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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Real_Person_Fiction
  Character:
      Finn_Wolfhard, Ski_Masked_Man, Nick_Wolfhard
  Stats:
      Published: 2018-01-26 Updated: 2018-03-22 Chapters: 15/? Words: 23630
****** Froggy ******
by TwistedSkata
Summary
     Finn Wolfhard gets attacked by a pedophile. Finn’s older brother
     Nick, makes a deal with the devil to get revenge.
Notes
     The Ski Masked Man was a real video on Twitter. You can look it up. A
     guy wearing a ski mask and holding a knife really Did upload a video
     about how he was going to rape and murder Finn last year. This is a
     fanfic about that video and what would have happened if The Ski
     Masked Man was real and not just an internet troll.
***** The Video *****
"What about that video?"
"It's nothing! Don't worry about it!"
"Don't worry about it?! He THREATENED him!"
"The police will handle it! I don't want you to get worked up over this!"
"So you just want to pretend like nothing happened?! You SAW that video! You
heard what that man said he was going to do to our son!"
The latter part of the conversation, gained Finn Wolfhard’s attention.
He was sitting on his bed with the door cracked. He hadn't intended on dropping
in on his parents conversation, but he had just died for the eight time on his
video game and was silently staring at the "Game Over" screen in defeat. He was
trying to muster up enough courage to retry the level, when he heard the hushed
talking.
Son?
Where they talking about him or his older brother, Nick?
Furthermore, what video were they referencing?
Finn sat his PlayStation 4 controller aside on his pillow and stood up. He 
walked toward his room door, but as soon as he opened it a little wider, the
hinges squeaked.
His parents conversation down the hall in their bedroom instantly stopped.
Their door was open, and the light was on.
Finn was staring at the open doorway, when his mom suddenly came into view and
made eye contact with him.
She paused, and then forced a small smile. "I didn't realize you were still up.
Are you alright?" She asked.
Before he could even answer, his mom let out a nervous laugh and began to shut
the door. "It's late, sweetie. You shouldn't be up. You have an early call time
for that Stranger Things promo tomorrow, right? Go to sleep. I love you.
Goodnight." She locked the door after it closed.
Finn found it very odd. He was about to just close his own door when he heard
the hallway bathroom toilet flush. He turned toward the door in time to see his
older brother, Nick, coming out with a yawn.
"What's going on?" Finn asked him.
Nick jumped, startled at Finn's presence in the hallway.
"Holy shit you scared me!" Nick cursed.
Finn cracked a guilty smirk. "Sorry." He said.
"What the hell are you doing standing in the hall being creepy?!" Nick demanded
walking closer to him.
"I heard mom and dad arguing." Finn admitted.
"About what?" Nick asked, casting a glance at their parents closed bedroom
door.
"I don't know. Something about a video you did?" Finn asked, "Was it on
Twitch?"
"Huh?" His brother responded, seemingly just as confused as him.
Finn sighed trying to recollect his thoughts. "Mom said something about a
video? Someone said something in a video? Like a threat or something and the
police are involved? She sounded really worried." Finn said.
Nick's face suddenly went pale. "Oh Uhh.. that." Nick mumbled.
"What did you do? What happened?!" Finn asked.
"It's not about me, it's about you." Nick admitted.
"What about me? What did I do?!" Finn demanded.
"Nothing! I mean..just..some troll made a video saying bad things about you."
"When?! Who? What? Why?! What did I do?! What did he say?!" Finn had a million
questions.
Nick sighed. "Nothing! Nothing! It's nothing ok?! Just go to sleep! Jesus, why
are you even still up? It's almost 1 am! Don't you have a Stranger Things
promotion video to shoot in the morning? Go to bed!"
Nick started to walk away, but Finn reached out a hand and grabbed on to his
brother's red Dragon Ball Z shirt. "What fucking tape?! What did they say about
me?!" Finn growled, low enough so his parents wouldn't hear him cussing.
Nick looked like he wanted to tell him, but at the same time he
looked....fearful.
"Was it really bad?" Finn asked, letting his hand fall back to his side.
Nick rolled his eyes, trying to brush off the severity. "It was just some
stupid guy saying he was going to kill you, that's it. Just some stupid troll,
you know?"
A death threat?!
For him?!
What did he ever do to anybody to deserve a death threat?!
"What? Why? What did I do?!" Finn whined.
"Nothing! Now go to bed! The guy doesn't even live in Canada! It was all a sick
joke. Cyber cops will take care of it." With that, Nick turned and marched off
back to his own bedroom.
Finn couldn't sleep that night.
He tried to forget about this mysterious death threat video and just immerse
himself in his video game, but after he continued to be obliterated by the
gaming system, he eventually turned it off and laid in bed staring at the
ceiling. He tried to sleep but his curiosity got the best of him.
He grabbed his phone off the dresser by his bed and opened up his Twitter app.
He saw a hashtag on his feed that read #ProtectFinn His heart leapt as he saw
the mentions in his feed. Everyone was talking about this video message.
Eventually he found a link to a Twitter account belonging to a man calling
himself "The Ski Masked Man" There he saw his name on a video the man tweeted.
"My message to Finn Wolfhard"
Heart pounding in his ears, Finn clicked on the video. The guys voice boomed
out of the speakers on Finn's phone as he watched the blue eyed man with the
black ski mask over his face, holding up a silver knife.
Finn's eyes grew large as he listened to the man describe in vivid detail how
he was going to brutally rape and murder him.
It made Finn nauseous. With a whimper, Finn quickly blocked the pedophile and
reported the Twitter account and sickening video. Then he shut his phone down
and curled up in the fetal position on his bed.
It was the only position that helped ease his nausea. It didn't work tonight
though. He fell asleep still queasy.
He had nightmares about knives and ski masks. Someone was chasing him. He
didn't know where he was or how he got there but he just knew he had to run.
No matter how fast he ran though, the ski masked man was right behind him.
Breathing heavily down his neck. Taunting. "I'm gonna kill you! I'm gonna kill
you!"
***** Waiting *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn finds himself in a dangerous situation.
Finn was secretly relieved in the morning when the Stranger Things shoot was
postponed. That meant he got to stay home and relax. He wasn't really in the
mood to go out anyway.
There was more hushed whispers in the kitchen when he went downstairs for
breakfast.
Of course they stopped as soon as he walked in. Finn acted like he didn't
notice as he poured himself a bowl of Captain Crunch.
He turned his phone back on, to discover that the skimaskedman's twitter
account was banned. Good. Finn could finally relax again.
He got a phone call the next morning from his agent who wanted him to fly out
to Hollywood that weekend to audition for season 3 of Scream Queens. He talked
to his parents about it and they seemed to think it was a good idea.
Finn was nervous again. Not for the audition par say, but because that meant he
could possibly be meeting Emma Roberts. He had the biggest crush on Emma
Roberts. Ever since he watched Unfabulous on Nickelodeon when he was a kid.
He had packed his suitcase and was putting it by his room door, when his
brother Nick suddenly burst in his room.
"Woah! Thanks for knocking!" Finn spit. Nick ignored his brashness, "Get
dressed hurry up! We have to go to the hospital!" He announced.
"What? Why? What happened?!" Finn demanded, dropping his suitcase.
"Aunt Jennie's having her baby!" Nick announced.
A baby?!
Now?!
The joyful news replaced all of Finn's prior unease about the previous 48 hours
and he quickly threw on a clean camo shirt and shorts. He racked a comb through
his hair as he grabbed his phone and headed out to the family car.
The suspense of waiting in the maternity ward for the announcement of his new
cousin's birth was agonizing.
"Oh my god! How long does it take to push out a baby?!" Finn finally groaned as
the third hour of waiting rolled around. It was just him and Nick who were
sitting in the waiting room still. His Dad had gone down to the cafeteria and
his mom was in the delivery room with her sister in law.
"It could take days..." Nick mumbled.
"Days?" Finn asked.
"Yeah I've heard stories about 48 hour labors before." Nick replied.
Finn groaned loudly.
Nick pulled out his phone and asked Finn if he wanted to take a selfie for his
Twitter page. "Hashtag 'Day Four of waiting for cousin Wolfhard'." Nick joked.
Finn smirked in the picture.
It was another two hours before his Mom finally came to the waiting room.
"Did she have the baby yet?!" Finn asked.
"Not yet. There's some...complications with the birth. The doctors want to give
her a cesarian." His mom sighed.
"Oh, well how long with that take?" Finn wondered.
"Not too long...only about twenty minutes once the doctors transfer her to
surgery."
"Oh..that sucks." Nick sighed.
"Why don't you boys go get something to eat? I'll stay here with your father."
She said looking at her husband who was reading a newspaper now in the corner.
"Eh. Not really that hungry." Nick admitted. They had been nibbling chips and
cookies all day.
"I kind of want a milkshake. Can I borrow ten dollars?" Finn asked his mom.
His mom gave him a twenty and asked him if he knew where the cafeteria was.
He nodded, "First floor right?"
"Technically it's on the lower level. LL. There's also a main level, ML which
might confuse you. Then there's a Floor 1. It's not on floor 1. So don't get
confused, because floor 1 comes after ML. It's a little weird." His Dad
informed him.
Finn rolled his eyes, "Which floor do I press on the elevator?" He asked.
"LL. Not ML or 1. Just LL." His Dad replies.
 
Finn made his way to the elevator but got stopped by a Security guard before he
could press the call button.
"You're going to need this badge to get back up to the maternity floor.
Otherwise, the maternity floor level button won't work." The guard said,
pointing to the badge Finn had received when he first got to the hospital with
his family. It was hanging around his neck.
"Oh. Thanks." Finn said, swiping his badge to open the maternity floor
elevators.
The elevator buttons were a mass of confusing letters and numbers. He pressed
LL, but the elevator stopped on ML to allow other people to get on.
Unfortunately Finn got confused and mistakenly thought it was his floor and got
off.
The main level was crowded but Finn spotted a gift shop and the bright lights
in the glass door attracted him to the store.
He found himself in the baby section and was studying the teddy bears. He
wanted to get one for his new cousin. They only had pink or blue and Finn
didn't know if the baby was a boy or girl.  He told himself he would come back
after the baby was born.
He made his way down the hall looking for the cafeteria but of course he became
lost. He spotted a doctor walking by and asked him where the cafeteria was.
"Sorry, you're on the wrong floor. The cafeteria is on the lower level. Take a
left when you come out of the elevator and it's all the way down the hall at
the end. You can't miss it." The doctor said.
Finn made his way back to the elevators, but as soon as one opened, a whole
crowd of people pushed past him to board it. In fact two people started arguing
over who would be the last one on the elevator.
While they were arguing, Finn heard an elevator open behind him. He quickly
turned and slipped inside the empty elevator, as two people came out of it.
He pressed the door close button hoping they would close before anyone else
could notice.
He was smirking to himself as they started to close until suddenly a man
slipped in at the last second.
He gazed at Finn before he too hit the close door button.
"What floor?" The man in the grey hoody and sweatpants asked Finn. "Uh, lower
level. I'm looking for the cafeteria." Finn said.
"Oh, sorry. This elevator is going up." The man informed him.
"Shit!" Finn cursed, before he let out a groan and threw his head back.
"All I wanted was a milkshake.." He muttered as the elevator began to climb.
The guy had hit the button for the 8th floor.
Finn reached out and hit the button for the fourth floor as they were passing
the third.
"What did you do that for?" The man asked.
"Huh?" Finn responded, caught off guard.
"I thought you wanted the lower level?" The man replied.
"I do..but you're going to the eighth floor. I need to go down, so I'll just
get on another elevator." Finn said, slightly annoyed that he had to explain
himself to this random guy.
The elevator doors opened on the fourth floor and it seemed empty. Finn stepped
off the elevator and to his surprise the guy stepped off with him.
Finn turned around to inform the guy that this was the fourth floor, not the
eighth, but he stopped when he noticed the man was holding a knife.
Finn was so concentrated on the knife that he didn't notice the man had pulled
a black ski mask over his face.
***** Ribbit *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn gets attacked. (This chapter is why the story is rated
     Explicit.)
It was the piercing blue eyes that made Finn realize who the man standing in
front of him actually was.
The ski masked man didn't say anything to him as the elevator doors closed
behind him, but his message from the video rang out in Finn's mind clear as
day.
Finn ran.
Or tried to, anyway.
He made it down the empty hallway but as soon as he heard a voice coming from
around the corner, the man caught up with him and grabbed him.
Before Finn could scream out, the man put the knife to Finn's throat.
"Scream and I'll kill you right now." He growled in the frightened boy's ear.
He dragged Finn backwards, away from the advancing noises of the company in the
hallway. The man didn't know where he was going, as he was blindly trying
random doors on their way down the hall.
The company came into view.
Two nurses. One texting on her phone and the other chatting about their dinner
plans. Finn desperately tried to make eye contact with them.
The knife tightened at Finn's adams apple. He was too petrified to swallow for
fear of being cut. Silent tears streamed down Finn's face. Then another stream
of hot liquid started. This one in his shorts.
As Finn peed down his leg in terror, a puddle trail of his urine started
smearing the hallway tile.
The masked man found an unlocked door. He pushed it open and forced Finn
inside, throwing the petrified boy to the ground.
A supply closet.
Mops and brooms fell to the ground in a clatter as Finn landed on them.
The man locked the door as Finn climbed to his feet in the dark closet.
Finn backed himself into a corner and screamed, hoping the nurses near by would
hear his calls.
"HEEELP M-"
The ski masked man pounced on him. "You keep your fucking mouth shut! Do you
understand me, boy?!" The man asked, as he put the knife back to Finn's throat.
A sob escaped Finn as the man forced him against the wall.
"Now...even though it took me so long to find the hospital your stupid brother
tweeted that picture from, don't think I forgot about the promise I made in
that video. Sure you can get my Twitter deleted but a promise is a promise."
The man growled.
Another sob escaped Finn.
He had never been so terrified in his life.
"Now, since I'm such a gentleman, I'll let you choose how this goes. I can
either rape you first and then kill you, or kill you first and then rape your
dead body. Which one would you like?" The man asked.
The next sob was stuck in Finn's chest. He couldn't breath. His entire body was
coursing with so much fear that it was making him almost go into a state of
shock.
His knees were weak. The only thing keeping him upright, with his back against
the wall, was the man's arms across his chest.
Finn was trembling, tears of horror streaming down his cheeks and blurring his
vision in the dark room.
What had he done?!
What had he done to make this man want to do these horrible things to him?!
He wanted to beg for his life.
 
Why was this happening to him?
 
"W-W-Why?" Finn choked out barely audible, "W-Why m-meee?" He sobbed.
The man chuckled. "Why you? Because I can't stand you! You and your fucking
ugly little frog face! Your stupid crooked teeth and your ridiculous hair! I
hate your movies! You're a horrible actor and you deserve this! You’re a
fucking little racist faggot! You cross your legs like a girl and you like dick
in your ass, don't you?! Well today's your lucky day because you're about to
get my big eight inch dick up your ass!" The ski masked man taunted.
Finn choked on his tears.
"P-P-Ple-Please no! Pl-Please don't do that! Don't h-hurt m-meeee!" Finn
sobbed.
The sadist kept the knife to Finn's throat as he forced the frail boy down to
the ground on his stomach.
Finn began to cough and choke violently on his tears as he felt the man climb
on top of him.
He wanted to scream and fight and run away but the man was too strong. The
knife too sharp at his throat.
Finn was frozen in fear.
The man's free hand ripped Finn's shorts and boxers down with one motion. Finn
shrank back from the flow of cold air running over his bare backside.
"Mmmm...What a nice little ass." The man panted, squeezing a fist full of
Finn's bare butt cheeks so hard it stung and turned a crimson red, making Finn
yelp out in pain.
"Don't worry. It will all be over soon." The man promised, Then suddenly Finn
felt the hard flesh poking at his butt. The ski masked man's dick, searching
for Finn's virgin anal entrance.
Finn didn't want to be raped. The very notion was unfathomable. He had heard
the stories before about people being raped - even boys being raped- but he
never would have conceived that it could happen to him.
The blunt force of the man ramming his erect penis between Finn's butt cheeks,
pounding at his anus trying to get it to open to accept the forced intrusion,
made Finn's heart stop.
Ice flowed through the horrified boy's veins. He was slipping away from
reality.
This wasn't happening.
It couldn't be.
It couldn't....
There was no way any of this was real.
No way he was laying on this floor in a hospital closet about to be raped.
No way...
A hospital of all places.
What an ironic place to be brutalized.
 
The ski masked man used his saliva as lubricant.
 
It was a white hot piercing agony that scorched Finn's anus as his sphincter
tore apart to the massive eight inches of solid dick, that forced itself up
inside the boy's anal cavity.
A scream tore from Finn's throat as his anus ripped open. The boy's knuckles
grew white as he dug his fingers into the floor, his nails chipping and
breaking along the linoleum, desperately attempting to grasp at something -
anything - to leverage the splitting source of his pain.
"Fuck your ass is tight boy! I just started and you're already bleeding! This
is gonna be fun!" The man growled.
As Finn's eyes grew larger at the intrusion, a howl of agony ripped through his
throat.
Finn had never known pain like this existed.
Especially not from such an intimate place.
The humiliation of being penetrated down there was almost as worse as the pain
of having his anus torn open, itself.
The blood dribbling from his freshly ripped sphincter, provided enough
lubricant for the masked man to continue his violent sexual assault on Finn
Wolfhard.
Finn's body was thrown into a state of shock at the ultimate violation.
"N-N-NOOOOO!" Finn cried in anguish, only to have the man hush him, as he drew
the knife closer to the boy's neck.
"Make another sound and I'll slit your fucking throat right now!" The man
warned.
As the rape continued, Finn began to have his first out of body experience, as
his brain drifted away from reality.
No.
That wasn't him.
He wasn't getting raped on a floor right now.
None of this was happening.
None of...this... was real.
Not the feeling of the linoleum under his broken fingernails.
Not the feeling of the heavy man on top of his back, holding him down and
panting in his ear like a savage dog.
Not the sharp pointed knife at his throat.
And certainly not, the feeling of that ....that .....thing pounding in his
rectum.
Finn tried to convince himself that it wasn't real, but he could still feel
every inch of the man's cock as it stuffed him full over and over again. The
thick cock veins pounding deep inside of Finn's bowels.
In and out....in and out....in and out..
The grunting in Finn's ear growing louder...more forceful..
"You like this? Hmm? You like my dick up your ass, frog face?!" The ski masked
man growled.
All Finn could do was sob in shame and terror.
The pain never stopped.
The rape....
He could feel every single inch of that unwelcome dick buried in his rectum,
and the hairy testicles slapping at his backside with each thrust.
Each pound against his flesh was just as agonizing as when the dick first tore
him open and made him bleed.
Finn's eyes were squeezed shut now.
Ready for his assault to be over.
His body was too sore from the brutalizing torment to put up anymore of a
fight.
"You deserve this cock! Every fucking hard inch of it! You deserve this,
froggy!" The ski masked man grunted.
Finn's tears of anguish continued to  run down his face.
Please stop!
Please stop!
No more!
Finn was screaming in his mind, but he couldn't say it out loud.
Not with that knife at his throat.
"Ribbit for me, frog boy! RIBBIT like the frog you are! RIBBIT WHILE I FUCK YOU
UP THE ASS!" The man growled.
The knife at Finn's throat suddenly got tighter.
"YOU RIBBIT OR I'LL SLIT YOUR THROAT RIGHT FUCKING NOW!" The man screamed.
Finn didn't know how he managed it, but he coughed up a forced frog call. "-R-
RRR-RRIBB-RRRIBIT!" Finn sobbed out, in between the brutal thrusts in his ass.
The boy's distressed call, sent the rapist in to a frenzy.
"I'm gonna cum in you! You ready froggy? I'm gonna fill your ass up with my
cum!" The man growled, increasing his thrusting pace in Finn's battered anus.
The slapping of the man's balls against Finn's naked buttocks, with each brutal
thrust, made Finn nauseous as it echoed throughout the small supply closet.
A sound he never wanted to hear again.
It was the semen that brought Finn back down to his conscious body. The hot
sticky liquid that suddenly filled his rectum, spilling over to run out of his
bloody anus and coat his upper thighs.
Finn's bruised bowels felt empty after the man pulled his cock out of his ass.
Hallow.
The pedophile's spilled semen cooled on Finn's ass cheeks.
"Did you like that, froggy?" The man panted.
Finn didn't answer.
He couldn't move.
His entire body was sore.
Used....
Dirty...
He didn't realize he had been biting down on his tongue during the assault.
He could taste the blood in his mouth now.
The stinging of his tongue.
Finn kept his eyes closed as the shame of what had just happened to him, filled
his mind.
His life was never going to be the same after this...
Not after what this monster had just done to him.
"You ready to die, now?" The man asked.
Finn just let out a whimper.
The man kissed Finn's lips, when he grabbed him by the hair and lifted his head
up.
"You were a good fuck, froggy. I had fun." The man complimented him.
Finn refused to open his eyes.
He was too weak.
The taste of the man's lips lingering on his, made him nauseous.
It didn't last long.
"Goodbye, frog face." The man finally said.
For a moment....just a moment, Finn thought the man was actually done hurting
him. That he was going to leave him alone.
Finn didn't feel the knife slide across his throat.
It was too quick.
What he did feel was the sudden gushing of hot liquid flowing down his neck and
saturating his shirt.
The blood pouring from his slashed open throat.
The masked psycho dropped Finn's head back down to the ground as Finn began to
bleed to death on the floor.
Finn gasped for air, his hands reaching up to cover his blood spurting throat.
Finn was scared.
He wasn't ready to die....
Tears clouded the boy's eyes as he felt himself bleeding out on the hospital
floor.
 
Why him?
Why....
 
The ski masked man finally stood up off of Finn's dying body. He took the phone
from the boy's shorts pocket, that was still pulled down around his ankles.
He opened the camera and started recording a video of Finn Wolfhard's bloodied
raped body on the floor of the hospital closet. He even zoomed in on the semen
still coating Finn's ass cheeks.
Then the ski masked man turned the camera on to his own mask covered face.
"I told you...I always keep my promises." The man smiled eerily before ending
the video.
He opened Finn's Twitter app and posted the graphic video on the young boy's
Twitter page. He hash-tagged it, "TheSkiMaskManKeepsHisPromises"
***** Deal *****
Chapter Summary
     Nick makes a deal with the devil.
Nick was the first one in his family to get the Twitter notification. Finn had
posted a video. He clicked on it and the first thing he noticed was the
hashtag. "What the hell?" Nick mumbled aloud in the middle of the cafeteria.
Their cousin, a baby girl named Casey, had just been born ten minutes prior.
Finn never made it back from the cafeteria, so Nick had gone looking for him to
tell him the good news.
He was standing in the cafeteria, looking around at all of the unfamiliar
faces, when his phone had chimed in his hand.
He was expecting a text back from Finn telling him where he was, but instead he
got the Twitter notification.
The video still was just a black screen. Nick clicked on the video to play it.
He could hear heavy breathing and a small gasping sound...gurgling.... almost
like someone was drowning and then it was silent.
Nick couldn't tell where the video was taken. Everything just looked dark. Then
suddenly the camera brightness turned up and all Nick saw was blood.
So much blood all over the floor.
Covering a body.
The body was face down, with his shorts and underwear pulled down around his
ankles.
He recognized those shorts.
Even covered in blood, he recognized them as the ones he got his little brother
at the mall last week. The camo Finn had begged him for.
Nick couldn't feel his legs anymore. He collapsed to the ground as the camera
panned up and zoomed in on the creamy white liquid on his brother's exposed
backside.
Then when the video showed Finn's gushing slashed open throat, Nick's phone
fell to the ground as he leaned forward on to his hands and knees and vomited
onto the cafeteria floor. He even vomited on his phone screen with the video
still playing.
When the camera turned away from the murdered lifeless body of his little
brother, to show the ski masked man's smile, Nick screamed. He just kept
screaming on his hands and knees, covered in his own vomit, as he stared at his
phone screen.
 
It took the hospital security almost an hour to find Finn's body in the supply
closet. Nick and his parents didn't understand why it took the security cameras
so long to track what floor Finn had left the elevator.
Nick was right behind the security guards as they searched, room to room for
Finn's body. Nick could tell from across the hall when they finally found his
brother's body because the guard who found him started to gag when he opened
the closet door.
The other guards tried to hold Nick back, but Nick bursted into the room and
instantly slip and fell in the blood all over the floor.  He didn't care
though. He just needed to get to Finn.
He scooped his brother's lifeless body in his arms and screamed, sobbing as he
held his dead baby brother close to him.
He didn't even care that he was contaminating the crime scene. "I'm sorry Finn!
I'm sorry I didn't protect you! Please come back! Please! I never should have
let you go alone! Pleeease wake up! Please come back!" Nick sobbed. He pulled
back and gazed down at his brother's blood smeared face. Finn had died with his
eyes open.
Nick couldn't even imagine the hell his brother must have gone through. The
evil he must have seen in his final moments of life.
"Please....please wake up. I promise I'll be a better brother. I promise I'll
always protect you. Please just...wake up. Please God! Please wake him up!"
Nick hugged Finn's body close to him again as he continued to sob and beg God
to bring his baby brother back from the dead.
 
But god ignored his prayers.
 
Finn Wolfhard was dead.
 
Security had to pry Nick away from his dead brother's body. Nick continued to
howl in the hallway. Cursing everyone. The hospital security for not protecting
his brother better, the police for not arresting the Ski Masked Man after he
posted that death threat video, and God for not bringing his brother back from
the dead.
"He was just a KID! Oh CHRIST! He was just a KID! Why?! WHY?! WHY?! He never
did anything to anyone!" Nick sobbed on to the floor.
"I'll do anything! Anything to have him back again...." Nick sobbed.
Then there was a voice.
In his darkest hour of despair the voice came to him.
A tiny voice in his ear.
Almost as if someone was sitting right next to him on the hospital floor.
"Anything?" The voice asked.
A deep voice.
Chilling.
Eerie.
Full of something...deceitful.
Like Satan himself.
Another voice.
This one deeper in Nick's brain.
"Would you give your soul to save your brother's life?" The voice growled.
Nick's breath caught in his throat.
"God wouldn't help you save Finn...But I'll help you. I can save him..." The
voice promised.
Nick whimpered. He couldn't speak. He could barely breathe...
He trembled on the floor.
"Do we have a deal?" The voice asked.
Nick's eyes were shut but he opened them in time to see one of the security
guards covering Finn's dead body with a white sheet.
When the sheet covered his brother's head, Nick let out a pained exhale.
"Please.....Deal. It's a Deal! Just please make him wake up!" Nick begged.
"Please wake Finn up!"
***** The Gate *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn’s memories.
The last thing Finn saw before he died was blood.
The red blood smeared across the white linoleum. All the blood...
Then there was grass.
Vibrant green grass.
Everything was so bright.
Was he outside?
Finn sat up in a vast field.
There was a slight breeze rustling the grass.
It even rustled his hair a bit.
Yet, he didn’t actually feel cold.
He couldn’t feel his heart beating anymore.
In fact he couldn’t feel much of anything.
Not the terror he felt in those last moments at the hospital.
Not the pain his body once ached of.
He knew he was dead.
The realization finally settling in.
There were other people in the field too.
As far as he could see.
Hundreds.
All sitting up and looking around just as he was.
The longer he looked, the more people appeared.
Young.
Like him.
Kids.
All kids.
It was so loud, yet no one’s lips were actually moving.
He could just hear their thoughts.
“Where am I?”
“Who are these people?”
“Is this heaven?”
“How did I get here?”
“Look at all these kids..”
“Am I dreaming?”
Finn stood up, noticing for the first time that those walking around all seemed
to be heading in one direction.
Finn too could feel a strong attraction - something pulling him across the
field.
He followed it, much like the other kids did.
He noticed something peculiar as he walked across the grassy field.
Although no one really spoke, he knew their story.
Each and every one of them.
Even if they weren’t actively thinking about it in their heads.
Like the girl with the green eyes and curly auburn hair in front of him.
He hadn’t spoken a word to her, or listened intently to her thoughts, but he
could tell that her death was sudden.
The longer he stared at her, the more he knew.
Car crash.
Olivia.
Her name’s Olivia...
She’s 14.
Suddenly she turned and looked back at him.
Their eye contact, though only lasting seconds, seamed to share a lifetime.
Then just as quickly as he had learned her story, she learned his.
Finn could feel her in his memories.
The man with the knife...
His finally moments bleeding out on that hospital floor.
She looked away, but not before Finn could feel her sympathy.
It was the first thing he could actually feel.
She felt sorry for him.
Finn wondered if that’s the way he felt about her too.
Was he sorry that she died too?
Finn could hear music.
Singing.
Like harps.
It was beautiful.
He could smell something too.
Something sweet like candy.
There was a gate on the other side of the field.
That’s were they were all being lead.
To a giant golden gate that seemed to go up into the sky forever.
The gate was open and it looked like there was an amusement park on the other
side.
There were balloons and slides and waterfalls.
Finn could see merry go rounds.
The music was louder here. The smell of candy sweeter.
Finn watched the kids go through the gate and once they emerged on the other
side they seemed to glow.
They were getting halos.
Finn wanted a halo too.
They shined so magically...
As Finn got closer to the gate, he noticed the kids inside were all flying.
They had wings!
Angels!
Finn wanted to be an angel too!
Olivia walked in the gate ahead of him.
Then as her halo grew, she turned and stopped Finn from walking in.
“I’m sorry, Finn. You can’t come in here. Your brother called upon a fallen
angel. It’s against God’s will. Your brother wants you to go back.”
“Huh? Back where?” Finn’s thoughts asked.
“Back to Earth. I’m sorry Finn, but you can’t stay here.”
 
Then the angels were gone.
The music gone.
The sweet smell gone.
The grass.
The gate.
Everything was gone.
Nothing but pitch black darkness.
“I saved you, Finn.” A deep voice echoes in his mind.
 
An eerie dark voice.
 
“I saved you for Nick...”
***** Conscious *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn wakes up
Finn didn’t wake up instantaneously.
He was trapped in the darkness of his mind for weeks. Listening to the whispers
of that demonic entity. Hearing the evil speak of how the deal was meant to
prosper. Finn learned his brother Nick sold his soul to save him, but
undenounced to Nick, he was also selling Finn’s soul. A two for one deal. Nick
had already sealed his deal. Finn just had to stop fighting his end of the
bargain.
To the outside world, poor Stranger Things star, Finn Wolfhard, was in a six
week coma after he was violently attacked by a crazed pedophile who was
obsessed with the young movie star.
The ski masked man raped him and then slit his throat leaving him to bleed to
death. At least, that’s what the news media said after they saw the video on
the boy’s twitter. The world had seen the video before it was finally taken
down by Twitter administration, nearly three hours after it first went up. The
world grieved for poor Finn Wolfhard. What a brutal way to die.
But ofcourse, he never died.
How could he have?
Sure the video made it look like he died, even the news outlets were reporting
on the confirmed death of Finn Wolfhard by hospital officials.
The doctors themselves determined that poor Finn had no pulse, but surely they
were mistaken right? Perhaps, they mistakenly sent him to the morgue? Had it
not been for the mortician's scrutinization of Finn's body in the morgue, no
one would have ever noticed that Finn was ,in fact, still faintly breathing.
After discovering the deceased boy was still clinging to life, Finn was taken
upstairs for emergency surgery.
The brutal sodomy had left Finn with a severely perforated colon, from where
the man’s erect penis had torn a hole in his rectal wall. There were several
tears in his anal sphincter that required stitches as well. The boy’s throat
alone earned twenty three stitches. The astronomical loss of blood seemed to be
what lead to Finn’s comatose state.
It didn’t even seem possible for Finn to still be alive, not after all the
blood he had lost.
It was a medical mystery….but a miracle non the less.
However, Despite the weeks of blood transfusions, Finn still hadn’t woken up.
Nick visited his little brother in the hospital every single day. He would sit
by his bedside and talk to him. Tell him all about how everyone was thinking
about him and praying for him to get better. Nick cried all the time. It hurt
Finn's heart.
Finn heard other people at his bedside too. Not just his parents and distant
relatives, but his friends, costars, and even fans. Random fans. At least Finn
assumed they were fans because he never recognized their voices, but whoever
they were, they were always getting security called on them and getting dragged
out of his hospital room. Finn could always hear the commotion.
Despite the many visitors, the voice that was always the loudest was the evil
entity in his own head. The one taunting him. “Your soul Finn…I need your
soul.” Finn didn’t like that voice. He didn’t want to sell his soul. His soul
belonged in heaven with the angels. He desperately wanted to go back to Heaven
and become an angel.
His body ached constantly.
It wasn't like he could sit up and ask for pain medication.
He was stuck in the darkness where the agony ripped through him second after
second, minute after minute, hour after hour, and day after day.
At least in Heaven, there wasn't any pain.
He missed the grass and the golden gate and the sweet candy smell of the
singing angels.
But every time Finn tried to go back to Heaven, an alarm would go off in his
hospital room. His vitals. The doctors kept bringing him back to life. Those
damned doctors! Couldn’t they see he was in pain? Why don’t they just let him
go?! Finn damned his dark comatose life.
“Do you want to wake up?” The demon asked Finn one day. “Yes.” Finn replied.
“You don’t like the dark do you Finn?” The evil asked. “No.” Finn responded. “I
can wake you up..” The demon promised. When Finn didn’t reply, the demon
pressed on, “Are you ready to open your eyes?” The creature asked. Finn felt a
cold chill in his bones. Damn that eerie voice. “Please..” Finn begged, “Please
wake me up.”
There was a short silence after Finn finally gave in. Then a laugh. A deep
growling laughter. “Do we have a deal?” The demon asked. “…Y-Yes please..I just
want to wake up.” Finn cried, finally sealing the six week old deal.
Finn was crying when he finally woke up from his coma. He was in a hospital
bed. The first thing he noticed besides the harsh glare of the sunlight shining
into the window beside his bed, were the nurses and a doctor, all of which were
standing around him, repeating his name over and over.
The pain was worse now, and it made him sob.
Finn could hear his mom’s voice somewhere. She sounded far away. “He was moving
his eyes! I saw it! Are they open?! Are his eyes open now?! Please! I have to
see him! Let me see him! He needs to see me!” His mom was crying. Someone was
trying to calm her down. “Let the nurses do their job! They’re helping him!
He’s going to need time to adjust to waking up! Just give them some time to do
their job!”
The two nurses on the right of Finn’s bed were pushing his hair out of his
face, and shining a flashlight down in his eyes. “Finn? Can you hear me? Are
you alright?” The one brushing his sweaty hair back was asking. The other, with
the flashlight,was telling the doctor that his pupils were dilated. Finn
squinted at the harsh light of the flashlight and turned away, using his hand
to push away the flashlight.
There were two more nurses on the left side of his bed, One checking his vitals
on the machinery attached to his aching body and the other holding down Finn’s
shoulders. “You need to stay still, ok? Just relax and stay still. Take it
easy!” The other nurse was trying to reassure Finn.
“Finn? Can you hear us?” The doctor standing at the end of his bed announced
loudly in the room.
It was too loud.
Everything was too fucking loud!
The rushed voices of the hospital staff were too much.
It slammed his ear drums, making them vibrate painfully.
Finn’s hands shot up to cover his ears. He didn't say anything, but his
nonverbal actions were enough.
“It’s too loud?”
“Too loud?!”
“Everything’s too loud!”
“Clear the room out!”
“Audio sensitivity?”
“It’s very common after a coma.”
“Shhhh!”
“Quiet down!”
After the voices hushed down, the vibration in Finn’s ears were replaced with
another pain. This one in his throat. Finn reached a hand toward his neck, only
to find a tightly wrapped bandage over gauze.
“You're fine, Finn!"
"It's going to be ok."
“Oh, don’t touch, ok?”
"Can you hear me?"
“Do you remember what happened?”
“Are you in pain?”
Pain?
The word seemed to awaken his body’s entire endocrine system. The worst agony
of all, shooting from his rectum. Finn tried to sit up, but the scorching sting
from his sutured anus, made him fall back with a guttural groan.
“Take it easy, you had to get a few stitches.”
“Just relax.”
“Would you like something for the pain?”
“Can we get something for pain in here?”
Finn abruptly felt a wave of nausea slam his body.
Probably caused by the sharp pains.
He turned his head to the side and vomited.
While one nurse, began to clean his face off, another grabbed him a cup of
water.
Finn tried to drink it, but just ended up choking on it.
The commotion was overwhelming him.
He could still hear his mom crying in the hallway, begging to be let in the
room.
After the nurse rinsed Finn’s mouth out, and the doctor had pushed more
morphine into his drip, they finally let his Mom in the room.
Finn was still in agony when his mom walked in because his morphine hadn’t
started working yet. His mom could see the pain on his face and it made her cry
as she held onto him in the hospital bed. She kept apologizing to him for what
happened. She blamed herself and said she never should have let him wonder off
on his own.
Finn wanted to tell his mom it wasn’t her fault, It was his fault. He should
have ran faster. Fought harder. He shouldn’t have froze up in fear. Had he not
froze up, he would have never been raped. Had he never been raped, his body
wouldn’t have been too sore to fight back and stop that monster from cutting
his throat.
Finn got nauseous every time he thought about what happened in that closet. He
could still feel that man on top of him, forcing him stationary beneath him as
he growled in his ear. The force of those piston thrusts making him bleed. The
crude names… Froggy.
Finn dry heaved violently, but he didn’t vomit again.
Instead he burst out in to hysterical tears as his Mom held on to him.
He continued to cry until the morphine finally kicked in and he felt as if he
didn’t have any tears left.
His Dad came in the room next.
As soon as his Dad saw him, his eyes welled up in tears at the look of his
youngest son’s tournament. His voice cracked as he asked Finn how he was
feeling. Finn’s throat felt strangely tight. He tried to speak but his mouth
felt so dry. When no sound came out, his mom handed him another cup of water.
He didn’t choke on the water this time. He finished the entire cup before he
finally tried to speak again.
Finn's voice was hoarse.
Rightfully so, for someone who had just awoke from a six week coma.
Instead of answering the question though, he only had the strength to mutter,
“Hi"
This, of course, caused his Dad’s eyes to water more. His bottom lip quivered
for a moment, before he sat down on the other side of the bed and patted Finn’s
hair.
“Your hair’s gotten so long, buddy. It’s time to get all of this shaved off,
eh?” His Dad made a half hearted joke trying to ease the tense atmosphere.
Finn had not even noticed, his curly dark hair was nearly down to his
shoulders.
Finn gingerly reached up to grab a lock of his hair.
It was pretty long..
The morphine was making him sleepy, but his Dad told him that Nick was on his
way to visit him.
Finn wanted to stay up to ask Nick a dire question.
He just wanted to know one thing.
Why?
Why would Nick sell his soul to save him?
He fell asleep before Nick arrived.
Finn didn’t dream, but he did hear a deep voice in his subconscious as he
drifted off.
The evil entity answering his question.
“Why not?”
***** Paranoia *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn’s home from the hospital but he still doesn’t feel safe.
The mysterious Ski Masked Man was never found. Despite the DNA evidence left
behind at the crime scene as well as the semen obtained from the rape kit, the
pedophile was never identified. Finn tried not to think about it. If he thought
about it, he would start to get paranoid. They never caught him. What if the
psycho was still in Canada? What if he was still in Vancouver? God forbid, he
was lurking around his neighborhood. What if he was waiting outside his house?
Just waiting for Finn to step outside, so he could finish him off for good? 
Even worse…what if he was INSIDE his house? Hiding under his bed...right now.
Finn sat straight up in bed. A little too fast. The site of his sutures still
ached. It had been nearly two months since Finn was discharged from the
hospital, but he was still uneasy. He reached over and turned on his bedside
lamp. His cat sat up on the floor and meowed. Heart pounding in his ears, Finn
threw his blanket back and stepped out of bed cautiously. He didn’t want to
cause a big scene. Besides, if the ski masked man was under his bed, the last
thing Finn wanted to do, was alert the psychopath that he knew he was there.
Finn started walking across his room, slowly, toward his bedroom door. “Act
calm…Act calm.” He kept repeating in his own head. His cat was just staring at
him curiously. When Finn got to his room door, he opened it and stepped out
into the dark hallway. He wasn’t aware he had been holding his breath, but as
soon as he closed the door behind him, he let out a deep exhale.
Ok, he was out. Now what? Should he call the cops? What if they didn’t get here
in time?! That monster was still in his room! With his poor cat! What if he
tried to kill his cat? Panicking, Finn threw open his room door and ran inside
toward his cat. Spooked, the cat turned and dove under the bed. “NO!” Finn
cried. “Don’t go under there! Oh no!”  
Finn heard his name being called in the hallway. Thank god, someone was here to
help him! Finn ran straight into his Dad in the hallway. “He’s got the cat!
He’s got my cat! He’s going to kill my cat!” Finn cried. “What? Who? Who’s got
the cat?” His Dad asked scratching his head and flipping on the hallway light.
“Him! HIM! The MAN! He’s here! He’s under my bed! He came back to kill me!”
Finn was so hysterical, he didn’t notice his Mom had come up behind him as she
placed her hand on his shoulder. Finn screamed and jerked away so fast, he
tripped over his own feet and landed on the floor by the stairs.
“Oh, Finn – I’m so sorry! It’s just me! I didn’t mean to scare you honey!” His
mom gasped, bending down to help him. Finn scrambled backwards so he was
sitting with his back against the wall. He clung to his mom as he heard a loud
squeak from down the hall. “What the hell was that!?” Finn yelled, clinging to
his mom tighter. Nick’s head popped out from his own bedroom down the hall.
“What’s going on?” His brother asked, as he opened his door wider, earning a
louder squeak, and stepped out into the hall.
“It’s just the door sweetie, it’s ok.” His mom stated the obvious. Nick noticed
Finn trembling on the ground. “What happened?” He asked, concerned.  “He just
had a bad dream.” His Dad sighed. “Dream? No! I wasn’t dreaming! I’m telling
the truth! He’s there! He’s under my bed and he’s got my cat! He wants to kill
me!” Finn cried. While Finn was having his nervous breakdown, his Dad and
brother walked into his bedroom to check for the ski masked man. Meanwhile,
Finn’s mom helped him up off the ground and brought him into the hallway
bathroom. “Here, sweetie, take this, ok? It will calm you down.” His mom
announced, handing him a small green pill from a medicine bottle with his name
on it. The label said Paxil. Finn didn’t know what Paxil was.
“What is that?” Finn snapped. “It’s ok. It will calm you down. It will make you
feel better.” His mom explained. “No, it will make me sick!” Finn insisted,
thinking back to the last time his parents gave him pills. He vomited all day
and night. “No, honey. These are different pills. These are the good pills that
make you feel better. The ones that made you sick were the Truvada, remember?”
“The what?!” Finn replied. “Truvada, the pills you had to take for a little
while, remember? But you don’t have to take those anymore.” His Mom assured
him. “Why?” Finn asked. His mom seemed nervous suddenly, “Well, because you’re
better now. You don’t have to worry about getting sick anymore.” “Getting sick?
Why would I get sick?” Finn asked. His mom changed the subject, telling him to
open his mouth. “Now you need to take this pill to feel better, ok?”
“Poison.” Finn muttered under his breath. His mom’s eyes grew large. “WHAT?”
She exclaimed. Finn didn’t know why he said that. “What?” He repeated. Finn
finally agreed to swallow the new pill his mom gave him. Afterward, she asked
him if he wanted something to help him sleep. “Sleep? SLEEP? How am I supposed
to sleep with a fucking murderer under my bed?” Finn snapped.
As if on cue, Finn’s Dad appeared in the bathroom doorway and informed his
youngest son that there was no one hiding under his bed. “What about the cat?”
Finn asked. “Right here. Safe and sound.” Nick said, coming into view, holding
the cat in his arms. “What about the closet? Did you check the closet? Maybe he
ran in the closet!?” Finn said. His parents and brother had to walk through the
entire house with Finn just to prove that there was no one hiding anywhere. By
the time they got to the garage, Finn’s Paxil had kicked in and he felt rather
stupid for his earlier paranoia. His Mom asked him if everything was ok now and
he just nodded and said he was going back to bed.
He could hear his family gossiping about him as he was laying in bed trying to
sleep. They always gossiped about him when they thought he wasn’t listening.
“Concerned” was the word he heard thrown around a lot. Concerned and Worried.
Worried about what? His well being? His sanity? Or something else? Maybe they
too were worried that the ski masked man would come back.
Finn’s heart started to pound a little faster, so he pushed the thoughts away.
No, he wasn’t coming back for him. That’s just paranoid thinking. Finn was
fine. He was safe. Safe and sound in his bed in his home. No monsters here…..
There was another word floating around in his head now. No, not a word. A
voice. The eerie voice. “Sleep Finn….sleep now. Your soul is restless. Sleep…”
It was a haunting feeling. Not having control over your own soul anymore.
 
***** Pills *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn forms an unhealthy addiction.
Finn woke up the next morning with a migraine. He wanted to just stay in bed
and sleep all day. His mom gave him a Tramadol for his migraine, but after she
walked away, Finn snuck two Oxycontin.
Nick brought them for him. Finn used to have a prescription for it, when he
first got discharged from the hospital, but his refills had already ran out.
Thankfully, Nick knew some friends who could get Finn the pain relievers he
needed. The only legal pain prescriptions Finn had left, were for his Tramadol
and Hydrocodone. Both of which, his parents kept locked up and only gave to him
once in a blue moon. They didn’t want him to form any type of unhealthy
addictions to pills.
Unfortunately, Finn was already addicted to the oxycontin, and his parents
didn’t know it. He couldn’t even function normally without the oxy pills. His
parents thought he was acting strange, so they made him take more sessions with
his trauma psychologist.
Finn’s psychologist was a long blonde haired lady with glasses in her thirties.
She was appointed to him by the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, after they
interviewed him in the hospital about his sexual assault. Her name was Miss.
Tremblay. Kelsey Tremblay, but she told Finn to call her Miss. Kelsey. Finn
liked Miss Kelsey. She was always nice to him and brought him White Castle
whenever they had a session together. She was chubby. There was something about
her chubbiness that made Finn feel safe with her. She reminded him of a teddy
bear.
Miss Kelsey was a child trauma psychologist. Her office was in a clinic. Finn
thought he was in the wrong room when he first walked in. The room was so
bright. Neon paint colored walls and toys everywhere. Baby toys like stuffed
animals, toddler books and fake plastic pretend food in a tiny toy kitchen.
Finn felt awkward sitting on the soccer bean bag chair in the juvenile play
room.
Miss Kelsey sensed his tension when she first met him in the room. Finn asked
her if he was the oldest patient she ever had. She laughed and said she had
seen kids as young as three and as old as seventeen. She also confessed that
she didn’t see a lot of teenagers, however. Out of the 15 kids, Finn being the
16th, she had treated since the start of her career, only 4 of them, with Finn
being lucky number 5, were over the age of 12. She informed Finn that she did
have another room she used to treat the older kids.
Finn quickly found out that by older, she still didn’t mean teenagers, as the
new room had teddy bear wallpaper. There were four giant stuffed teddy bears in
the room too. One in each corner. At least in here, there were normal chairs.
Just two armchairs sitting across from each other, with a small round wooden
coffee table between them.  There was a bowl of individually wrapped candy on
the table. Finn had gone through two packs of skittles during their first
session. They never talked about the assault the first two sessions. Not
directly anyway. She always just asked him how he was feeling and they would
talk about his family and how everyone was doing. During their third session,
Miss Kelsey noticed Finn looked tired.
After he admitted he didn’t get a lot of sleep the night before, she asked him
if he was having nightmares. Then Miss Kelsey told him that PTSD was normal
after what he went through and how nightmares were a normal part of his healing
process. Finn asked her how much she knew about what happened to him, and she
admitted that she read the police reports but whenever he was ready, she wanted
to hear from him what happened that day. Finn didn’t know if he would ever be
able to retell it. It was humiliating enough having to talk to the police. They
recorded the entire conversation and Finn was petrified that somehow the tape
would get leaked and everyone would hear him talking about what the man did to
him. The sound that man made him say....
So far he had 12 sessions with Miss Kelsey and the furthest into that day he
managed to get was when he peed his pants after the man grabbed him.  He
couldn’t talk about what happened in the closet. Whenever he closed his eyes,
he could still see the blood. So much blood..
 
 They met twice a week, but after his parents noticed his strange behavior,
they scheduled him for three times a week. Office visits on Monday and
Wednesday afternoons, and a house visit on Friday. Finn’s migraine had gone
away by the time Miss Kelsey showed up.
He had just finished eating and was busy playing PlayStation with his brother.
He and Nick had a strange connection. Ever since the hospital. The evil voice
talked to each of them. Finn could tell when Nick was hearing something, just
as Nick could tell when Finn could hear it. The evil told them things about
each other. Things it had found in their surrendered souls.
Nick killed a puppy when he was ten. That’s what the entity told him. Nick’s
friend had a puppy that bit him. Nick got mad and pushed the puppy down the
stairs. She broke her neck and died. Nick’s friend thought the puppy’s father
had gone rabid and attacked the poor girl. Nick never confessed his crime, not
even when his friend’s family put the adult dog to sleep. It scared Finn. That
confession. It made him wonder just what in the hell the entity was telling
Nick about his own soul. All the secrets Finn had buried.
Finn was constantly wracking his brain trying to figure out which of his deep
secrets the entity would tell Nick. There were many things Finn was ashamed of
in his past, but nothing crazy like murdering an animal. He kicked a cat once.
Did that count? He didn’t hurt it. It was an annoying stray who attacked his
shoe laces when he was at the park with his friends. What else had he done at
the park with his friends? He jumped the fence once to play basketball when the
gate was locked but everyone did that. It wasn’t illegal. Finn could feel
himself getting paranoid again whenever he thought about it. What bad things
had he done?
The entity never spoke of his own sins, only Nicks. Finn tried asking the demon
what his own sins were once. He wanted to know what the demon was telling Nick
about him. The demon only replied, “You know what you did, Finn.” Yet, Finn
didn’t know what he did. It confused him. He wanted to ask Nick what he knew
but then he would have to confess the things he knew about Nick. Not just about
the puppy either.. other things too. Weird things.  
 
Miss Kelsey knew right away that Finn didn’t look normal. As soon as his mom
left the room, after calling him downstairs to meet with his psychologist, Miss
Kelsey sighed and sat down on the couch beside Finn. “How many did you take?”
She asked calmly.
How did she know he was taking pills? Finn looked away. “I don’t know what
you’re talking about.” He lied. “Finn-“ She started, but he cut her off mid
sentence. “It hurt ok?!” Finn snapped. “What hurt?” Miss Kelsey asked.
“Everything!” Finn yelled.
Miss Kelsey started talking slowly. “Finn...do you remember how we were talking
about your interview? You said you thought you could do it?” She asked. “Well I
changed my mind!” Finn spit. The mere thought of doing an interview with his
fellow Stranger Things cast members like everything was right and normal in the
world, made him sick. “Really? When did you decide this?” Miss Kelsey asked.
“Just now!” Finn snapped again.
Finn hadn’t seen any of the cast since he got home. He didn’t want to see them.
He didn’t even want to see his friends, but they invited themselves over
anyway. At the risk of looking like a complete jack ass, Finn would briefly
show his face downstairs then make an excuse about not feeling well so he could
go hide in his room until they left.
It wasn’t that he didn’t care for his friends and co stars anymore. He just
wasn’t ready to pretend like everything was normal. He never even got to
audition for Scream Queens, and the part went to someone else. His agent said
his email was full of audition requests for Finn to be in upcoming projects,
but Finn just couldn’t do it. Not yet. He just needed some time to himself. He
was sick of the pitty looks he got from everyone else. Poor Finn...such a shame
he got...you know...raped like that. He must be so fucked up in the head now.
“Finn?” His psychologist said, breaking into his thoughts. He just glared at
her. “Did you forget that you’re under a contract with Netflix and the Duffers?
You have to make a public appear-“ Finn cut her off again, changing the
subject. “What’s Truvada?” He asked abruptly.
“Truvada? The HIV drug?” Miss Kelsey asked confused. Finn shrieked, jumping up
off the couch. “AIDS?! I HAVE AIDS?! WHAT THE FUCK?! I’M FUCKING DYING?! HOLY
FUCK-“ Finn’s Dad came running into the room at Finn’s frantic outburst.
Miss Kelsey jumped up and tried to calm Finn down. “No! No! Calm down! You
don’t have AIDS!” Miss Kelsey tried to tell him. “-AIDS? What the hell? You
told him he has AIDS?!” His Dad growled. “No I - he must have misunderstood me!
He asked what Truvada was for-“ Miss Kelsey tried to explain, but Finn’s Dad
was already telling him the truth. “It’s a preventative! You don’t have AIDS,
son! Truvada IS a drug to treat HIV but it’s also a PREVENTATIVE drug! You had
to take it to make sure you DIDN’T get HIV!” His Dad told him.
Finn felt dizzy. This was too much! First he had to worry about the ski masked
man coming back to kill him, and now he had to worry about getting AIDS?! Finn
was starting to have a mental breakdown again, so his Dad had to go and bring
him his discharge paperwork from the hospital proving that he didn’t have any
sexually transmitted diseases.
Finn kept the papers in a folder in his bedroom closet. He tried to read
through the whole discharge report about everything that happened in the
hospital, but he didn’t like reading about the surgery and stitches. It made
him feel woozy. He laid down on his bed after he started getting nauseous.
He did vomit. Only instead of laying there afterward crying and feeling sorry
for himself he just swallowed more OxyContin. That way he didn’t have to feel
anything.
 
***** Black Sheep *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn's parents find out about his secret.
There was a three inch scar across his throat. Right below his Adam’s apple.
From where it happened. It wasn’t noticeable when he was looking straight ahead
or down. Only when he lifted his head up. Finn was staring at it in the mirror
now. It didn’t hurt anymore. It stung sometimes, but that was probably just in
his mind. It was the only scar he had. Besides the internal ones. He could
still feel those though, if he moved too fast. Like the time his brother was
driving the car really fast and they hit a pot hole. The pain was so sharp, it
made his eyes water.
He ran into a fan earlier that day. He was at Dairy Queen with his Dad getting
a blizzard. His dad decided to try a new flavor of blizzard he never had
before. Cheesecake. He didn’t like it much and had gone back up to the counter
to get a new flavor leaving Finn alone at the table. Finn didn’t mind being
alone, the place was empty except for the two of them and an elderly man in the
corner eating a Sunday. Finn was staring down at his phone, browsing his
friend’s Instagram posts. Finn hadn’t posted anything on his own social media
accounts since his assault. The last thing on his Instagram was a picture he
had posted of his dog.
Finn was so absorbed in his own thoughts that he didn’t realize the stare of
the girl who had just walked into the Dairy Queen. He only noticed her when she
was standing right beside his table. “Hi! You’re Mike, right? From Stranger
Things on Netflix? I love that show! You’re my favorite!” She gushed. Finn
looked up at the brunette in the yellow coat. She looked younger than him.
Around twelve or thirteen. “Umm..” was all Finn mumbled before the girl held up
her sparkly gold cased phone. “Can I get a picture with you?” She asked, Finn
never actually gave her an answer, but the girl leaned over and put her arm
around Finn’s shoulder anyway. His first internal instinct was to jerk away. He
didn’t particular enjoy being touched by strangers. Especially since…what
happened.
His external response, however, was just to stiffen up like a board. He was so
rigid during the picture, the girl actually had the audacity to say they should
take another one, but in this one he should smile. Smile? Finn couldn’t even
remember the last time he smiled. What was there to smile about? Then suddenly
the girl squinted at him. “Hey, what happened to your neck?” She asked. Finn
instinctively shot his hand up to touch the scar on his neck. “Yeah, you have a
scar there! Like a scratch or something! Did the Demogorgon’s do it?” She
asked. Was she making fun of him? Finn’s Dad saved him then. “Can I help you?”
He asked the girl as he walked up to their table. “Oh! Hi! I’m Sophie! I’m just
a really big fan of Mike and –“
“Finn.” His Dad replied. “Huh?” The girl said. “Finn. His name is Finn, not
Mike. Mike is a fictional character in a TV show. My son’s name is Finn.” “Oh
uhh…this is your Dad?” The girl said looking at Finn. “Yes, I’m his father. Can
I help you? My son and I were just about to have lunch.” His Dad seemed
annoyed. Normally, Finn would defend his fans when his Dad had a short
patience, but today Finn actually felt grateful for his Dad trying to cut short
the fan interaction. It was all too awkward. Unfortunately, the fan didn’t get
the hint to leave.
“Oh cool! What are you guys having? Can I sit with you guys?” She asked. His
Dad let out a heavy sigh. “Actually we were just leaving.” Finn mumbled,
standing up and grabbing his own melting blizzard off of the table. “Oh? Where
are you guys going?” She asked. “Home.” Finn answered honestly to the puzzled
look of his Dad. “Home? Back to the States?” The girl asked. “The States? No. I
live in Canada! Here in Vancouver!” Finn admitted. Everyone knew that, right?
“No way! You’re from Vancouver!? I thought you were from Hawkins, Indiana? In
The States right?” The girl insisted. Finn was dumbstruck. He didn’t know how
to reply to the delusional fan so he just gave her a bewildered look. “Hawkins
isn’t even a real city!” Finn exclaimed in disgust.
The door of the Dairy Queen opened and a woman walked in calling Sophie’s name.
“Sophie? What’s taking so long? We have to get to daycare to pick up your
sister!” She called. As soon as Sophie got distracted, Finn made a rush for the
door to leave. His Dad had to hurry to catch up to him. Even as Finn was
slipping out of the door he could hear Sophie call out to him, but he ignored
her. “Mike wait – oh thanks a lot mom! That was Mike Wheeler from Stranger
Things! You scared him away!”
There was a heavy silence when he and his dad got into their car. Then suddenly
his Dad began to laugh. Finn didn’t get the joke. “What’s so funny?” He
snapped, as they sat in the Dairy Queen parking lot. His Dad pointed at the
window of the building. Finn looked up and saw Sophie pressed up against the
glass staring at their car. Finn didn’t find it funny at all. It was downright
disturbing. “How is that funny?” Finn demanded. His Dad just continued to
chuckle, as he put on his seatbelt and drove out of the parking lot. Finn was
surprised the fan didn’t run after their car. They drove in silence for a while
toward their house. The only sound was his Dad’s occasional chuckle. “It really
wasn’t that funny.” Finn finally groaned as they got closer to their house. It
wasn’t funny…it was weird. Even weirder, was the sudden small smile Finn found
on his face.
“Mike..” The entity whispered in his head after he smiled.
"...Mike.....Wheeler..." The deep voice wiped the smile right off Finn's face.
He walked in his bathroom to stare at his scar when he got home. If that girl
noticed it so easily, what would other people say? That one fan was delusional.
That’s probably why she didn’t know what happened to him. What about the other
people though? The people who knew what happened to him? What would they say
about his scar? Would they notice? Would they say something or pretend it’s not
there? Finn started to get paranoid again. His parents never mentioned his
scar. Neither did Nick. Were they just pretending it wasn’t there as well?
Finn walked out of the bathroom and found his Mom in the kitchen. She was
pouring herself a glass of pineapple juice. “Do you see this?” Finn abruptly
asked. His mom stopped and turned to look at him. “See what?” She asked
concerned. “This…this. Do you notice anything different about me?” Finn asked
without pointing to his scar. His mom looked him up and down. “What am I
looking for?” She laughed. “You don’t see it?” Finn replied. “See what honey?”
His mom asked. Finn raised his head a little higher. “This.” He replied still
without pointing. His mom briefly glanced at his neck but then looked away back
toward her juice. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said. “Liar.”
Finn spit. “Pardon me?” His mom gasped turning back to look at him.
Finn just walked away even as his Mom continued to call his name to come back.
He found his Dad on the stairs. “Do you notice anything different about me?”
Finn asked him. “Yeah, you lost your sense of humor.” His Dad replied.
“Physically, though. Do you notice anything different about me physically?”
Finn replied, rising his head higher. “Uhh…did you get taller or something?”
His Dad asked. Ignoring him, Finn walked upstairs and went to his brother’s
room. Nick wasn’t home. Finn returned to the top of the stairs. “Where’s Nick?”
He called down. “Hey, what did you say to your mother?” Finn’s Dad demanded,
ignoring his question. “Where’s Nick?” Finn repeated. Both his parents appeared
at the bottom of the stairs to look up at him. “Tell your father what you just
called me!” His mom complained. Finn’s heart started to pound faster. He didn’t
have time for this. “Why are you guys lying to me?” Finn demanded. “PARDON?”
His mom gasped. “Lying? What are we lying about?” His Father asked.
“You both act like you don’t notice the scar but I know you do!” Finn said.
“What scar?” His mom asked confused. Finn silently pointed toward his neck.
“Oh..that? Finn I honestly didn’t even notice.” His mom replied. “I’m sorry, I
guess I just got so used to seeing it..” His Dad mumbled. The silence that
followed his Dad’s confession was so heavy, that the ringing of his Mom’s
cellphone startled all three of them. Finn didn't know it at the time, but the
call was from the police station. Nick had been arrested for drug possession.
Finn overheard the conversation his Mom was having with their family lawyer, a
few hours later, as he staid home while his Dad went to bail Nick out of Jail.
Finn wanted to stay up to find out what drugs Nick had been caught with, but
his Dad and brother didn’t come back to the house until almost midnight. Finn
was already asleep by then. He heard them come in, but his brother went
straight to his room and his Dad went to his. Finn was still wondering what
drugs his brother was on, when he walked downstairs, the next morning for
breakfast.
His brother Nick was actually at the table with his head propped up on his
hand. He looked depressed as he looked down at a plate of runny eggs. “ How
does it feel to be the black sheep of the family?” Finn taunted. Nick gave him
a dirty look. “So what was it? Crack?” Finn joked. Nick let his arm drop to the
table as he sat up straighter and gave Finn a piercing look. “It was YOUR
Oxycontin! I told Dad the truth! I was picking it up for YOU! And guess what?”
Nick snapped. Finn was speechless. “YOU’RE going to rehab!” Nick said smugly.
Finn couldn't breathe. Rehab?! Nick grinned. “That’s right. Mom and Dad are
sending your junkie ass to rehab starting Monday..." He leaned in closer to
Finn with a final whisper, "Who’s the black sheep of the family now, Finn?”
***** Detox *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn goes to rehab
Rehab. Just the word. It was a cold word. Fitting for such a cold place. Nick
hated Finn for getting him arrested. He blamed Finn. That’s what the entity
told him, anyway. Finn’s parents exploded on him the day after Nick’s arrest.
Nick had told them all about Finn’s OxyContin addiction. Finn didn’t know how
to defend his actions, so he just sat there on the couch and tried not to cry
as his parents explained how upset they were that his addiction was impacting
Nick’s life and ruining their family.
 
Finn still had five OxyContin pills hiding in his room. He took two of them
after his parents were done yelling at him. He took another one the next day
and only had two left on Monday morning. He shoved them down into his jeans
pocket after his Dad told him to get dressed for his “Doctor’s
appointment” Finn knew he didn’t really have a doctor’s appointment. It was an
excuse to get him in the car so he could haul him off to the rehab center. Finn
knew all about the center. He saw the internet search history on his Dad’s
laptop. The youth addiction treatment program. 7 days of inpatient detox and
then 6 months of outpatient care. 
 
Finn didn’t want to go to rehab. He didn’t need it. He wasn’t a drug addict! It
wasn’t like he was taking pills for fun! He needed those pills! Why didn’t his
parents get that? Did they just want him to be in pain? 
Finn loudly announced that he felt fine and didn’t want to go to his “doctor’s
appointment” Unfortunately, his Dad wouldn’t take no for an answer. Nick gave
his little brother a long stare when he left that morning to get in the car,
but he didn’t say anything to him. He just closed the front door silently. His
Dad drove solemnly, while his Mom sat in the passenger seat sniffing back
tears. 
 
“Where are we going?” Finn questioned them. “To see your doctor.” His Dad said.
“We’re going the wrong way!” Finn growled referring to his primary care doctor
who had an office in the opposite direction of where the car was driving. “Well
this is a new doctor.” His Dad replied. “What type of doctor?!” Finn demanded,
still waiting for his parents to admit they were taking him to rehab against
his will, but his Dad just turned on the radio and ignored him. Whatever. Finn
wasn’t going to stay at the rehab center anyway.
 
It looked like a school, the outside of the building. It reminded Finn of a
boarding school. The intake lady practically shoved a bag full of clothes at
him as soon as he and his parents walked in. “You must be the Wolfhards!” She
had greeted them before handing Finn the plain white shirts and green
sweatpants. “You can wear these, during your stay with us! Everyone gets three
pairs of shirts, pants, and one jacket. You’ll also be receiving 3 pairs of
socks, as shoes are prohibited indoors.” The woman said.
She looked young. Too young to be working here. She looked like his brother’s
age. “Why the fuck would I want these ugly things for?” Finn spit, attempting
to hand her back the bag. She just smiled. “Laundry day is on Thursdays.” Finn
laughed at her remark, “I’m not staying here!” He said. The woman didn’t say
anything as Finn spun around to face his parents and demand they take him home
now.
 
To his surprise, his parents were gone. “What the fuck?!” Finn growled. “Shall
I show you to your room, now?” The lady asked. Finn didn’t find out until
later, that a kid drive bye was a common occurrence. It’s when your parents
bring you to rehab, and the staff distract you, giving your parents a chance to
run out the door and leave you behind. He learned the term from his roommate.
Well, technically his air duct mate.
If the outside of the center was like a school, the inside was like a jail.
Finn was pushed into room eight. It was a small square room. There was a wooden
twin bed with a navy blue blanket on the right side of the room, flushed up
against a wall. There was a TV on the wall across from his bed, and a remote
laying on the bed pillow. The only window was the skylight above his bed. There
was an empty dresser on the left side of the bed, where Finn put his new
clothes into. 
 
The rehab staff took his jeans, sweatshirt and shoes from home and made him put
on the standard white shirt, socks and green sweatpants. They didn’t catch him
slipping the OxyContins into his new pants, though. It was all he had left. He
had to keep them safe. 
 
The floor was wooden. Finn liked that. He couldn’t have stayed here if the
floor was linoleum...
 
There was also a wooden desk in the corner with books and a cup full of
markers. Adjacent to the desk was another door. Different from the one Finn had
come in. A closet perhaps?
 
He opened it and found a tiny windowless bathroom. Just a single sink with two
towels and a loofah resting on it. A porcelain toilet, and a shower stall.
After exploring his new room, Finn tried to walk back out into the hallway of
the residential ward, but found his room door was locked. An automatic system.
Finn pulled on the doorknob for quite some time, before he began to bang on the
door. “HEY! YOU CANT KEEP ME IN HERE! I HAVE RIGHTS! I’M NO PRISONER!”
 
No one ever came to let him out, but there was a voice that filled his room
after a while of him banging on the door. 
 
“They’re not going to let you out.” Finn would have just ignored the voice,
assuming it was the entity who had stolen his soul, but this voice was
different. Muffled. Someone real. “Who’s there?!” Finn called, stopping his
banging and looking around. “It’s me! Room Seven! My name’s Daniel! What’s your
name?” Finn followed the voice toward his bed. “Where are you hiding?!” Finn
demanded. 
 
Daniel laughed, “I’m not hiding! I’m in room seven! I’m talking to you through
the air vent! There’s a vent under the bed on the floor! Try it!” 
 
Finn scooted the bed away from the wall and sure enough found the small metal
air vent. He peered through it but didn’t see any light or anything. Daniel’s
voice was clearer now. Louder. “Did you find it?” Daniel asked. “Yeah.” Finn
said, feeling a little weird that he was talking to the ground. 
 
“My name’s Daniel. What’s your name?” Room seven asked again. “Oh..Finn.” He
admitted. “Like Phineas and Ferb?” Daniel replied. “No. Well yeah. I mean it’s
spelled different. It’s F-I-N-N.” Finn spelled.
“So what are you in for, Finn? Meth? Heroin? Speed? What’s your poison?” Daniel
joked. “Uhhh none of that stuff..I just..I have Oxycontin –“ “Pill popper huh?
Never saw the fun in robbing old ladies of their prescriptions. I used to snort
a few things myself...before I got dumped here. The classic kid drive by.”
Daniel told him, “- But Hey! It’s not so bad. They bring us good food!” He
added.
Finn never did get to meet Daniel face to face. In fact, he never even knew
what he looked like. It never seemed like an important topic to bring up. They
talked all the time over the next few days about different things. Such as what
they were watching on tv, how there were supposedly hidden cameras in their
rooms watching their every move, and how the only time their room doors ever
opened, besides when staff brought them meals, was when a doctor was coming in
to make sure they were still alive.
Even when Finn ran out of his Oxycontin and started to go through withdrawal,
Daniel continued to talk to him even when he was too sick to respond. It was
comforting, knowing he was there. While Finn felt like he was dying, Daniel
talked him through it. He said his last air duct mate, talked him through his
own withdrawal. Finn was under the impression that when he was done with his
withdrawal, he would miraculously feel better. However, he just felt like shit.
A feeling the entity relished. He laughed at Finn. Deep in his mind. No words.
Just dark laughter.
Daniel got discharged on Finn’s fourth day. The worst parts of his withdrawl
were over, but he was still disappointed that Daniel was leaving. He felt like
a friend. On the sixth day of his inpatient detox stay, Finn got a new air duct
mate.  The new kid came in when Finn was watching tv.
Ever since Daniel left, Finn was used to the quiet. The entity didn’t talk to
him when he was in rehab, aside from that dark laughter. So the cussing and
banging from the new kid as he was locked in room seven, instantly gained
Finn’s attention. “OPEN THIS FUCKING DOOR! LET ME OUT OF HERE! I WILL SUE THE
SHIT OUT OF THIS PLACE!” The new kid was yelling.
Finn jumped off his bed and got down by the air duct. “HEY! They’re not going
to open the door!” Finn told the new kid. There was a brief pause before the
kid responded. “Who the fuck said that!?” The kid demanded. Finn smiled. “Me!
Room eight.” It was the start of a new friendship. Finn was willing to help
this new kid, David, through his inhalant withdrawl, but Finn got discharged
the next day.
His parents finally came to take him home. It was a weird feeling going back
home and not having his comfort pills. Even if he did have any OxyContin, he
couldn’t take them. He never got any privacy, doctor’s orders. In fact his
parents took the lock off of his room door, and if he was in the bathroom for
more than a minute or two, his mom would always come knocking to make sure he
was “alright”.
Nick ignored him his first night home, but the next morning Finn woke up to
find Nick’s prized golden skateboard beside his bed. Finn used to skate all the
time before the incident. Nick never skated that much but he won that golden
skateboard in an art contest last year. Finn was so jealous of it and wanted it
badly, but Nick wouldn’t give it to him because he didn’t want him to break it.
Finn tried stealing it one day. Nick was at the store, and Finn had snuck into
his brother’s bedroom to steal it from his closet. It was on the top shelf next
to Nick’s framed winning artwork. As Finn took the skateboard down, it knocked
into the picture, causing the framed work to fall. Finn didn’t want it to
shatter, so in a panic, he tossed the skateboard aside, to catch the drawing in
mid air. He caught the framed drawing fine, but in his haste, the skateboard
flew across the room and smashed into his brother’s tv. Knocking it off the
dresser and breaking the plasma screen.
Finn put the skateboard and framed drawing back on the top shelf of the closet
and shut his dog in his brother’s room making it look like she accidentally
broke the TV. Nick believed it and was so mad at their dog, that he made her
sleep in the backyard that night. Finn never told anybody the truth. He let
that secret burrow in his soul. A bad place to keep secrets when you don’t own
your soul anymore.
***** Hurt *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn has a flashback to his assault.
It was Aisha’s fault. She had dark curly hair down to her shoulders that
covered up the straps of her purple tank top. She was black, but Finn could
still see her dark skin tinge red in anger as she glared at him. Not even the
rectangular framed glasses in front of her brown eyes could block the daggers
she was throwing as she fumed.
She was sitting on the edge of her chair, her pink acrylic nails digging into
the arm rests. She was the most vocal about her distaste for Finn, and he
feared at any moment she would reach out and slap him. As a precaution, he
chose to sit as far away from her as possible, which wasn't very easy
considering the small bus they were in.
Literally a short school bus. It had been gutted and renovated with a plush tie
dye rug running the length and tie dye colored folding chairs. A unique setting
for an outpatient drug therapy session.
There were several short busses painted all different colors behind the youth
drug addiction center. Finn had never noticed them when his parents had dropped
him off for his initial detox stay. After he was discharged, he only got to go
home for a few days, before he had to come back and start his outpatient rehab
recovery sessions, every Saturday morning. Today was his first session and he
was already making enemies.
Aisha hated Finn. She made it very known the moment he had walked in. "Uh,
wrong bus get off!" She had snapped as soon as he walked on. Finn stopped. "Oh
uhh.." He quickly looked down at the folder in his hands he had been given by a
staff member outside. It said he was supposed to report to the tie dye bus.
This was the only tie dye painted bus. The rest of the busses were painted
solid colors, except for one striped one, one spotted one and one rainbow one.
Maybe he was supposed to get on the rainbow one?
"Is this not the tie dye bus?" Finn asked looking up at the five girls giving
him dirty looks. An Asian lady stood up from one of the chairs. She was older
than the girls and clearly the therapist. "Yes, this is the tie dye bus, are
you looking for Mrs. Cambridge?" She smiled. She didn't have an accent. Finn
nodded silently. "Well you found me! So you must be Finn?" She asked. Finn
nodded silently again.
"It's a pleasure to meet you! Please, have a seat in the open chair." Mrs.
Cambridge smiled gesturing toward it. There was only one chair and it was next
to the rude girl who had yelled at him when he first got on the bus. She
gasped, "Oh, hell no! That seat is for the new girl!" The rude one snapped at
him again. "Aisha, what made you assume the new patient coming today was a
female?" Mrs. Cambridge asked her.
The other girls all stared agape between Finn and their therapist. "B-B-But
he's a BOY!" Aisha gasped. "Yeah- that's totally weird." Another girl with dyed
blue hair confessed. What's weird, was her blue hair contradicting her pale
skin. It made her look like a drowned corpse. Finn clutched his folder a little
tighter.
"Does it make any of you girls uncomfortable, that Finn will be joining us?"
Mrs. Cambridge asked. An overweight girl with stringy brown hair just raised
her hand silently with a nod, while Aisha said "Hell yes!" And the blue haired
girl blurted out, "Duh!"
One girl with short black hair didn't answer and just stared at him, but the
last girl, who was clearly the youngest, smiled. "I'm ok with it." She said.
"Thank you, Jenna!" Mrs. Cambridge smiled at the younger girl who couldn't have
been more than 12. The rest of the girls were teenagers.
"It's NOT ok Jenna! He's a BOY! This is the GIRLS bus!" Aisha snapped to the
younger girl.
"This isn't the girls bus! It's the tie dye bus!" Jenna replied before getting
up and going to sit by Aisha, "You can have my seat." Jenna said to Finn.
"Where's the boys bus?" Finn blurted out. Mrs. Cambridge walked over and guided
Finn to his new seat between the black haired girl and herself. "We don't have
male and female busses here. Your program is determined by your mental needs.
This is the tie dye bus for survivors of abuse." "He's NOT staying here!" Aisha
snapped as the blue haired girl just huffed loudly. Finn sat down and gave the
girls dirty looks back.
Mrs. Cambridge directed her attention to Aisha. "Aisha, why don't you tell the
group why you're so uncomfortable with Finn joining us?" She asked. Aisha
glared at Finn, "Because he has a dick, so goodbye!" She snapped. "Well that's
awfully sexist don't you think!?" Finn snapped back. Aisha howled, slamming her
fists down on the chair arm rests as she turned her full attention to him. "The
tie dye bus is for survivors of SEXUAL ASSAULT! So UNLESS some guy FORCED HIS
DICK UP YOUR ASS - you don't FUCKING BELONG HERE!"
The Blue haired girl snickered. "Right?" She added.
The anger Finn had toward them vanished. In its place a haunting feeling.
Horrifying even. Something Finn had never experienced before, happened after
hearing those six damning words. Forced his dick up your ass.
Finn had a terrifying flash back. One that forced his lungs to stop working as
his physical body tensed, his eyes widening and his adrenaline pumping into
overdrive. He couldn't breathe. Couldn't feel. He was THERE. There in that
closet! At the hospital! The bus was gone. The last few months of his life,
flashing back in time to that one moment. The man. The ski mask. The knife. The
words. The man had him against the wall. His arm across Finn’s chest forcing
his back against the wall. His words echoing...
"Now, since I'm such a gentleman, I'll let you choose how this goes. I can
either rape you first and then kill you, or kill you first and then rape your
dead body. Which one would you like?" The man's taunt continued echoing in his
mind.
Tears clouded Finn's eyes back on the bus, in the body he was no longer aware
of. They ran from his widened eyes down both of his cheeks silently, as Finn's
lips trembled before parting slowly. Hushed whispers.
"W-Wh-Why m-meee?" He whispered on to the bus, even though to him, in his mind,
stuck in his flashback, he was talking to the man who had him against the wall.
The ski masked man responded with his taunts, ending with his promise of rape
once more.
Finn sobbed to the pedophile, his cries echoing back to the silent shocked
faces of the girls on the bus who were seeing his mental breakdown. "P-P-Ple-
Please no! Pl-Please don't do that! Don't h-hurt m-meeee!" Finn sobbed out
loud, the tears coming faster.
Then it happened. Oh god. It happened! The man was throwing him to the ground
once more. Forcing himself on top of him. Ripping down Finn’s shorts and
boxers. The stinging grope against his bare ass and then that THING! That hard
erect flesh poking at him. The pedophile trying to force his cock inside of his
rectum. Pressing harder and harder against Finn's taut little anus. Making him
bleed as he forced him open, impaling the frail boy's ass on his dick. Finn
could feel it. The tearing of his asshole, the hot blood. The scorching pain of
his ripped anus igniting the fire of his rectal walls being bludgeoned apart by
the invading phallus. Finn screamed. A new scream of a repressed agony. "S-
STOP! ST-STOP! PL-PLEASE GODDD! TAKE IT OUT! IT HUUURTS! IT HURRTS! YOU’RE
HURTING MEEE! IT BUURRNS! IT FUCKING BUURRNS! PL-PL-PLEASE GET IT OUT OF
MEEEE!" Finn sobbed.
He couldn't allow himself to be raped again. He had to fight back. He had to
get the man off of him! He had to get that thing out of him! And he did fight.
Harder than before. Faster than before. Only this time, he wasn't really
fighting the ski masked man. In his head he was, but when he finally came to
and realized he was still on the bus, it wasn't the ski masked man on top of
him. It was Mrs. Cambridge.
Finn had been hysterical, screaming and begging the ski masked man to get off
of him and stop hurting him in his flashback. The girls on the bus had never
seen anyone have a violent flashback before and they were all scared. The blue
and stringy brown haired girl were crying. The black haired girl was staring
open mouthed and Jenna had called a visibly ashamed Aisha a royal bitch.
Finn found himself on the floor in the corner of the bus. The chairs had been
overturned during his hysteria and Mrs. Cambridge had a bloody nose. "Wh-what
happened? Where am I?" Finn mumbled as Mrs. Cambridge held on to him, trying to
get him to calm down. "You're ok, Finn! Everything's fine! It's me. Mrs.
Cambridge! Remember me? You're at the outpatient youth addiction treatment
center, remember? Everything's going to be ok. You just had a little flashback,
but it's ok. You're here with me. You're safe now. No one's going to hurt you
anymore." Mrs. Cambridge soothed him.
"He just punched you in the face!" Jenna gasped, before turning her attention
back to Aisha. "This is all YOUR fault! Look what you made him do! He had a
mental breakdown because of you!" Jenna shouted.
Aisha mumbled for the first time. "I...I didn't know...I'm sorry... I... I had
no idea any of that happened to you...I'm so sorry!" She blushed before running
off the bus after her uttered apology. Jenna ran after her and the two crying
girls soon followed suit after helping Mrs. Cambridge get up and grab a tissue
for her nose.
Finn stood up having no idea what had just happened. He looked around at the
mess of overturned chairs and wondered why his heart was pounding so fast. It
felt like he had just run a marathon. His knees felt weak and he was kind of
neasous. Was he sweating? He wiped his cheeks with the back of his hand and
discovered it was tears. Had he been crying? He didn't remember crying.
Suddenly he was staring at the only girl left on the bus beside Mrs. Cambridge
who was still tending to her nose. The black haired girl was smiling at him. A
look of excitement and disbelief on her face.
Finn wanted to ask her what was so fucking funny but before he could work up
the words she pointed at him. "Oh my gosh! I know you!" She squealed. "Excuse
me?" Finn snapped, his throat feeling raw. "Tina?" Mrs. Cambridge asked in
curiousity turning to her, but the girl just continued to look at Finn. "You're
Richie! From that clown movie! It! You're Richie Tozier right?! Holy shit,
dude! I loved that movie! Who would have guessed you were so fucked up in the
head in real life?!”
***** Forbidden Fruit *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn's Soul is corrupted
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Finn left the treatment center early after the bus incident and vowed never to
go back. He still didn’t remember exactly what happened, but he knew it wasn’t
good. He felt weird the rest of the day. Almost as if he was In a fog.
Eventually he just went to bed early. He was feeling better the next morning,
so he took his new gold skateboard out for a ride around his neighborhood. He
decided to go to a gas station near his house that sold his favorite chips. All
Dressed flavor. He hadn’t had them in a while. The cashier was a guy named
Kevin who Finn used to see all the time working but hadn’t seen for a few
months, simply because he hadn’t gone.
Kevin took a double take when Finn walked up to the counter with his chips and
a Sprite. “Hey Nic- Finn?! Wow you’re alive?” He stammered.
“Huh?” Finn said. “I-I thought you were dead.” Kevin said. “I’ve been given
Nick free drinks because I felt so bad about your untimely death.” Kevin
admitted. “Who the hell told you I was dead?” Finn asked. “Twitter said you got
murdered.” Kevin said honestly. “MURDERED!” The entity shrieked in Finn’s Head.
Finn had never heard the entity scream before. It scared him so bad, that he
jumped and turned to look behind him, as if someone had just shouted in his
ear. Kevin noticed and blushed looking away from him to scan the chips
silently.
Finn’s heart was still pounding in his ears as he made his way home, crunching
on his chips. He wondered why the entity screamed at him like that. He tried
asking it why but it was strangely silent. He kept the hood on his black
sweatshirt pulled up. He was staring down at his untied shoes as he rode his
skateboard. Skating relaxed him. The vibration of the board under his feet. The
sound of the wheels rolling over the sidewalk. It made him forget about his
problems if only just for a few minutes. The momentary silence in his head.
There was a car Finn didn’t recognize in his driveway. A blue Toyota. Did his
parents have company? No. They were at work. Maybe Nick had company. Why would
he invite someone to come over? Finn didn’t like company. He was thinking of
the best route to sneak upstairs and get to his room without being forced to
interact with any guests.
He didn’t make it to the stairs. She was sitting on the couch and stood up when
he walked in. Finn took off his hood when he heard Nick’s voice. “Hey, there he
is! Look who’s here, Finn!” Finn turned toward the living room and saw Aisha.
Finn’s heart started pounding. HER? What was SHE doing here?! Had she come to
insult him some more? Finn’s face clearly gave away his disgust. Aisha’s cheeks
seemed to turn the same color red as the floral v neck she was wearing over her
denim capris.
“What the hell are you doing here?! How did you find my house you stalker?!”
Finn demanded.
Aisha quickly held out her hand and Finn saw his school ID in it. He stared
down at it, confused. “I found this on the bus. After you left. I went back to
help Mrs. Cambridge clean up and I found this under one of the chairs. It must
have fell out of your pocket or something.” Finn walked up and snatched it out
of her hand. It just had his picture, the school year and his school name.
“This doesn’t even say where I live!” Finn accused. “I know! I went to your
school to drop it off, but it’s Sunday. The school was closed, but I saw some
kids outside and they said they knew you and told me where you lived.” Aisha
said. “What kids?” Finn demanded. “I don’t know! I didn’t ask them their names!
It was a fat white kid and some Asian kid!” Aisha insisted.
Ignoring her, Finn silently turned and started walking up the stairs toward his
room with his ID. He assumed Nick would show Aisha to the door once he left,
but to his surprise, as he was digging through his bedroom closet to find his
backpack, Aisha walked right up behind him. “Is this your room?” She asked.
Finn jumped up and turned around. “What the hell are you doing in here? Did you
follow me up here?!” He spit. Aisha smirked. “Are you always this paranoid?”
She asked him. “Are you always such a stalker?!” Finn snapped back. “Well I
CAME to apologize and give you your ID back!” “Well apology not accepted.” Finn
replied. “Look, you can join our group if you want to, I –“ “I don’t want to
join your stupid group! I’m never going back to that shitty place again!” Finn
told her. “Well you don’t really have a choice.” Aisha said. “To hell I don’t!”
Finn said. “If you don’t complete your out patient program, you'll just relapse
and be a crack head again.” Aisha said. Finn gave her a dirty look. “I’m not a
crackhead!” He said. “Well you’re going to be!” Aisha said. “For your
information, I’ve never smoked crack a day in my life and I don’t plan on
starting!” He said. “That’s what they all say. Hell, that’s what I used say.
The next thing you know, you’re sucking a dick for a hit on a crack pipe.” She
said.
Finn gave his visitor a weary look. She rolled her eyes at the way Finn was
silently judging her. “I’ve never done THAT, but I’m just saying. Whatever drug
you were on –“ “I wasn’t even on drugs! I just took too many OxyContin!” Finn
spit. “OxyContin is a drug. That’s why you have to have a prescription.” Aisha
informed him. “I HAD a prescription!” Finn groaned. “Look, I don’t really care
about your drug problems!” Aisha huffed loudly. “Then what are you even doing
here?!” Finn snapped. “I just came to give you back your shit and apologize for
insulting you yesterday, so blah blah blah. I’m sorry I hurt your precious
little feelings.” She taunted. “You didn’t hurt my feelings!” Finn defended
himself. “Yeah I did, otherwise you wouldn’t have freaked out and started
crying like a little bitch!” Aisha said.
Finn got so angry, he didn’t even know how to verbally respond. The truth was,
he didn’t know why he freaked out. He didn’t remember the so called “flashback”
he had according to Mrs. Cambridge. All he knew was one moment the girls on the
bus were all ganged up and verbally attacking him, and the next moment he was
on the ground in tears with Mrs. Cambridge bleeding over him. Finn must have
had a furious look on his face, because Aisha just smirked. “What are you going
to do? Hit me?” She mocked. It seemed like an invitation. Finn rushed forward
and pushed Aisha toward his bedroom door. “Get out! Just get the fuck out of my
room! Get out of my house!” Finn growled. For some reason, Aisha found his
anger humors. She laughed and continued to mock him in a high pitched voice.
“Get out of my room! Get out of my house! You’re hurting my delicate little
feelings!” She giggled. Finn was getting madder and madder. Aisha planted
herself in Finn’s doorway and refused to move another inch as she continued to
mock him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Finn finally demanded. Why was
she acting like this? Why did she come here just to make fun of him? “I thought
you wanted to apologize?!” Finn questioned. “I DID apologize! Like three times
and you said apology not accepted remember?” Aisha complained. “Fine! Apology
accepted!” Finn spit. “Fine!” Aisha said. “FINE!” Finn repeated. He expected
Aisha to repeat it again louder, just to get the last word, but instead she
leaned toward him and kissed his lips.
A complex rush of feelings soared through his body after she kissed him.
Confusion, fear, embarrassment. Finn blushed. He wanted to ask her what the
hell she did that for, but before he could ask, she kissed his lips again. Just
as quick as the first time. Finn’s heart started beating faster and he realized
he was holding his breath. He let it out in a gust and wanted to back away from
Aisha but his legs wouldn’t work. He wanted her to go away. He wanted her to
stop acting weird and go far away. He wanted to just curl up on his bed and be
alone. She kissed him again. Longer this time. Her lips were soft and she
tasted like sugar. It was a sweet taste. “She likes you.” The entity snickered
in the dark of Finn's mind. “She likes Finn. Don’t go upstairs.” The entity
said. Finn was confused as to why the entity suddenly started to refer to him
in the third person. Then as Aisha’s hands reached up and she started playing
in his hair as she kissed him, he saw something. A picture? No it was moving. A
vision? He could see Nick. Nick was downstairs. Standing at the bottom of the
stairs. He wanted to come upstairs but the entity in his own head was telling
him to stay downstairs. “She likes Finn. Don’t go upstairs.” That was Nick’s
entity. Finn was hearing Nick’s entity. Then he heard the demon say something
that made Finn pull away from Aisha. “Don’t go upstairs. Finn’s going to fuck
her.”
Finn gasped when he pulled away from Aisha, he stumbled backwards and sat down
on his bed. He looked up at Aisha who had a glint in her eyes, shining behind
her glasses. She gave Finn a flirtatious smile as she closed his bedroom door,
and took off her glasses. The questioning look on Finn’s face made her answer
his silent question. “I don’t want to break them.” She said. “B-Br-Break them?
Why would you break them?” Finn asked quickly. His heart was beating so fast it
started to scare him. Was he going to have a heart attack? What the hell was
going on? She giggled. “Who wears glasses when they have sex?” She asked. Sex?
She wanted to have sex? With who? With him? WHAT? Finn was a virgin. He got a
blow job once, from a girl at his school last year, but he had never actually
had sex before.
Somewhere between Aisha saying she wanted to have sex with him, and Finn
panicking about his virginal status, he noticed she was taking her shirt off.
He wanted to jump up and tell her to stop, but there was something inside of
him…something deviant… that wanted her to undress. The entity. It was the dark
spirit hiding in his mind that wanted to see Aisha naked. The demon rendered
Finn’s mouth useless, as he stared at Aisha. She took off her bra the same time
she took off her shirt. She had large breasts. Large to Finn anyway because he
had never seen a girl’s bare breasts before in person. She came toward the bed
and asked Finn If he liked what he saw. Finn knew his eyes were wide at the
site because he had to force himself to blink to keep them from drying out. She
sat down on the bed beside him and Finn’s hands instantly shot up and cupped
her breasts. They were so soft against his palms. Finn’s mouth began to water
and he wanted them in his mouth. He wanted to do everything. Finn wanted to
lick and suck her nipples, taste her pussy and then fuck her on his bed. He was
eager to finally lose his virginity. He couldn’t wait. Then it happened. He was
gone.
The entity took over his soul. “Not for you.” The demon laughed, launching Finn
into a dark abyss. It was similar to when he was in the coma, only this time
all he could see was black and all he could hear was the entity’s laughter.
“What are you doing? What’s happening?!” Finn demanded. “Your soul is mine,
Finn. I can do whatever I want with it.” The demon said. “No! Please – please
put me back!” Finn demanded, desperate to go back to his bedroom with Aisha.
“I’m not done yet.” The demon laughed. “Done WHAT?” Finn gasped. “Fucking your
girlfriend for you.” The demon snickered. The hatred Finn felt for the entity
harboring his soul exploded. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” Finn exploded. This was his
chance! HIS! For once he was about to do something exciting! A life changing
milestone that he couldn’t even experience! Taken away from him. “Your soul is
mine Finn. You died a virgin. I brought you back.” The demon reminded him. “All
of your life pleasures are now mine.....forever.”
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for the late update. Busy with school.
***** Shut up *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn’s inner Demon drives him insane.
Finn woke up later that night. His bedroom was dark. He sat up in bed and
turned on the light. He was alone. He was also naked. He tried to remember what
happened, but all he could remember in his mind was the darkness. Aisha had
kissed him. They went to the bed. He touched her tits, then nothing. Darkness.
Did he really lose his virginity? He didn’t feel any different. Well..maybe he
did. He felt kind of sore. He pulled the blanket back and looked at his penis.
It didn’t look any different...but it did feel a little sore. Like when he
jerked off too hard.
He found his discarded clothes on the floor by his bed and pulled on his boxers
and jeans before going out into the hallway. There was a light on downstairs in
the kitchen. Finn went down the stairs and found Nick staring into the open
fridge. “Where did Aisha go?” Finn asked his brother.
Nick turned to Finn and gave him a dirty look. “What?” Finn asked. “Are you
feeling better?” Nick asked sarcastically. “What?!” Finn asked again. Nick
looked disgusted. “I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume
you’re on drugs again.” “WHAT the HELL are you talking about?!” Finn spit.
“Well for once you’re at a loss for words huh?” Nick snapped. “WH- I don’t even
know what’s going on right now! I just woke up and you’re acting like a fucking
ass-“ Finn started, but Nick cut him off with a gasp, “I’M the ASS?! I don’t
even KNOW you anymore! After that shit you did earlier -“
“What the fuck are you talking about!? What shit did I do earlier?!” Finn
asked, cutting Nick off again.
“What, are you playing crazy now?! You fucking went on this racist ass rant,
cussed that poor girl out and told her to go fucking kill herself! She left in
tears!”
Finn’s face went pale. No way. No fucking way he did any of that! “What? No! I
didn’t! Why would I do that?!”
“Uh, because you’re insane?!”
“When was this!?” Finn demanded trying to remember.
“Earlier! After you were done fucking her for two hours! You can’t treat girls
like that, man! That was so fucked up! When did you become so fucking racist?!”
“What the fuck did I say that was so racist?!” Finn asked. “What DIDN’T you
say?!” Nick growled. He didn’t go into further detail, as their Dad walked in
the kitchen and wanted to know what was going on.
“Nothing!” Nick snapped turning back to the fridge.
“Did you guys have company over while me and your mother were gone?” He asked.
Nick and Finn both denied it.
Finn wanted to call Aisha but he didn’t know her number. He tried finding her
on Facebook, but couldn’t. He had to wait until he saw her again. Next
Saturday. He didn’t really know what happened in his bedroom with her, but he
had to talk to her. He had to ask what happened. It was all that consumed his
mind. Nick had called him racist. What had he said? Did he say something racist
to Aisha? Finn wasn’t racist. He didn’t care that Aisha was black. How could he
have? He had sex with her didn’t he? It was confusing. When he thought about it
too hard, he got a headache.
Miss Kelsey noticed his odd mood that Wednesday and asked him if everything was
ok. She said she heard he had a flashback at his drug program. He shrugged it
off. “I don’t remember that.” He admitted. Miss Kelsey nodded slowly. “I hear
you had a visitor on Sunday.” She said. Finn’s head shot up. “Who told you
that?” He demanded. “Tell me about your visitor. What was her name?” Miss
Kelsey asked. “Nick told you didn’t he? Well whatever he said was a lie! Yeah
she came over but I wasn’t mean to her! I wouldn’t do something like that! I’m
not racist!” Finn said.
Miss Kelsey paused and started digging a notebook out of her bag.
“When was the last time, you visited your primary doctor?” She asked, after
opening the book and grabbing a pen. “Huh? uhhh I don’t know. A few weeks ago,
I guess. Why?” Finn replied.
“Do your parents know you’re having sex?” Miss Kelsey asked.
“What?! No! I mean - NO! I’m not! I- I’m not.” Finn blushed. Was he? Miss
Kelsey could see the confusion on his face.
“Finn, I understand that you’re feeling some pretty....confusing emotions
lately. After a boy goes through something as traumatic as a sexual assault,
it’s common for them to feel like their masculinity is jeopardized. They get
all sorts of confusing feelings about their sexuality -“
Finn’s mouth dropped open. “I’m NOT fucking gay!” He exclaimed in disgust. It
wasn’t his fault! It wasn’t! He wasn’t gay! He didn’t ask for that pedo to do
those things to him! He didn’t want it! He didn’t like it!
“I didn’t like it! It hurt! I’m not a fucking faggot!” Finn spit.
Miss Kelsey had to calm him down. “No one thinks you’re gay, Finn. That’s not
what I was implying-“
“Then what were you implying?!” Finn demanded. “I was just saying that it’s
normal for young men in your position to feel as if they need
to...confirm...their masculinity. They start having sexual relations with
different women and -“
“I’m not doing that!” Finn growled.
Miss Kelsey paused. “Is there anything you want to tell me? You seem upset.”
She asked.
Finn did have something he wanted to tell her.
About the thing....
The thing in his head making him lose his memories.
“Keep your mouth shut, nigger lover.” The demon whispered.
What the fuck?!
It was the entity that was racist!
Finn’s fists clenched.
“Are you mad, I fucked that nigger?” The demon snickered.
“WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU?! YOU RACIST FUCK! WHY WOULD YOU FUCK HER IF YOU HATE HER
SO MUCH?!” Finn exploded, jumping up and grabbing his own hair to tug on.
Miss Kelsey stood up. “Finn?” She asked confused.
“SHUT UP NIGGER LOVER!” The entity shrieked.
Finn growled, pulling on his hair harder.
“YOU SHUT UP! JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP! STOP TALKING TO ME!” Finn screamed.
“NIGGER LOVER! NIGGER LOVER! NIGGER LOVER! NIGGER LOVER! NIGGER LOVER! NIGGER
LOVER!” The demon shrieked in his head, tormenting him.
Finn screamed, dropping down to his knees and covering his ears as if that
would silence the dark force. “SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING
TO ME!” Finn screamed.
The demon didn’t stop.
Finn felt hands on his shoulders. It was Miss Kelsey, down on her knees,
looking in his face. “Finn! Finn look at me! Talk to me! Are you hearing voices
in your head?!” “He won’t shut up! Help me! Help me make him shut up!” Finn
begged. “Oh god! How long have you been hearing these voices?!” She demanded.
The demon was still screaming in his head, making it hard for Finn to hear Miss
Kelsey.
“Make him stop!” Finn pleaded.
“Who Finn? Who’s talking to you?!”
“I’LL KILL YOU! I’LL KILL YOU IF YOU TELL HER ABOUT ME!” The demon boomed.
Finn was scared. Tears welled up in his eyes. He needed help. He needed the
entity out of his head.
Finn’s eyes were full of fear. Miss Kelsey knew he wanted to tell her, but he
was afraid.
“It’s ok, Finn. It’s ok. You can tell me. He won’t hear us.” Miss Kelsey
whispered.
Finn appreciated her attempt to comfort him but it wasn’t working. She changed
her strategy. “Can the voices hear us?” She whispered. Finn nodded silently, a
tear falling down his face.
“How long have you been hearing these voices in your head?” Miss Kelsey
whispered.
The demon was silent now.
“S-S-Si-Since the hospital.” Finn whispered.
“How many voices?” Miss Kelsey asked.
“J-Just o-one.” Finn answered.
“Does he gave a name?” Miss Kelsey asked.
Finn shook his head no.
“What does he say to you?” Miss Kelsey asked.
“...Terrible Things.” Finn admitted.
“Like what?” Miss Kelsey asked.
“I’ll kill you..” The demon growled again.
“....Murder.” Finn whispered.
***** Revelations *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn finds out what really happened between him and Aisha.
There was a pain in Finn’s head. A constant ache that wouldn’t go away no
matter how many aspirin he took. It started after the dream. The strangely
demonic dream he had the night after Miss Kelsey found out about the voice in
his head. She wanted to tell his parents, but Finn begged her not to. She
wanted to put him on anti-psychotics. She said if he took the pills, he
wouldn’t hear the voice anymore.
 
Finn wanted to believe her, but the demon just laughed at his optimism. “You
can’t silence me! I own your soul!” The demon growled. Finn took the
prescription anyway. He kept it in his pocket on his way home that night. He
couldn’t ask his parents to fill the prescription because they would want to
know what it was for. Finn was still nervous that the demon would make good on
his promise to kill him if he told anyone about the voice. Miss Kelsey knew and
he was still alive…but he didn’t know for how much longer.
 
He walked in to his brother’s room that night and silently handed him his
prescription. “What’s this?” Nick asked, looking up from his laptop. He was
laying on his bed with the laptop on his stomach. “It’s just a prescription,
can you fill it for me?” Finn asked. “Give it to Mom!” Nick snapped. “No,
she’ll just ask what it’s for and it’s private! Will you please just fill it
for me?” Finn begged. Nick stared down at the prescription, scrutinizing it.
After a few seconds of silence, Nick smirked. “Did that girl give you crabs or
something?” He asked.
 
“What?” Finn asked confused. Nick sat up on his bed. “Pubic lice. Do you have
pubic lice or something? You know you have to tell someone if you have crabs,
it’s the law. I don’t want to use the same bathroom after you, if you have
pubic lice!” Nick said. Finn snorted in disgust, “I don’t have pubic lice! It’s
nothing like that! It’s for my head..” Finn admitted.
 
“What do you mean?” Nick demanded, placing his laptop aside on his bed. “It’s –
nothing! Will you please just fill it for me?” Finn asked again. “What’s in it
for me?” Nick wanted to know. Finn sighed, “I’ll give you fifty dollars.” Nick
finally agreed and promised to fill it in the morning when the local pharmacy
opened.
That night, after Finn fell asleep, his dream started off relatively normal. He
was practicing his guitar in his bedroom when a string broke. He had extra
strings in his closet. He walked toward the closet but as soon as he opened the
door, he found himself walking into an elevator.
 
The hospital elevator. He turned to get off, but the door had already closed.
The elevator was rising. All of the buttons were lit up, but the elevator
wasn’t stopping on any of the floors. Finn tried prying the doors open with his
hands, but it didn’t help. Then suddenly the elevator plunged into darkness and
stopped moving. “Hello?” Finn called timidly with his heart pounding in his
ears. The demon responded.
“Hello, Finn.” It was eerie. The demon had never invaded one of Finn’s dreams
before. “Wh-what do you want?” Finn demanded. Suddenly the elevator doors began
to open. Someone was clawing them apart. Finn retreated to the furthest corner
of the dark elevator as the doors opened only to reveal more darkness.
 
Then he saw eyes. Two red eyes, glowing in the dark. Seeming to float in the
air. Then he saw the teeth. The stretched sharp teeth. Turned up in an
impossibly wide grin. The figure just grinned at him and it made Finn whimper.
“What do you want?” Finn cried again. The figure didn’t speak. “Who are you?”
Finn asked.
 
The elevator began to shake violently. Then suddenly the snapping of chords
echoed throughout the small shaft and then the elevator was plummeting.
Hundreds – thousands of feet straight down! Finn was screaming. Then he was
falling out of the elevator and landed on the floor of a hospital hallway. THAT
hospital hallway…
Finn quickly stood up. He was alone in the hallway. He had to get out of there!
He ran down the hall but they looped in circles brining him back to that closet
door. Finn couldn’t go in that closet. Anywhere but that closet. The other
doors in the hallway had disappeared. The only one still standing was that
closet. “Go inside.” The demon said. “Fuck you! Why are you doing this to me!?”
Finn cursed. “Go inside.” The demon said again. “FUCK YOU!” Finn screamed. The
door swung open. It looked dark. Finn backed away from it, but the hallway
started to close in on him. Getting smaller and smaller. Finn didn’t care, he
would rather be squished to death than endure that impending rape again. The
demon could sense this, and growled at Finn’s defiance. The entity tried to
drag him into the closet but Finn began to scream so loud, that he woke himself
up.
 
He sat straight up in his bed screaming, and turned on his bedroom light.
Alone. He was all alone. Safe and sound in his bed. He wasn’t in that hospital.
It was just a dream. There was someone knocking on his room door. “Finn? Are
you alright?” His mom. Finn cleared his throat as his pounding heart went back
to normal. “It’s ok Mom. I’m fine.” Finn called. “I thought I heard you
screaming? Can I come in?” She asked. “It’s fine mom! I jus – I had a bad
dream, but im ok.” Finn answered, not feeling like talking. “You sure?” His mom
asked. “I’m FINE!” Finn snapped. After his mom left, he grabbed his phone and
checked the time. 4 am. That’s when he first noticed the ache in his head. The
entity was right. The new medication didn’t work. It didn’t make the voice go
away. The ache wouldn’t go away either.
 
On Saturday, when Finn went to his outpatient drug rehabilitation, he was
disappointed to see that Aisha wasn’t there. He asked the girls if any of them
had her phone number, but for some reason none of the girls wanted to talk to
him. Even Tina seemed to be giving him a dirty look.
 
Mrs. Cambridge noticed the tense atmosphere and asked what the problem was. “We
have a racist among us.” Jenna announced giving Finn a look. “What?” Finn
gasped. “Don’t even! We ALL know what you did to Aisha!” Blue haired girl
snapped. “What are you talking about?!” Finn played ignorant. “Yes, what ARE we
talking about?” Mrs. Cambridge asked. “Finn called Aisha the N word! TO HER
FACE! Then told her to go kill herself!” Jenna announced. “What?! Is this
true?! When was this?” Mrs. Cambridge asked Finn in shock. “That’s not true at
all!” Finn defended himself. “You’re such a liar! She told me! She called me
CRYING after she left your house!” Tina snapped. “Wait! When did you invite
Aisha to your house?” Mrs. Cambridge asked trying to keep up with the
conversation. “I didn’t! She just showed up!” Finn said.
 
“To RETURN your I.D and you just went off on her!” Jenna said. “That’s not even
how it happened!” Finn growled. “Then how DID it happen?” Tina demanded. “She
came over and gave me my I.D and I THANKED her and she – she left and that was
it.” Finn blushed. “That’s not what I heard.” Tina said, narrowing her eyes.
“Well whatever you heard was a lie!” Finn snapped.
 
“Oh, so you didn’t fuck her?” Tina asked, to the gasps of the other girls on
the bus. “WHAT!?” Jenna screamed. All eyes were suddenly on Finn. He didn’t
know what to say. He knew he was blushing deeply. When he didn’t say anything,
Blue haired girl groaned. “Oh my GOD! Why she would sleep with YOU is beyond
me!” She spit. “That is disgusting!” The chubby girl finally joined the
conversation before forcing a gag. “I-I didn’t..” Finn mumbled, but everyone
was already talking over him. It took Mrs. Cambridge nearly twenty minutes to
get everyone to change the subject and concentrate back on the drug therapy
they were there to do. Finn didn’t speak much after that. Aisha told Tina that
they had sex? It must be true then…
 
After their session was over, Finn walked up to Tina and asked her for Aisha’s
number. “Why would I give it to a racist like you?” She asked. “I’m NOT
racist!” Finn said. “Then why did you call her the N word?” Tina demanded. The
demon snickered in his head. “Nigger lover.” Finn clenched his fist. “I am NOT
a racist! HE is a racist! HE’S the one who called ME a – a – oh it doesn’t
matter!” Finn said. “Who?” Tina asked. “It doesn’t matter! Can I please just
have her number? I want to call and apologize.” Finn said. “Apologize for what?
Having a small dick?” Tina laughed. “What?” Finn mumbled. Did she say that? Did
Aisha say he had a small dick?
 
“She told me everything!” Tina snickered. “Wh-what else did she say?” Finn
asked softly. Tina grinned, crossing her arms. “That your dick was so small she
could barely feel it and you growled like a rabid dog the entire time.” She
informed. “What else?!” Finn demanded. Tina shrugged, “She asked you to pull
out, and you didn’t and after she got mad that you came in her, you called her
the n word and told her to go kill herself.” “Why would I do that?” Finn asked
more to himself than her, but Tina answered anyway. “Maybe because you come
from a racist family and felt bad that you slept with a black girl?” Tina
offered. “My family isn’t even racist!” Finn snapped. Tina shrugged again.
“Then maybe you were just embarrassed that you have a little dick.” “I don’t!”
Finn growled.
 
Tina glanced down at Finn’s shorts. “Show me.” She said. Huh? Why would she ask
that?! Did Tina like him like Aisha liked him? What the hell was going on here?
Finn looked around the empty bus. Everyone else had already gone. Finn didn’t
know what to say. Tina just rolled her eyes. “I knew it was little!” She
groaned, pushing past him. “Wait!” Finn cried. She paused. “If- If I show you,
will you give me her number?” Finn asked.
 
Tina smirked. “I guess.” Finn’s heart was pounding as he reached down into his
shorts. By passing his boxers, he wrapped his hand around his flaccid dick,
which flexed as he realized what he was about to do. He was expecting the demon
in his soul to take over any moment, but it remained docile. Tina’s eyes were
wide as she stared down at Finn’s actions.
 
The feel of the cool air rushing over Finn’s exposed cock, as he pulled it out
of his shorts to show Tina, made him shiver. He couldn’t look at her face. He
felt like he was going to blush again. After a few seconds of silence, Finn
finally got enough courage to glance up at her. She was smirking. Finn put his
dick back into his shorts, even though his newly formed boner was causing a
small tent in his shorts. “Hmph.” Was the only noise Tina made.
 
“C-Ca-Can I have her number now?” Finn muttered. Tina pulled out her phone and
scrolled through her contacts silently. Finn grabbed his own phone and as soon
as Tina started rattling off numbers, Finn added them as a new contact. Before,
Tina got off the bus though, she glanced over her shoulder at Finn and grinned.
“By the way, you have a really nice cock.”
 
She left, leaving Finn to sink back into the nearest chair. Her words left Finn
feeling dizzy. What the hell was going on? He was shaking when he dialed
Aisha’s number. She didn’t answer, but the sound of her voice on the answering
machine made Finn’s heart pound. He didn’t leave a message.
***** The Letter *****
Chapter Summary
     Finn receives a threatening letter in his mailbox.
Finn always got fan mail sent to his house. He had no idea how these random
people all over the world knew his home address. Never the less, he was always
finding fan mail addressed to him in their mailbox.
The first few times, his parents were horrified that these fans knew their
address and they were returning the letters to the post office to complain.
After several weeks of the same thing they eventually just gave up and started
leaving the letters on the junk mail pile in the house.
That’s when Finn first started reading them. That was after Stranger Things
first aired. They doubled in size after what happened at the hospital. His mom
usually tossed the mail aside on to the kitchen counter with the other junk
mail, but today there wasn’t any.
She must not have gotten home yet. Finn went outside to the mailbox and saw
that it was full as always. He took the stack out and was shifting through the
mail trying to figure out which ones had his name on it. There were six
addressed to him from locations all over the world. The envelopes decorated
with hearts and stickers. Fan mail. He secretly enjoyed reading them. It made
him feel happy. His smile instantly fell when he got to a bright green letter.
A single envelope with no addresses or stamp on it. Just one word written
across the front of the green envelope in smudged black ink. “FROGGY”
Finn’s heart sank. He actually whimpered aloud when he saw it. His hand frozen
on the envelope. He looked around his street. Empty. No one was watching him.
Finn’s heart was pounding as he dropped the other letters onto the ground and
used his shaky hands to open the letter addressed to “Froggy”
A single half sheet of lined notebook paper. The ink similarly smudged like on
the outside.
“Get ready to Ribbit for me again, Froggy.”
Finn got so ill after the reality of the letter sunk in, that he fell to his
knees after he read it. His hands too weak to hold on to the threatening
letter; released it to get carried by the wind down his driveway.
He couldn’t breathe. The letter’s contents burning in his brain.
He cried out, then vomited just as his front door opened.
He could hear Nick.
His brother was suddenly bending down next to him, asking him if he was ok and
to tell him what happened, but Finn couldn’t.
He was beyond terrified.
The letter.
The man.
He knew where he lived.
How did he know?!
The police said the man wouldn’t know!
They lied!
He was here!
He came here!
The pedophile!
He left that letter!
The same man who did those horrible things to him in that closet!
That monster!
The pedophile who raped him!
“H-Hel-Help m-mm-me!” Finn cried to Nick as he reached for him blindly. He was
hyperventilating.
He was coming back for him!
The man was coming back to finish him off for good!
“What happened?! You’re fucking having a panic attack! What happened?!” Nick
was asking, trying to help Finn to his feet.
All Finn kept repeating was help me as Nick brought him inside. Finn was
doubled over on the living room floor by the couch trying to sip a cup of water
Nick brought him but he just couldn’t do it. His tears were making it
impossible to swallow anything.
His whole body was shaking.
He hadn’t been this terrified since he was in that closet.
In a way it felt like he was back in that closet.
Only the closet was his house now.
He felt boxed in.
No where to run.
No safe place to hide.
His house was compromised.
The man...
The ski masked man...
He could come in any moment and do whatever he wanted to him.
Violate his most sacred places, once more.
Fucking him so hard, he bleeds again.
So much blood.
The blood.
The pain.
The agony.
The shame.
That hard thing....
Dick.
Finn couldn’t do that again.
He couldn’t take dick again.
Not like that.
Not being forced into him again like that.
“He’s going to make you his bitch.” The demon whispered, traumatizing Finn
further.
“P-please! P-p-please n-no! Pl-please don’t let him hurt me again! He-help!
Help m-meee! Please help me!” Finn sobbed.
“I’m trying! I’m trying! Who’s going to hurt you?! Did someone threaten you?!
Is he outside?!” Nick asked.
Finn had actually been talking to the demon. Would the demon protect him from
the man?
“H-he’s... he’s gonna hu-hurt m-me!” Finn just sobbed.
 
The mere thought of being forcibly ass fucked again, made Finn’s healed
internal stitches start to ache again.
Oh, god.
Not that.
Anything but that!
Nick ran outside looking for a mysterious man who possibly threatened his
brother.
After seeing the mail spilled all over the driveway, he deduced that whatever
upset his little brother was one of them. He found the green envelope, but not
the letter that was inside. He didn’t know what Froggy meant. “Finn knows what
it means.” Nick’s entity said. “What does it mean?” Nick asked.
“Ask Finn.” The entity replied.
Finn just started sobbing harder when Nick brought the envelope inside and
showed him it. Nick knew then, whatever upset Finn, came in that envelope.
“What was in here?!” Nick demanded.
Finn just sobbed.
“Did some one threaten you?!” Nick asked again.
Finn nodded.
“What did they say?!” Nick demanded.
“Rrrrrrr...rrrrrr...rrrriiibbit.” Finn choked.
Nick was confused. “Ribbit?” He said bewildered. Why would that word upset Finn
so much? Finn threw his hands over his ears. “NOOO!” Finn screamed, “DON’T SAY
THAT!”
Nick bent down next to Finn and put his hand on his frightened brother’s back.
“Finn, talk to me. What does that mean?!” Nick asked.
“It...y-y-you wou-wouldn’t understand!” Finn cried, gasping.
“Please tell me.” Nick begged.
“H-he...the...the man...the...the hospital....he....he ma-made meee. He...he
made me.....say that. He made me say th-that while he was hurting me.. Wh-en he
was...pu..put..putting it inside of me.” Finn cried to Nick, “He made me.” He
added but couldn’t say anything else after that. He was blushing as he sobbed ,
ashamed of his confession to his big brother.
Nick had never talked about Finn’s rape before. In fact, he never actually knew
the details. He knew his brother had been raped. That much was clear when he
first saw the naked video of Finn on his Twitter. The one the pedophile had
uploaded of Finn’s shorts down around his ankles and the semen and blood
smeared across his little brother’s butt cheeks. It angered Nick to think about
what that man did to his brother. Every time he thought about it, he got madder
and madder.
He knew the rape was so violent that Finn had to get stitches in his colon,
rectum and anus to close up the rips and tears the pedophile had left behind.
It made Nick sick to think about anyone - let alone that man- violating his
baby brother like that.
Hearing Finn’s latest confession, infuriated Nick even further. That son of a
bitch made his brother say that?! Why?! Because he thought he looked like a
frog?! Nick’s hands turned into fists. How dare he?! How dare that man have the
audacity to put an innocent kid through that, just because of the way he
looked?!
Finn was so innocent and sweet before he was raped. Nick hated thinking about
the changes in his brother but he couldn’t deny them anymore. The ski masked
man had ruined Finn’s life. The ski masked man had ruined all of their lives,
the day he put his filthy hands on his little brother! Nick stood up and
punched the wall, howling in anger as the memory of Finn’s brutal rape flooded
his mind.
Nick’s outburst scared Finn, who curled up further into a ball and shrank back.
“I-I’M SORRY!” Finn sobbed thinking Nick was mad at him. Nick’s anger
diminished as he saw his little brother cowering in fear. He looked so broken
down and defeated. Nick sunk back down by Finn’s side and made him sit up to
face him, so he could hug him.
Nick let Finn’s curly head rest on his shoulder as he hugged his brother close
to him. “I’m not mad at you Finn! I could never be mad at you! I’m just..i’m
mad at that man for hurting you! I just....fuck! I want to kill him! I do! I
want to kill that mother fucker for what he did to you!” Nick growled, holding
his brother tighter. Nick felt tears of anger sting his eyes.
Finn sniffed a few times, enjoying the feeling of his brother’s protection. “Me
too.” Finn confessed, wishing he could kill that pedophile as well for ruining
his life.
The entities in both their heads questioned them at the same time.
“Do you really?”
Both Finn and Nick silently shook their heads yes.
The demons snickered, making another offer.
This one for revenge.
“That can be arranged....”
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