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Creators=Toby Harvard, Toby Harvard / Genre=Horror / runtime=1 H 36 m / / Stephen McHattie / Norval's life has been, to put it lightly, difficult. Currently living home with his mother, the troubled young man is coming off alcohol-related struggles. So when he receives an unexpected letter from his estranged father requesting a visit, Norval catches a bus up to his dad's secluded and scenic waterfront home. Maybe reconnecting with his father will give Norval the emotional fulfillment he's been lacking. Before long, though, he notices something off about his dad, an uneasy feeling triggered by inappropriate comments and a possible over-dependence on booze. Norval quickly realizes that his hope of father/son bonding is doomed. Instead of a family reunion, he finds himself in waking nightmare.

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Come to daddy trailer. Ill play this song in the background of my late night illegals. Come to daddy wiki. 1995 first time i've heard this. When my age 13 years old. Times fly fast. She's a queen of comedy movies. Long story!! Just happened recently. So I haven’t been into the dating scene and only had one boyfriend for about four years. I’m completely vanilla, never tried a single kinky thing. Been single up to a year. The quarantine hits and the last day of school in college, some guy I barely talked to twice in class shoots his shot and asks me for my number after the professor announces classes will be going online soon. He was smooth and genuine about it so I gave it to him. Now we get to chatting for up to a week and I decide we’re hitting things off well texting and some calls. Sadly we can’t really go out on a actual date. The next Friday I tell him I’ll be working out but free after to go on a house date to walk his dog since everything is closed. We walk his dog and hit things off pretty well like our phone conversations. He asks about the workout and I tell him my legs are sore. When the walk is over, “Joe” flirts and offers to give me a good leg massage and I’m feeling a bit daring so I agree. We head back to his place and he tells me to get comfortable so I look at him and shyly go for my clothes. At this point, I’ve been horny without sex for a year and proceed to strip for him knowing he’s a bit surprised. But he doesn’t say anything yet. I lay down on my stomach and watch as he silently dims the light and brings over the lotion. Finally, when he settles near me he calls me beautiful and says he likes the sexy curves on my body. It was amazing. At first, his hands on my legs felt cold but before long the places he massaged over became warm. Joe massaged my legs with the lotion as I sighed and told him how good he was with his hands. He said he just wanted to please me and that he was planning on taking things slow but I told him We were adults and that I was feeling the vibes from our conversations. When he touched my ass, i jolted and moaned. He grasped my cheeks hard, giving it a small slap and then softly as he rubbed the lotion over it. Then he kept massaging over my back and even my arms. Joe massaged everywhere as I lay there sighing to how good his cold hands felt against my skin. When he was done massaging me, he took off his clothes and pulled me toward him so we faced each other. We stayed there for about thirty minutes, lightly talked more about ourselves and just ran our hands across each other’s bodies. He mentioned he wasn’t into vanilla sex and more of a kinky kind of guy. It was more like a warning since he said I seemed young and inexperienced. I didn’t totally understand what he meant but he said he’d like the dom and sub stuff and enjoyed intense degrading to the point of getting his partner dirty and defiled but with sweet aftercare. I was interested so I told him to try it on me since I’ve only ever been vanilla. He agreed. Joe was very hairy and I liked the hairy feel of his beard and chest. I stroked his beard, his shoulders, chest, arms in wave like motions as he did the same to me. He kept saying he liked the way I touched him and that my voice was fucking music to his ears that he’d feeling like cumming already. When he leaned in to kiss me hard, the touching got more intense. My hands flew to his cock, hard and erect against my stomach. His hand flew to my pussy and began to finger me as we kissed. After a while, joe grabbed one of my legs and began to rub and tease his cock over the entrance as he bit my neck. He leaned down and kept asking me how I liked to be pleased. I told him to suck on my nipples. He whispered that he wanted to be sweet before he treated me harsh and dirty, asking me if I liked dirty talk or minded it. I just agreed and he licked my nipples, bit, and sucked on it hard. Before long, we were kissing again and I moved toward to suck his nipples. His gruff moans made me more wet and excited so I moved down to slide my tongue across his stomach while my hands rubbed over his arms. I slid my tongue down to his cock and licked it like a lollipop. I licked up and down until I went for his balls and sucked on it. I kept repeating it until I stuck his whole cock inside my mouth. My hands massaged his balls as I plunged his cock inside my mouth. He was moaning words like “Fuck you’re so amazing. My little cock sucking slut. ” I wanted to make him cum and drink it but he lifted me up so that my pussy was on his face. Joe made sure I was sitting on his face as he sucked my clit and pussy. I stayed on top of him until I came on his face and was shaking with tan intense orgasm. He waited. Joe took me and threw me against the bed so my ass was facing him. His cock slid in with my ass facing toward him until he was deep inside my pussy. He didn’t even use a condom so I told him but he said he didn’t have any and that he could stop but he was already inside and moving. At this point I didn’t care anymore because his cock felt so fucking good, big and perfect size so I let him fuck me without a condom. All I could thinking about was the raw feel of him actually inside me, turning me on even more. He kept fucking me until his hand went to my neck. “Do you like getting choked? ” “I dont know. ” “Is it okay if I choke you? I only want to hurt you good. ” When I agreed, he fucked me harder and choked my neck. It was the best feeling in the world as his cock was pounding me but I could barely breathe, just barely moan as he kept pounding me and choking me. The whole time, I was reaching back and scratching his arms to pull him deeper for more. His finger went inside my ass, “You ever get fucked in the ass? ” When I said no, he asked if I was interested but I only said I was scared because my ex tried sticking it in and it hurt. He said he would prepare me unlike my stupid ex who didn’t use lube. I said I’d try because I secretly just wanted to do a bunch of sexy and crazy shit I’ve never done and he was giving it to me. Joe separated his cock and I was already aching to have him fuck me again. I wasn’t sure what was happening but he just returned with his cock inside my pussy. I moaned as he rocked his hips into my ass. But now something cold was touching my ass. He poured lube over my asshole and gave me a good rim job. Then, he fingered my ass as he fucked my pussy hole. As he kept fucking me, he stuck in a butt plug and moved the plug at the same time. It felt so fucking good having both of my holes being filled, I couldn’t describe it much but just moan and call out his name over and over again. He kept telling me how much he loved my sexy voice and that “You’re too tight right now so I’ll leave the plug in you but before you leave tomorrow I’m gonna fuck you in the ass, okay?... me you want me to fuck you in the ass and beg for it. ” I was so into the moment because I never had such good mind blowing sex before with my ex that I rocked against him and said “yes please daddy, fuck me in the ass. ” He fucked me faster and before he came, he moved and turned me so he could come all over my face. After that, he just spent a while licking my pussy while I lay on my back until I came again. We finally slept while just running our hands over each other casually as he said it was the most satisfying sex he’s had in a long time. I admitted it was the best sex I ever had since I only had one bf. and in the middle of the night, I felt him touch me again when I was still sleepy and confused. He kept massaging me so that my whole body was relaxed for a long time. “Remember how I said I was gonna fuck you in the ass before you left? ” All I could do was sleepily Say yes and blink at him through the dark. When I said yes, his cock slid in my pussy without preparation or warning but I got wet for him quickly. I was moaning and shaking my hips to his thrusts. The butt plug was still inside me so he kept moving it as he fucked me. He reached for the lube and turned me over my stomach. The lube was cold as it dripped against my ass and the plug. He moved the plug and began to massage my ass and lick and finger it intensely. I’m not sure when but I was so relaxed that I felt something bigger go in my ass, like a dildo. He had a suitcase full of stuff!!! I didn’t think he was that serious about being a dom. After he said it was a dildo, he fucked me in the other hole with his cock again. He kept sliding the dildo inside my ass, it was the strangest feeling but I couldn’t help but feel dirty in a good way that this was happening. All my holes were being filled. He moved the dildo and I knew what was coming next because I felt his hot cock over my ass entrance. “Relax and spread your ass for me. ” I did. He poured more lube and began to fuck me in the ass. Slow at first until his entire length filled inside. And then he went fast and a little hard but it was so tight for him to move. “You like it? My little anal slut. ” He kept fucking me and I was pretty much screaming so he had to cover my mouth so his roommates wouldn’t hear but I was sure they already heard everything. Joe pounded my ass until he came, his cum dripping from my ass. Best kinkiest sex of my life, I’m too shy to even tell my friends that I got fucked in the ass:0.

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“Gun it! ” James shouted. The panic in his widening eyes told me everything I’d needed to know. We’d been losing ground since getting caught too far away from home. We’d gotten too comfortable, and now we were going to pay the price for it. James took a deep breath, lowered his face to the handlebar of his bike, and with a renewed vigor, darted ahead of me. Risking my own glance back, I saw exactly what had put the fear of God into James’s eyes. Ricky A sneer ran across the boy’s face. It was more befitting of a rampaging bull. He’d closed the gap in the distance over the last few minutes and was coming in fast. There would be no escape from his wrath. A mere two blocks away from the safety of home, I could see the window of the living room in the distance. The glimmer of hope in my heart was extinguished when I felt a hard shove against the handlebar of my bicycle. The force of it sent me careening straight into the grill of a Ford Explorer parked on the side of the road. There was no time to hit the brakes, swerve, or otherwise bail to avoid the collision. The impact of the crash sent me airborne over the handlebar. I landed hard on the sidewalk pavement. My head bounced off the concrete, making my teeth click together. Dozens of little fireflies buzzed around at the edge of my vision. I regretted not wearing my bike helmet like my mother told me to do all the time. It was a miracle I hadn’t been hurt worse. Aside from a few cuts, scrapes, and the fresh new lump on the back of my head, I was okay, at least for the time being. Being a ten-year-old runt of a kid, I still bawled my eyes out, more out of the fear than the pain. “Shut your fucking mouth, crybaby! ” Ricky roared in my face. His breath smelled like garlic and onions. Tiny splatters of spittle landed on my nose. I didn’t dare move. Ricky wound his hand back and slapped me square across the left side of my face. The world went dark for a moment, and the fireflies gave way to stars. My left ear rang. My face stung and then burned. If Ricky had used his fist, I would have been knocked out cold. “Stop it, Ricky! ” James screamed from behind us. Ricky, like a shark smelling blood, turned at the sound of James’ voice. Without a word, Ricky grabbed James by his shirt and pulled it over his head then whirled him around like a rag doll. When he grew bored of this, he decided James was a prime candidate for a powerbomb. He picked him up high over his head and slammed him on his back onto the grass. James' body thumped, and then there was an oomph sound that came out of him. He laid still after. The air had been knocked out of his lungs. Ricky gave him no chance to recover. He straddled James and pummeled him like a human punching bag. To his credit, James fought back as valiantly as he could. He lifted a pathetic hand at his face and grabbed his clothes. Ricky put an end to James’ resistance with a punch into the abdomen once again, knocking the air from my poor friend’s lungs. He gasped for precious air while Ricky continued his onslaught of slaps and punches. If I hadn’t stepped into the line of fire to help James, I don’t know what would have happened. Rising to my feet, I charged at Ricky like a football player stalking an unsuspecting quarterback whose vision was focused solely downfield. At least that's how it felt in my mind. In actuality, it was more like a mini-pincher running into a battleship. I swung my fist, without even looking at where I was hitting, and managed to land a punch squarely on Ricky’s nose. Time slowed. Ricky’s turned to me, and we locked eyes. There was no compassion there. No trace of humanity. It was a void in the lowest circle of Hell. Ricky brought his hand to his nose, then pulled it away for inspection. There was blood on his fingertips. It dripped from his nostrils onto his upper lip. Ricky licked the blood from his lip, then reached out and grabbed the front of my t-shirt. I’d made an enormous mistake… Ricky concluded the worst beating of my life by adding insult to injury. He snorted, building up a collection of phlegm in the back of his throat, and then spit it into my face. For good measure, he smeared it all over my eyes, nose, and mouth. Satisfied with a beating well given, Ricky kicked James in the ribcage before getting his bike and riding away. Embarrassed, bruised, and broken, we cleaned ourselves up as best we could. My t-shirt had been torn almost completely off. It hung loosely around the neck area where Ricky had stretched it out. It was stained with all the colors of the rainbow too. Grass stain green. Blood red. Dirt brown. Phlegm with a twinge of yellow. There was no saving the shirt. Yanking it off, I tossed it on the ground next to where my broken bicycle rested. Lifting off the ground, the front wheel was a twisted mess of metal. The tire had blown too. James and I walked our bikes home the remaining two blocks without uttering a single word to the other. There was nothing to talk about. It also hurt too much to talk. Instead of heading to my house, we went to James’. His mother was a lawyer and stayed at the office late most nights. We had plenty of time to clean ourselves up. James could hide out in his bedroom for the rest of the night without having to tell his mother what happened. At least, not until the morning. Perhaps, his bumps and bruises would be gone, and there wouldn’t be a fuss. If I stayed at James’ house until the latest possible time, I could avoid seeing my parents. They'd be in bed when I got home if luck was on my side. Judging by how the rest of the day had done, it obviously wasn’t. After showering, borrowing some of James’ clothes, and sharing some leftover pizza, we sat down for the rest of the night to watch some television until the clock hit ten. Having stayed out half an hour past curfew, I stood from the couch and told James I was heading out. Enthralled with my own thoughts and with the television, I hadn’t noticed James had been crying. When I asked him what was bothering him, he didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. With bloodshot eyes and a bit of snot on his nose, he walked me to the door and told me to wait a moment. He looked out the window in the direction of Ricky’s apartment at the end of the block. Satisfied that we would be safe, James opened the door and bid me farewell. I grabbed the ruined bicycle from the lawn and walked in the direction of home. Having moved into town and into the neighborhood only a few months before, I hadn’t dealt with Ricky for as long as James and the rest of the neighborhood kids had. At the time, I couldn’t wrap my head around the idea of having to live in terror. Each time I stepped out of the house unaccompanied by an adult, there was a target on my back. It wasn’t until the events earlier in the day and seeing James’ breakdown that I understood the severity of the problem. James had warned me about Ricky when we first met. We both happened to be tossing out the trash at the same time. James said hello to me and asked me my name. The conversation continued from there, and in a matter of moments, we’d become friends. During our first meeting, James continued to look over his shoulder at the apartment, furthest away from us. When I asked him why he was doing it, I learned about Ricky for the first time. For some reason, I didn’t take it seriously. Being a kid, I thought James might have been exaggerating or trying to make sure I didn’t become friends with someone else. It was a child’s logic. Flawed and wholly underestimating. Upon arriving at home, I tossed the bicycle onto the lawn and trudged up the stairs. The door had been left unlocked for me. The apartment was dark inside except for the light over the stove. Mom and Dad had gone to bed. It gave me a free pass to my bedroom without having to get questioned about my change of clothing or the apparent beating I'd taken. Making sure I didn’t make too much noise, I grabbed a Coke out of the fridge and took it with me into the bedroom. I held it against my face, and it felt cold. I cracked it open and enjoyed the sting of the carbonation in the back of my throat and the sugary sweetness on my tongue. There was a knock on my door. I scrambled under the covers to hide the fact I was wearing James’ over-sized clothes. Dad opened the door and asked me why I’d come home so late. Having discussed it with James earlier, I responded by telling him I’d crashed my bicycle into a parked car, which was half the truth of it. I lied about what happened. My mother would have freaked out and made it a huge deal if she had found out what happened. She would want to speak with Ricky’s mother. It would only get worse than with Ricky. Running home and telling your mommy and daddy was something only a sissy did. Tattle-telling would only make it worse. It wouldn’t be something you did if you wanted to continue having friends. Back in those days, bullying wasn’t taken as such as serious issue as it is now. There were no awareness campaigns, online petitions, or hiding behind the teacher’s or mommy’s skirt. Everything is chalked up to the classic “boys will be boys” thing, and no one would give it a second thought. Dad asked if I was okay, and I told him I was fine except for a few bumps and bruises. He laughed then made a joke about parked cars just coming out of nowhere. I laughed even though it wasn’t funny and told him my bicycle had been ruined. He replied by saying he would check it the next morning and see what he could do. He said good night and shut the door. I didn’t sleep much that night. Every time I closed my eyes, an image of Ricky’s sneering face hovering above me with a fist would invade my mind. I imagined myself throwing him off me and pounding him into submission. I’d be the hero of the neighborhood. It was an empowering thought. One which gave me comfort and lulled my restless mind into slumber. For the rest of the summer, Ricky continued terrorizing James and me every chance he got. We managed to escape on our bikes most of the time. Dad got me a new one after seeing the damage to the old one. If we couldn’t make it home, we managed to find the closest adults in the area and hang around them until Ricky gave up waiting. He circled, waiting for an opening until he grew frustrated and left. There was always another target out there. We reached a point where James and I didn’t even want to go outside anymore. We spent day after day at James’ apartment playing Sonic the Hedgehog on his Sega Genesis until we got sick of it. He only had one game, after all. With his mother gone most of the day, we had the apartment to ourselves for the entire summer, but it soon lost its appeal. We would prefer to have been outside playing with other kids or exploring the woods near the end of the apartment complex. Cowering in fear became a miserable existence. In hiding from Ricky, we were also hiding away from living. We were prisoners under threat of harm for merely stepping outside our homes. With fall slowly approaching, school would be starting soon. There would be plenty of time spent indoors through winter. After beating Sonic the Hedgehog for what felt like the two thousandth time, James walked over to the television and turned it off. He turned back to me, and with a smirk on his face, said, “Let’s go to the pool. ” James followed me home and waited outside for me while I grabbed my bathing suit and towel. Once we were ready, it was off to the community pool. For the first time in a long time, I felt alive again. The sun’s warmth kissed my skin once more. The air smelled like freshly cut grass. It all seemed so surreal to wander so far from home. Even as I enjoyed my new found freedom, there was still a weight on my shoulders. In the pit of my stomach, there was a nervousness that made me feel nauseous. James must have felt it too. Every couple of moments, one of us looked over our shoulders to check if Ricky was following. Even as we felt brave enough to venture outside the vicinity of our homes, we weren't stupid. James led the way off the beaten path through side streets, trails in the woods, and riding along the bank of the creek running through the neighborhood. While it took us much longer to reach our destination, Ricky wouldn’t have been in these areas. It was as safe as we could get. We arrived at the community pool safely. There were other boys and girls at the pool we knew from the neighborhood and school. It was beautiful to see another face besides James' and my parents. We spent the morning and afternoon horsing around with everyone. We played Marco Polo, wrestled with each other while sitting on the shoulders of the bigger kids, and got ice cream when the truck stopped outside the gated pool. The only damper on the day had been the discussion about Ricky’s recent activities in the neighborhood. We hadn’t been the only victims of his reign of terror. The Monahan sisters I'd met earlier in the summer both sported bob cuts rather than the long golden blonde hair I remembered. Ricky had put gum in their hair and spread it to the point where it was easier to cut than try to save. Dave Johnson and Mike Collect both had bruises on them courtesy of a Ricky beating. Comparing our scars and sharing the stories about what happened to them brought me back down from the high of happiness. It was oddly comforting to share Ricky stories with the rest of the boys and girls. To know we weren’t alone helped. The stories put a slight damper on an otherwise perfect summer afternoon, but we wouldn’t allow it to ruin the rest of the day. It was the most fun I’d had in weeks. I remember laughing and carrying on like a maniac. The adults are the pool seemed annoyed with us. We paid them no mind. Summer was approaching its end, and the pool would be closed after Labor Day weekend. The day had been so incredibly run and refreshing; we didn't want to leave until the very last minute. It was evening by then, and the lifeguard had to kick us out. We said our goodbyes and went off in different directions homeward. James and I were the only kids going in our direction. In our elated state of being, we didn’t think to retake the proper precautions. We rode our bikes through the street, making the direct line back home. It was a mistake which two decades later I still think about. If we hadn’t been so careless, everything could have turned out differently for everyone. Ricky was waiting for the pool to close. He was in the perfect spot to get the jump on us without being seen. We didn't stand a chance against him. The attack came swiftly and out of nowhere. James had been talking about going on vacation with his mother when I heard a bike approaching along beside me. It only took the briefest glimpse to know how fucked we were. Ricky didn’t even bother with me. James was his target. He tried to peddle away faster from Ricky, but the distance between them was closed within moments. Ricky tried to grab the handlebars of James bike, but he drifted away from Ricky to the opposite side of the street. Ricky followed like a heat-seeking missile on target to destroy. James jumped the curb, nearly missing his target in the process, and avoided colliding with the cement. He peddled to the space between the apartment buildings. While peddling through grass would be difficult, if he made it to the main street of the complex, Ricky wouldn’t be able to hurt us without some passerby in a car seeing him do it. The plan would have succeeded if James had been alone. Unfortunately, I was there to ruin it. Instead of following James through the grass area, Ricky circled around and came for me. The world stopped. The sun, the clouds, and everything else ceased to exist. I froze. I did nothing but watch and wait. Ricky descended upon me like all the plagues of Egypt at once. This time around, the beating would be several months overdue, and Ricky needed to make sure I paid for it with interest. I remember hearing James shout. He sounded far away like words echoing through the last moments of a dream. Then the first punch landed. It felt like someone hit the off switch on my body. My legs gave out. My vision blurred. Then I hit the pavement. Ricky said something which didn’t sound like English. It didn’t matter. The second punch landed, and consciousness abandoned me. “You alive? ” James asked. Opening my eyes, I saw James' face except it was like it was made of red meat balloons. Dried blood covered the edges of his nose. His lips were split and swollen. Despite his injuries, he managed a smile. I noticed he had two fewer teeth in his mouth. He thought Ricky had seriously injured me, which he had, but James was afraid the damage was more severe than it was. Even as James spoke, I couldn't focus on his words. All I could see was the damage done to him. He was holding a dirty towel around his waist. It looked like someone dragged it through the mud. The parts without dirt were bloodied. It dripped water to the grass. James also didn't have a shirt on. His chest was bright red with marks from Ricky's punches and slaps. I couldn't answer him when he spoke to me. The taste of copper in my dried out mouth was nauseating. A sharp ache pulsed in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the source of the paid and found one of my teeth was loose. Slowly, my mind began to catch up with the extensive damage done to me, and also to the fact that I was completely naked. “Why am I naked? ” I asked. “And why am I soaked? ” James swallowed hard before answering. “Ricky pissed on you, ” James said with a sigh. “After he ripped off our bathing suits and tossed all our stuff into the creak. I got my towel and your t-shirt. ” He offered me a hand and helped me stand on my unsteady feet. A dizzy spell nearly sent me back to the ground. James held me up and let me rest a moment before handing me the t-shirt. I flipped the t-shirt upside down and put my legs through the arm sleeves, making an improvised set of incredibly uncomfortable pants. It would only be for a little while until I got home. “You think you can ride? ” he asked. I nodded, feeling unless disoriented with each passing moment. I sat on my bike and waited for James. Once he was seated, we both began peddling once more in the direction of our homes. This time, there was no hiding it from our parents or waiting them out into the night. Walking into the apartment, my mother gasped and jumped out of her recliner. I couldn’t blame her. James and I looked like we’d gone twelve rounds with Mike Tyson. She fussed over our wounds and followed it up with an onslaught of questions. Who did this? Are you okay? Does this hurt? Does THIS hurt? Do we need to go to the hospital? James, call your mother! Even with two black eyes and wearing a t-shirt for pants, I lied. I tried to convince myself it was because I didn't want to be a tattle-tell, but in reality, it was just embarrassment and shame. Getting beaten so badly then telling mommy about it to fix the problem was admitting to myself I was helpless and weak. Of course, my mother wasn't a stupid woman. She'd caught James and I running away from Ricky on several occasions. “It was Ricky, ” James said, interrupting the explanation I had tried to weave for my mother. His busted lip quivered as he tried to hold back the tears. My mother took James into her arms and held him tightly. He sobbed loudly and collapsed into her embrace. “Is that the boy we’ve seen you running from? ” Dad asked, coming into the living room from the hallway. “Yes, ” James confirmed. “He caught us coming back from the pool today. ” Dad walked into the kitchen and returned with two bags of frozen vegetables. He told us to place them against our faces to reduce the swelling. “We’re going to have to have a talk with his mother, ” my mother said, speaking to my father. “Don't bother. It doesn't work, ” James said. “Why not? ” he asked. “Clearly, this boy is terrorizing you. ” “My mother’s spoken to Ricky’s mom a bunch of times already, ” he explained. “It’s useless. ” “How so? ” Dad asked. James answered, “He doesn’t listen to his mom. He doesn’t listen to anyone. ” “Well, we’ll see what happens when the police get involved, ” Mom said, walking over to the phone. James' face turned a shade of pale white. “No! That's even worse! He stops for a few days and then starts again, ” James shouted with a hint of panic in his voice. “When he does start again, he always comes back worse than before. ” “Let’s talk to Ricky’s mother first, ” Dad decided. “If it doesn’t solve the problem, we’ll get the authorities involved. ” James held the frozen vegetable package over his eye and frowned at them. The meeting between my family and Ricky's didn’t go well. After my parents fixed us up, they took a walk up the hill to Ricky’s house. They returned ten minutes later with solemn expressions on their faces. The word “alcoholic” and “trashy” were thrown around a few times, along with cuss words, Mom and Dad only said to each other when they thought I couldn’t hear them. They sat us both down in the living room and explained to us the reason the police would need to get involved. Ricky's mother wasn't like other mothers. She wasn't as investing in Ricky's well-being like how my parents were with and like James' mother was with him She had an illness which prevented her from being a good mother to Ricky. At the time, I didn't understand. In my mind, Ricky was an evil bastard, and he hurt me. What did his mother's illness or how she treated Ricky make a difference to me? He kicked the living shit out of me and took a piss on me. To me, his mother was a piece of shit, too, for allowing him to do what he did. Mom decided it was best to get the police involved. Ten minutes later, a squad car pulled up to the top of the hill. We watched an officer step out of the vehicle and go upstairs to the second-floor apartment. It didn't seem as if the cop even knocked. From what I could see, he reached into his pocket, pulled out the key, and let himself in the house. “That's Ricky's uncle, ” James stated. “Really? ” Dad said. “Yeah, every time the police are called, his uncle comes, ” James replied. “Taking care of their own, of course, ” Mom said with acid in her voice. We watched until Ricky's uncle left the house and decided it was time to settle down. Mom made a great dinner that night. Dad told us stories about how, when he was growing up, there weren't any neighborhood bullies around. If anyone ever got out of line, all the neighborhood kids would band together and take care of business on their own. Mom scolded Dad for telling us those stories. She said times were different now, and we could face charges for assault, especially since Ricky's uncle was a cop. Dad said something I'd never forget, and James wouldn't either. Better to be tried by twelve than carried by six After we finished dessert, we spent the rest of the night in my room playing Super Nintendo. Whatever game we played was forgotten as James didn’t seem like he wanted to play much. His eyes were glassy. He looked like he wanted to cry. I asked him what was wrong, finally breaking the silence between us since he'd broken down crying in my mother's arms. Tears dripped down the side of his face again. He visibly shook. “What’s wrong? ” I asked, breaking the tension. “I’m so sick of this, ” James cried. The tears dripped down the side of his face. “Me too, ” I agreed. “You haven’t been dealing with it as long as I have, ” James replied. “I’ve had enough. ” I didn’t know what to say. Turning back to the television screen, I watched out of the corner of my eye to see James wipe away his tears. “Tomorrow, I’m coming over bright and early. I have a plan. We’re going to get him back for everything he’s done to us, ” James announced. He walked out of the bedroom and made the left into the bathroom. I don't know how long he stayed there. I only remember continuing to play my game until he came out of the bathroom. He was his usual smiling self again. We kept playing until his mother called. Dad called for us, and together we walked up the hill to James' apartment. “Oh, my lord! ” James' mother cried out when she saw her wounded son. She dropped her briefcase to the floor and rushed over to examine her son. “Ricky again, ” James muttered. His mother scoffed. “I tried speaking with Ricky’s mother-, ” Dad started to explain. “That's a dead-end, ” she interrupted before he could finish. “I called-, ” “Yeah, the police aren’t going to help either. Protect and serve, my ass, ” she interrupted once again. Dad’s nostrils flared. I wasn't sure if it was at the cursing or being interrupted twice. James’ mother must have noticed his displeasure. “I’m so sorry. It’s been a long day at the office, and I’m still not finished, ” she said, motioning toward the briefcase. “No worries. I just wanted to make sure James got home safely, ” Dad replied. “Ricky really clocked them today, and I heard he gets worse after the uncle comes to visit. ” “You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve thought about filing a restraining order. I haven’t done it because my boss doesn't want to hurt our relationship with the police department, ” she explained. “You work with law enforcement? ” Dad asked. “I work for the prosecutor’s office, ” she replied. There was a hint of pride in her voice. It didn’t quite meet her eyes. She looked exhausted and overwhelmed. “That’s a tough one, ” Dad replied. “You’d think to be on a first-name basis with a bunch of judges, and police officers would be to my advantage in this, but what do I know? ” she joked. Dad followed suit and laughed too. “I just wish there was something we could do for them, ” Dad said and trailed off. The conversation seemed to come to an end. Both parents stood staring at each other as if waiting for the other to come up with the correct answer to their shared problem. “Well, thanks again for walking James home, ” she said. “I’ve got to check him over and make some dinner-. ” “No need to worry about dinner. He ate with us tonight, ” Dad interrupted. “Oh, my goodness, thank you so much, ” she said, reaching out and shaking Dad’s hand. “It’s so wonderful James has such a good friend with such a nice family. ” “It’s not a problem. These two are like brothers. We’ll take him anytime, ” Dad responded. “Well, good night. ” “Good night, ” she replied and wrapped an arm around James. She walked with it around him until they reached the top of the stairs and went into their apartment. We walked back down the hill to our apartment and got ready for bed. Mom gave me pain killers before bed to ease my aches and pains. They helped dull the pain a bit, but not much. I couldn't stop flicking at the loose tooth in my mouth with my tongue. I wondered what James could have planned for the following day. I slowly faded off into sleep. It would be the last restful night I'd have for a very long time. The next morning, James came over to my house with a drawing of our neighborhood in a notebook and laid out his plan to get revenge. It was a simple plan. Since we couldn't win against him in a straight fight, we would need to level the playing field against him. We would need to find weapons. Next, we would hide them in the woods, lead Ricky there, and beat him to a pulp for all the times he'd hurt us before. At worse, if it didn't work, we could escape Ricky in the woods where he couldn't use his bike to chase us down. James acknowledged the first part of the plan would be the most difficult. Where were we going to find weapons? Neither of us had a clue. We didn’t stop to think about the consequences of bringing weapons into the fight. Ricky could quickly disarm us and use those weapons against us. If our plan succeeded, it would have only escalated our conflict to another level. The thought of Ricky carrying around a knife hadn't occurred to us. Our plan was flawed from the start. It was the idiocy and naivety of childhood. We thought he'd leave us along once we showed we would fight back. It made sense at the time. Now, I know better. Escalating conflict is never a good idea. Finding weapons wasn't as difficult as we'd imagined. Considering our idea of what a weapon was didn't amount to much. Within an hour of searching dumpsters around the complex, I’d found my weapon of choice, a broken hockey stick. I twirled it around, pretending to be Donatello from the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. James found a set of rusted golf clubs in the same trash heap. He spun around like a twirling ballerina swinging them. They made a whoosh sound each time. James smiled and said it was time for the second part of the plan. The next morning, we snuck out of our houses as soon as our parents had left for work. We retrieved the hockey stick and the golf clubs from the dumpster. It was early in the morning, meaning Ricky was less likely to be outside to find us. There would also be less of a chance of someone seeing us hauling around our weapons. I’ll never forget that bike ride. It felt triumphant. Knowing we were finally going to do something about the problem made it feel as if the weight of the world had come off my shoulders. James smiled too. It had been a while since I’d seen him smile like he did. James led us to the main road and down to the end of the apartment complex. Along the way, he tried to convince me to borrow my parent's camera so we could take pictures of Ricky crying and bleeding after we beat him up. We could show everyone in the neighborhood and at school, and we'd be heroes! I shot down the idea fearing the camera would get broken in the scuffle or Ricky would steal it. Telling my parents how Ricky ended up with their camera would only result in me getting punished. Luckily, James agreed and dropped the subject. We made a right turn into the last street of the neighborhood. Across from At the end of the road, we made a right turn into the last street of the neighborhood. Beyond the end of our community, there were woods that stretched onward for miles. James went down the road until we came to the mouth of a trail. He jumped off his bike and told me to do the same. I followed his instructions as he was more familiar with the woods. He led us down the trail until we reached another small creek. It seemed like a raging river compared to the one running through our complex. James spotted an area of tall grass and told me to leave my stick there. He tossed his golf clubs into the grass and said it would be the perfect spot to lead Ricky. There was a single burning question left in my mind, though. “Hey, how are we going to get Ricky back here? ” I asked. James stopped walking and turned to me with a smile on his face. He waved his hand dismissively and said, “Don't worry about it. I've got it covered, ” he responded. He laughed and continued leading us back out of the woods to our bikes. On the ride back, James said he was going home to take a nap. He wasn't used to waking up early in the morning and wanted to be sharp for later. I felt the same, to be honest. After parting ways, I went back home and went to sleep until noon when James called. Final.

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