to her dad crying about how worried she was. Afterwards she came to me very mad, yelling that I endangered her father while trying to be a hero. I wasn't even able to explain myself. Finally after sitting back and laughing for awhile, her dad came to my rescue and stood up for me, saying what I did was very brave and if I hadn't done something, they might have all died. When he told her, she blushed and apologized profusely to me. "Emily, it's okay. I'm not offended...other than the fact you wouldn't let me talk." I laugh at that, "Other than that, its okay. I did what I thought was best...and if someone else had died, I would have felt terrible," I say. I was glad when the cops finally released us. I slept late the next day, until about ten the next morning. When I finally woke up, Brady and Mr. Thompson were already gone. I looked at the fridge and found a note. Brady went out with Daphne and Mr. Thompson went to see Mr. Connors. I had the house to myself. The next thing I know there's a knock at the door. I open it to find Colin. "Hey...anyone else home?" he asks. "No. What are you here for?" "I heard what you did yesterday. I don't know much about you, but you seem to attract attention; everywhere you go. It's very hard to compete against you. You know all I heard about last night from Emily? You...it was all about you. I told you I would leave you alone if you would leave me alone. I guess it's hard for you to do that when you work for my girlfriend's dad." "I'm not getting where this is going. What are you talking about?" "I'm saying that I really can't ignore the fact that you're in her life, but I am with her." "I don't see where you're going with this. I'm not hitting on her or trying to steal her from you Colin. Does it look that way to you? I'm not. Why would I? I don't do that to people. Plus, she doesn't even see me that way. You don't have to worry about it. I—" I stop as another car pulls into the driveway. "What were you saying? That's her right there, did you invite her over?" he asks. "No I didn't. I have no idea why she's here. She's never come to see me before. This is weird," I say. I let Emily inside. She looked back and forth between Colin and I. "Colin...what are you doing here?" "I..." he stammered. "He came by to thank me for saving your dad. He knows that it would have been terrible for you to lose him," I reel off quickly. "Oh...okay. We talked for a while and when Colin looked at his watch, he said sorry and excused himself to go to work. Emily stood there a little lost on what to say. "So...I wanted to thank you for saving my dad. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did last night, I was just so scared. He really appreciates what you did," she quickly walks up and stands on her tip toes and pecks me on the cheek. She blushes and runs out the door. I stood there not quite sure what just happened. I turned around and walked back up to my room. I sat there stunned still and fell asleep. Later around three in the afternoon I got a call from Stephanie. "Hello?" I say. "Hey, Dylan! Well, my family just, you know, wanted to meet you. They think it would be great to meet their nephew." I was a little surprised. I had totally forgotten about that with all that had happened yesterday. "Oh, okay. Yeah, sure. When, where and what time? I'd love to meet...my...family." I say, unsure of the words. "Would you want to come over tonight? We're making steak, potatoes, and stewed cabbage. I hope that's all right with you," she said. "Okay, sounds delicious. What time would you like me to be there?" "Dinner is at five, so how about four thirty?" she questioned. "I'll be there at four thirty on the dot." "Yay! Okay see you then," she says hanging up. Scars Ch. 09-13 This is a continuation of my novel. I'm sorry it took so long to get it on here. It's going to take even longer to get the next piece on. I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical, spelling or punctuation issues as I still have yet to be able to get an editor to contact me. As with before, all sexual actions take place by eighteen year old adults. For those who have been looking for sex, it finally comes into play in this addition. There are some problems with time in this one, so I know there will be complaints on that. But, I still want to hear your thoughts, no matter how bad you think it is. Comments are a writer's best friend. Thanks in advance. Scars Ch. 09-13 "You drive safe. I don't want to have to come back up here today for someone else." "Ha ha ha...yes sir. I will." I walk back over to Emily. "Hey, let's go. We need to get you home and I got to get to work soon. It's already six in the morning." Scars Ch. 09-13 "I didn't feel you cum that time," she says. "I didn't," I reply. She rolls over on her back and pulls me on top, "Then don't stop until you do." She just gave me full reign to fuck her brains out until I came, and of course I took it. I lined up with her pussy and in one thrust, buried myself to the hilt. I held myself there for a little while, just enjoying the sensation of her pussy. "Fuck me. Fuck me until you cum. Do it Dylan, as hard as you can. I want to feel the full strength of your cock inside me," Emily eggs me on. With that, I start thrusting with all my might. In, out, in, out, in, out. It felt amazing and a few minutes later I could feel my balls tightening, getting ready, but I still needed a little push to get over the edge. "Are you almost there Emily?" I ask her. "Almost...a-a-almost...so close." She reaches between us and starts fingering her clit. Thirty seconds later she cries out and her pussy contracts. My eyes roll back in my head and I let loose in my own orgasm. That time I know the condom ripped because I cum and cum and cum and soon I see it pouring out of her and I'm still cumming. I don't know how, but I swear it had to be a good ounce of cum. The condom never stood a chance. "Umm...is now a better time to panic? I mean, that's more cum than last time!" I panic. "Maybe, just calm down. I'm going to go take a shower and try and get rid of it. I'll be fine." She walks way to the bathroom and I hear the water start running. I looked over at the clock on her nightstand; it was now 3:34. Her dad wasn't supposed to be home until nine tonight which means there was about five and a half hours still left between now and then. I look around the room and find my clothes next to her bed. I start getting dressed and I thought...'How did she miss my scars?' I slip my long sleeve shirt on over my head. As it comes down over my head, she walks back in the room. "Why are you getting dressed?" she asks. "I'm hungry and I figured we could go get a bite to eat," I say to cover up my nervousness. "Oh, well ok, where are we going?" "I was thinking Tony's Spaghetti and Pizza over at the strip," I reply. "Sounds delicious, I didn't know how hungry sex would make someone, I'm starving," she states.