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Nate's wounded heart

That, my friend is quite a dramatic chapter. Not that you didn't have me hooked since your story began but now yourreally have me glued to this story.

I can imagine how it's going for you at school. Take your time. School is your top priority anyhoo.

Thanks,
Ken
 
gmoney said:
I think I spent about 12 hours straight reading this story up to now. It is superb! Hope the next installment comes soon. You definitely have me hooked.
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Mee too. I've spent quite a bit of time in the last 3 days reading all of this story. I don't know why I haven't read it up until now. It's wonderful!

This brings my list of favorite stories to:
Senior Year
Shower with my brother's friend
Nate's Wounded Heart
Ryan and Me, and Ethan
 
Do what you need to do first. You are going to school so take care of the studies. This thread will still be here and so will we. Most of us will support you in doing the studies first!
 
Thanks guys, and I am terribly sorry that it has taken me so long to bring a new chapter, but as I said before I think I signed up for more classes that I should've. I barely have any spare time and in this past week I have tried several times to write and have deleted all of the new stuff after realizing that it's crap compare to my usual stuff. I haven't really come up with the right way to continue the story yet, but I swear when the thoughts come into my head I will write them down and get them structured so I can keep the story going. And now that you've mentioned knowing more about Michael, I want to let you guys know that this next installment is a glimpse into Michael's high school days. So you'll get to see the roots of the evil, I guess. Anyways guys I gotta run, I just wanted to let you all know that the story will be continued, I will not let my boys (and girls) fade away. And I'm trying my best to find a balance with school and all I've got going on. (BTW I already graduated fromy my massage class)
 
Hey, Luis.
Thanks for the update! Take things easy.... you will find it easier to cope if you give yourself time to settle to your new routine. Congrats on graduating the massage class.
We will wait (eagerly) for you to settle to writing once more
Hugs
Harry
 
subfer, just to let you know that we are all still here, we have not abandoned the story. We have not given up hope of a new chapter. I understand that your top priority is your work and therefore do not stray from that. ..|
 
So... Here it is, as a way of testing how good my composition skills are, I edited and proofed it myself. I hope I don't sound like an idiot, and I will have a new one as soon as I can, but I don't know if that will be as soon as it used to be :D I hope you guys like it.

Chapter 26 ––Michael’s High school days––

School was over, he only needed to get to his car and he’d be able to go home. As he walked down the hallway of the school’s third floor, he realized suddenly that he was about to run into Steve Conner and his friends. The thought made his stomach clench. Steve Conner was the perfect school jock, and his buddies would surely join him into teasing Michael. They always did. Today of all days he wished he could just disappear and spare himself the whole torture. As he got close to the exit, they took his book bag and threw it into one of the trashcans right outside the dinning hall. Suddenly he had forgotten about the 4 muscled jocks that surrounded him and he’d pushed his way past Steve, trying to get his bag out of the trashcan. “My stuff is in there you bastards,” he’d said before he could stop himself.

“And so what? Are you gonna tell your daddy?” Steve had said in his usual mocking tone.

“No, he’s gonna tell his little brother to save him,” Scott Jones had said. He was the second in command of their little jock gang. His buddies welcomed his remark with a round of laughter.

Steve’s brown eyes were glistening as a smile formed on his face. Michael had just managed to pull his bag out of the trashcan as Steve gave a few steps back, standing next to Scott, he folded his arms before his chest. “Maybe we should put the baby in the trashcan, that way he won’t miss his stuff,” he said and an equally cold smile crept on Scott’s face.

Not giving them any chance, he dashed out, running as fast as his legs allowed him. How long could he run before they caught up with him? He didn’t know and didn’t care. They played football so all he could do was pray for them to not catch him. “Get back here you sissy, it’ll just stink a little bit in there,” Scott said and he could hear the others laughing, just a few steps behind Scott. They were close, but so was he, he had rounded the dinning hall and gym. Just a little more and he’d be at the parking lot. Then he could just get in the car and wait for Billy to show up, or maybe he was already there if he was lucky.

He was at the parking lot and he spotted his car quickly, turning around he noticed the jock gang was still behind him, though they’d been delayed after running into a bunch of students. Pete Meyer and Donny Ames were on their knees helping the kids gather their stuff from the ground. Scott and Steve had just gotten up and they started looking around, looking for him. At least now it’s only two of them, he thought. Yet, he ran as fast as he could, just a few more turns around the parking lot and he got to his car. The old Toyota was parked not too far from the exit. He got in the car and pushed the button to lock all its doors. Leaning against the steering wheel, he let out a sigh and felt his chest heaving. Then someone started trying to open the passenger door, causing his stomach to clench. Fear kept him from looking up, he was sure that it was either Steve or Scott.

“Hey Mike, is there any reason to keep me out of the car?” Billy’s voice said from outside.

Looking up, he realized that it was his brother who was standing out, and had tried to open the door. “Sorry,” he said as he leaned to his right and unlocked the door for him. Billy got in and dumped his backpack on the seat behind him.

“What’s up Mikey? You’re all sweaty and it looks like you just ran a mile,” Billy said after looking at him.

“It’s nothing… I just… I was running late so I ran here,” he lied.

“Yeah, not likely,” Billy said. Then someone stopped in front of the car and they both looked to the front. Steve was standing there with a scowl on his face, his usually styled blonde hair was a mess and Scott stopped next to him, looking just as pissed as his friend. “Those sons of bitches were giving you shit again, weren’t they?” Billy asked in anger.

“Let it go, I’m ok,” Michael asked him, but Billy was reaching for the door handle. Michael beat him at reaching the lock button, locking all the doors again. As soon as Billy realized he couldn’t open his door, he looked back at him with anger on his face.

“Why the fuck do you put up with their bullshit? If you’d let me, I’d teach them to stay the fuck away from you!” Billy said in a growl.

“You’re not gonna risk it little bro, I know it sucks but I don’t want you to get hurt because of me, ok?” Michael asked him.

“Fuck that I can kick their asses…” Billy started saying.

“I’m not gonna fucking risk them hurting you, they’re four Billy, and they don’t play fair. I won’t let you take a chance like that!” Michael yelled at him.

“You keep treating me like a kid, and I’m not, I’m almost as tall as you are already,” Billy said pouting and sinking in his seat.

“I know Bill, but I don’t give a shit, if anything would happen to you…” he couldn’t get it out, he choked up and looked to the front, noticing that Steve and Scott had already walked away.

“I hate that they treat you like this,” Billy said.

“I know, but it’s not an excuse to go play karate kid on them you know,” Michael said trying to use humor on his favor.

Billy let out a sigh, yet when Michael looked at him, he was smiling. The smile didn’t last long though. “What did they do this time?” he asked letting out a sigh.

“They dumped my backpack into a trashcan,” he answered knowing that there was no point in avoiding telling Billy about it.

Billy looked back and pressed his lips together as his brow furrowed. “It’s all dirty and I bet it stinks too,” he said without looking back to the front.

“I can just get a new one so mom won’t know,” Michael told him.

“No, you could use mine, I can use the one I had in Junior High while you take this to a laundry,” Billy said.

“You sure?” He asked.

“Yeah, why spend money on a new one anyways?” Billy asked back.

“Ok, let’s stop at the laundry before getting home then,” Michael said as he started the car.

“Any clue on what triggered their new game?” Billy asked him.

Michael looked at him and saw that he was staring out the window as they drove out from the parking lot. Billy was right, he had gotten almost as tall as Michael was already and he was more muscular than Michael was too. Other than that, they were almost identical you could say. The same deep blue eyes, the same jet-black hair and the same facial bone structure, with a strong jaw and high cheekbones. “Steve’s girlfriend started talking to me a lot a few weeks ago and apparently he got jealous,” he said as he looked back to the road ahead of them.

“Why? Is she hitting on you or something?” Billy asked him.

“No, not that I know of at least, but it seems like she was keeping her newfound friendship with me a secret from Conner,” Michael answered.

“So he assumed that you were trying to steal her away from him,” Billy said arching an eyebrow.

“I guess so, though I don’t see why,” Michael answered.

“Well a lot of my classmates say they’d love to have a go at you,” Billy revealed.

“Why would they? I’m all skinny…” Michael said as he looked back at Billy and got a stern look in return.

“Are you fucking serious?” Billy asked him. Michael shrugged his shoulders and Billy let out a sigh and leaned back into his seat. “Dude, you might be skinny but you’ve grown and gotten more proportioned, and besides we’ve got killer faces bro.”

Michael chuckled and started laughing when he looked at Billy’s devilish smile. “God, you need a good kick in the ass to fix that cockiness,” Michael said.

“You can call it cockiness but you know I’m right,” Billy said arching his eyebrows.

“OK, so maybe I’m looking better, but I certainly am not trying to get a girlfriend,” he said.

“Well maybe some company wouldn’t hurt, you know,” Billy said.

“Yeah, well I don’t think I can deal with school and a girl at the same time,” he answered.

“Well, maybe you should try a guy, or whatever works for you,” Billy said looking at him.

“Are you serious?” Michael asked.

“Well, I don’t give a shit, what you like is what you like. Whatever it is, I won’t stop loving you over it big bro,” Billy answered.

“You’re so weird,” Michael said smiling as he shook his head.

“Yeah, well what’s the fun in being normal?” Billy asked and shrugged his shoulders.

“Yeah maybe I should try girls… or guys,” Michael said.

“I hear guys give good head,” Billy told him, causing him to roar with laughter.

“Have you tried a girl yet?” Michael asked after calming down a little.

Billy scrunched his face up in a smirk and Michael sensed what was coming. “I don’t really think that turns me on,” Billy said nervously.

“So, try a guy, follow your own advice,” Michael told him.

“Would you mind if I did?” Billy asked him looking down.

“God, how could I care, it’s just like you said, I can’t stop loving you,” Michael answered.

“Really?” Billy asked looking up. Michael saw that Billy’s eyes were teary and he hated thinking that Billy had probably been struggling with this for a while.

They reached the laundry and Billy was the first to get out the car. Michael opened his bag and emptied its contents into the back seat of the car. After a few minutes, he got out of the car and saw Billy leaning next to the door to the shop. After a few words with the clerk, everything was settled. Steam would get those nasty stains out, and a good wash would kill the stench for sure. They usually dealt with bigger loads. It would cost him very little. It would be ready in a few hours, but he could pick it up tomorrow for sure.

“We’re ready,” he said as he walked out. Billy nodded and followed him. Midway to the car, he stopped, looking back at Billy and wrapped his arms around him. Billy stiffened but after a few seconds, he relaxed and returned the embrace, placing his head on Michael’s shoulder. “Nothing you’ll ever do could make me stop loving you. Don’t ever forget that, ok?” Michael asked. Billy nodded and held him tighter. “If you like guys then so be it, just be careful, I think I sorta like guys too anyways,” Michael said and gave a nervous laugh.

Billy let go and smiled shyly at him. “I kinda knew, do you like girls though?” Billy asked him.

“I think so, they do make me… You know, hard,” Michael answered blushing.

“Well, not everyone’s perfect,” Billy told him.

“Shut up, now get in the car,” Michael said as he walked to the car.

Later as he was getting himself ready to take a shower, he pondered what Billy had said. Maybe he was looking better, he stopped in front of the mirror and looked at himself. His shoulders were broader, and that awkward longish look that his body used to have had almost entirely disappeared. After some months of working out, his chest and abs looked more defined. Yeah, he was looking better. Then the rest of their afternoon came back to him. Billy liked guys. The doubts and fears that had been plaguing his mind for the last school year started to attack him. He couldn’t remember anything, yet he knew the things had happened…

Letting the thoughts take over did no good, he knew that it was better to just block all of them and keep moving. He took off his boxers and walked across the hall into the bathroom that he shared with Billy. Letting the warm water run over his body was a pleasure that no one could deny him, at least not here. Water washed away his thoughts, his guilt, his doubts and his pain. There was nothing that could sooth him and relieve him as much as a good shower. Suddenly, the shower door slid open. Startled he looked back and saw Billy standing there, naked, looking him up and down.

“Can I join you?” Billy asked him shyly.

“You mean, shower with me?” Michael asked him.

“Yeah,” he answered as he started to get in.

“Wait, what if mom or dad gets home?” He asked.

“Dad is still at work and mom went to have dinner with some stuck up old lady,” Billy said as he closed the sliding door. “We’re safe,” Billy said as his dick started to harden and point upwards.

Michael felt his own dick go rigid. He swallowed as he looked at his brother’s body. Yes, all muscle. He didn’t look like a body builder, no he was very defined but his muscles weren’t really big. “Billy, what’s going on?” Michael asked cursing his nervous tone.

“Just having some fun,” Billy answered as he came closer. Michael stepped back until his back hit the wall behind him. The shower wasn’t small, but it felt so small to him now that he wasn’t alone inside.

“Bill, we shouldn’t do this, we’re brothers,” Michael said looking away as Billy was standing right before him.

Billy took a step back, looking down, dejected. “You don’t like me, that’s it right?” He asked stuttering a little.

“No, of course I like you, but… I don’t think we should…” He answered.

“If you like me then why not?” Billy asked as he looked up, took a few steps and wrapped his arms around him, pulling their naked bodies together under the water spray. The electric feeling that surged through his body was indescribable, Billy’s naked skin against his own. Their erections pressed so tightly against each other. All of it was driving him insane.

“Do you really want this?” Michael asked him.

“Yes,” Billy whispered into his ear, the warmth of his breath adding to the stimuli overload.

“You sure?” Michael asked.

“Completely,” Billy said as he pushed his crotch against Michael, “I want you to be my first, please Mikey.”

Michael pushed his head so he could look at him in the eye and tentatively, slowly, he put his lips against Billy’s lips. A shiver went trough his body at this new sensation. Slowly he pulled away and heard Billy’s ragged breathing, just like his own, he looked down and took both of their cocks in his hand. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in Billy’s ear.

“So are you, please don’t stop,” Billy pleaded with him. He bent down and licked Billy’s nipple as he continued to jerk their cocks together. “Oh shit… yeah keep doing that,” Billy begged him, as he replaced Michael’s hand and started jerking himself, while Michael kept jerking his own cock and licking Billy’s nipple. In a matter of a few minutes, Billy shot some good five squirts of cum on Michael’s stomach and chest. Using some of Billy’s cum, Michael jerked his dick while Billy reciprocated the licking on Michael’s nipple and soon enough, he’d shot his load all over Billy and the shower floor. Awkwardly, they took a few steps away from each other as Michael stood under the shower head, washing the cum off his body. “Are we ok?” Billy asked from behind him.

Looking back, he stood to his left so that Billy could get under the water. “Yeah, I just feel weird about this. Maybe we shouldn’t do this anymore Bill,” he answered.

“Why not?” Billy asked with his voice breaking.

“We’re brother’s kiddo, if it was with different guys then it’d be ok,” Michael answered.

“But, maybe if we don’t tell anyone…” Billy started.

“That’s not the point baby brother…” Michael interrupted. Billy looked down and stayed silent, giving him time to talk. “You are my baby brother, and it’s not the same, it doesn’t feel right.”

“Do you like someone else?” Billy asked him.

“No, not anyone I know, but the thing is that I am not in love with you,” Michael said. Billy looked down and gave a few steps towards the door. “Billy wait, I don’t mean that I don’t love you, because I do, you don’t even know how much I do.”

“Then why can’t you love me that way?” Billy asked.

“Because I want to have you in my life until I die. What guarantee do I have that someone I fall in love with will stay with me for that long? I don’t want to take that risk, and we can love each other without having sex.”

“I’m a freak am I not?” Billy asked as he wiped a tear from his face.

“No, you’re just you,” Michael answered.

“I… I don’t know… I’m sorry…” Billy said as he started crying.

“No Bill, I’m sorry, I wish I could love you that way,” Michael said as he ran his hand across Billy’s chest, trying to sooth him. “Anyone that loved you would be so lucky, but I don’t… Not that way at least.”

“I guess I was just hoping for too much,” Billy answered as he turned around to hug him.

“I’m sorry Bill…” Michael started saying.

“No, it’s fine I get what you mean,” Billy interrupted him.

After drying out and heading to their rooms, they got changed and headed downstairs to look for something to eat. It was a bit past eight while they were watching TV, when they heard their dad’s car parking at the driveway. Michael’s stomach turned and a knot formed in his throat. Billy was oblivious to his fear and kept on channel surfing while he counted the seconds before his dad would walk into the room. Then his mother walked in, dressed as always in one of her “sexy” outfits, as she called them. He just knew that looking at his own mother wearing dresses with those outrageous cleavages made shivers go up his back. “Oh babies, there you are,” she said in her usual high-pitched voice as she looked at them both. “Michael you’re father has one of those last minute parties to attend tonight, would you go with him?”

“A party tonight?” He asked stuttering the words a little.

“Yes, one of his work parties, you’ve gone with him before,” she answered.

“I know, but why do I have to go?” He asked trying to save himself for the night with fear driving his actions more and more.

“Because you’re the only one that can put up with his friends,” she said as she pulled her platinum blonde hair away from her face.

“I don’t like his friends,” Michael said.

“Well, it won’t be for too long, you boys never come home after midnight,” she said.
“Sometimes we do,” he quickly shot back. And you could never know, he thought. His mom was always blackout drunk by midnight. He looked at her in anger. Her nipped stomach had been surgically cleaned of any evidence that she had ever given birth to either one of her sons. Her breasts had been “enhanced” in her own words, and she’d dye her hair as soon as she’d spot any trace of her natural brown hair color showing at its roots. When anyone would ask, she would say she’d just been blessed with wonderful genes. Michael thought it was more like a good discount from the plastic surgeon.

“You’re not thinking about making me go?” She asked in an annoyed tone. “William, will you go then?”

“Me? Why me?” Bill asked horrified by the idea. He hated all those parties. He had stopped attending a few years back, just before it had started…

“So Michael, are you ready?” His father asked as he walked in the room. His blue eyes narrowed when he saw that he hadn’t even gone up to change. His jet black hair was gelled and combed back. Wearing one of his two-piece suits, he looked his usual handsome self. Quite easy to say, that both Michael and Bill had inherited most of their looks from him. “Are you going or what?”

“I think William’s going tonight,” his mother said as she walked out of the room and headed for the stairs.

“Is that so?” his dad asked as he looked from Bill to Michael. Bill looked defeated, while Michael was doing his best to hide his terror.

Not him you bastard… Not him… “No, I’m going, I’ll just go change,” he said shyly as his dad smiled broadly at him.

“Well then you should go change already, the party started at eight,” his dad said.

“Yes sir, I’ll go change and meet you at the car,” he said looking down as he felt the need to throw up.

“Very well, but do hurry up,” his dad answered.

He ran up the stairs and into his room. Quickly, he took off his shirt and shorts. His closet was full of designer shirts and slacks that his mother had picked for him. “Appropriate clothing, not that cheap rubbish,” she’d said when he’d tried to take a few shorts, t-shirts and button up A&F shirts. As he was buttoning a blue diagonally striped shirt, Billy walked up to him from behind.

“Sure you won’t get bored?” Billy asked him.

“No, it’s okay, I’ll… Be fine,” he tried to assure him.

“You sure?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, I’ll get going, see you tomorrow kiddo,” he said as he finished buttoning his shirt. He stopped and looked in the mirror, checking his hair. After making sure he looked fine, he turned around and caught Billy as he walked out of the room, wrapping his arms around him from behind. “I love you kiddo,” he said as he kissed Billy’s cheek.

“Love you too Mikey,” Billy said as he turned around and kissed his cheek.

“Can we get going please?” their dad called from downstairs.

“I wish he didn’t make you go,” Bill said as he walked out.

“It’s okay I can take it,” Michael said as he walked to the stairs. And I’d never let him take you, he thought as he fought to stay cool on his way to the car.

* * * * *​

The sheriff’s kid attended his school. And knew how much the “cool” guys made fun of him. Thankfully, he remained at a distance ever since they greeted each other. Most of the kids there, wanted the same thing he did, to be anywhere but there. However, he thought that he was the only one there that had anything to fear. His dad was already looking at him sternly from across the room. Apparently, one of the waiters had probably spilled. He wouldn’t take any drinks from them and would go serve himself his own drinks at the kitchen. Even though he was only having soda and ginger ale, he knew he was causing a few raised eyebrows by getting his own drinks. High society always thought they had to be served. Besides, raised eyebrows were something his dad had always hated.

Looking around the room, he realized that a couple of kids that were sitting on a sofa were whispering and looking at him. They stopped as soon as they realized they had been caught, but he thought they could say all they wanted and he couldn’t care any less about it. “Can I please have a word with you?” his dad asked from his right.

Swallowing, he turned to look at him. “Okay,” he answered. They walked towards the kitchen. Great crystal chandeliers hanged from the ceiling of the room. His father’s friends were too busy like to throw a party at their own houses. That was the reason for renting party halls at hotels instead. Once they had reached one of the side exits, his father stopped in front of a small table at the lobby of the hotel. Quickly, he took Michael’s soda and placed it on the table.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” his dad asked.

“Well… I get bored, so I figured… Why not get my own stuff you know?” he said, swallowing and praying to get away.

“You’re embarrassing me, that’s what you’re doing, stop it already,” his dad growled at him as he stepped closer to him, making Michael step back in fear.

“Yes sir, I promise I won’t do it now,” he quickly said.

“I hope so boy,” his dad said as he gave him a few slaps on his right cheek. A little too hard for Michael’s taste, but he didn’t dare to complain. “Now, I want you to stay where I can keep an eye on you, are we clear?”

He merely nodded. “I’ll go to the bathroom first,” he said as his dad turned his back to him.

“Okay, but make it quick,” his dad answered and kept on walking back to the party hall.

He let out a long breath and tried to relax, his bladder told him that he’d better hurry and get to the bathroom. He looked down and saw his soda, he quickly downed it and left the glass sitting there. When he got to the restroom, he found a cubicle and went inside, without actually locking the door. He hated peeing at the open stall urinals, too little privacy for his taste. He started peeing and felt dizzy all of a sudden. He took a deep breath and planted his feet firmly and managed to finish just when he started feeling like he was about to fall down. He gingerly zipped up and turned around. Just then he fell to his knees and felt lightheaded. It couldn’t be… he had served his own drinks, unless… At the table, when his father took his soda from him… All this very familiar sensations… Panicking he tried to reach for the lock on the cubicle, but then his vision blurred and he couldn’t remember anything else…

* * * * *​

He opened his eyes and immediately shut them tight. He was facing the window and the bright morning sun blinded him as soon as he opened them. His head hurt and he felt groggy. As he tried to move, he realized that he was sore in several areas. His back and thighs were sore. Even his dick felt sensitive, and of course, his ass was the sorest part of his body. He dragged himself out of bed, falling to his knees. It took him a while to actually stand up. His legs were shaky and wobbly, but he managed to drag himself to the bathroom. Panic flooded him as he made his way through the hall and into the bathroom.

There, safely locked away, he realized he was only wearing his boxers and he was cold. He made his way to the toilet and after a few minutes, he managed to pee and take a dump. The latter caused him to wince and stifle a few cries. Once he was in the shower, he stood under the water and let it run all over him. He gently rubbed soap over his groin and thighs, trying to delay reaching the part that he knew would hurt the most. Then he brushed his soapy fingers over his ass and started sobbing. He quickly rubbed his hand over it and leaned against the wall as the burning and stinging sensations. He forced his sobs to stop. If he’d cry any louder someone would wake up.

* * * * *​
-Present day-

He woke up and quickly sat up, staring out the window of the room he realized that the sun was about to rise. His parents’ house remained the same as it had been since he’d left the previous year. As long as he’d stay just for the night and leave as soon as the sun would come up, they wouldn’t catch him. They were never awake before nine. All of his posters were still on the walls, his clothes untouched in his closet. It had been weeks since he had started hiding there. When he’d manage to fall asleep he’d have the haunting dreams from all the times it had happened when he was in high school. Alternatively, he would hear the guard from the prison bus whimpering under him in his dreams and he’d wake up shaking, covered in sweat. Every morning before leaving, he’d make a stop two doors down the hall. He had to look at Billy before leaving. The only person who he knew had always loved him unconditionally. He’d plant a small kiss on his cheek and then leave as quietly as he could so he wouldn’t get caught.

 
Thanks for the long awaited update, quite a change in your approach to writing. I loved it, learning about Michael's past. Is being raped himself, what caused him to rape Martin? The flashback was a great way to introduce all of these new ideas. Thanks again and I'll be looking forward to the next installment.

Oh, and by the way, don't listen to polarnyc, he's talking crap :wink:
 
OK, I know it can be a little confusing, but if you check the previous posts I did mention that I was going to give a glimpse into Michael's past. When his mother walked in, they had heard their father's car, that is why he thought it would be his dad. If you check, she said: Your father has another one of his last minute parties," so it's easy to assume that he brought her home, I didn't want to make it to long going into details of explaining that part. In the past chapter I mentioned that Michael's dad had friends in high places, and if you remember I also mentioned that the police was trying to keep the prison guard's murder as quiet as they could. So if you put it together, Michael knew the sheriff through his father and through that he knew that the kid was the sheriff's son and that he went to his school. I just wanted to make it clear that his family had all those connections. I guess the bigger problem here is that I posted this chapter a long while after everyone read the previous one, and after a while of posting one chapter a week. I hope this helps you and I guess I should apologize, I read a lot of books both for school and for fun and a lot of the novels I read are written in a non-lineal chronollogical order, so I understood this chapter just like I would understand the books I'm used to reading, I'm sorry if it confuses anyone.
 
Don't worry about it, Luisito. I liked this chapter... it made me think. :-)

You have a great talent for writing. This story is an example of your skill through your ability to weave together characters, events and feelings. The progression of the plot goes beyond just holding my interest... I always look forward to reading the next chapter.

And don't worry about the amount of time between chapters. You are a very busy college student, and your studies should always come first, my friend

One other comment:

Your command of English is excellent. In fact, it is better than most secondary school graduates in the U.S. You should be proud of this, especially since you live in a non-English speaking country, and English is not your native language.

Thanks for entertaining us Luis, and keep up the good work! (*8*)
 
Thank you, and guys I am working on a new chapter, but I have 5 midterms and an essay this coming week so I don't think it'll be here soon, but do know that it is on the way.
 
The only thing I'm not clear on is what it is that happened between Micheal and Martin. Good chapter.
 
If you read the whole story then you'll know what happened between MIchael and Martin, I think the chapter's name is True colors.
 
Thanks Chris, I have 3 tests coming up this week and 2 assignments to hand in. I have the story on hold but it is on its way, also I had an english composition exam today and I really hope I aced it *crosses fingers* and btw, Robbieadam, if you keep using those sexy avatars I might have to take you as an anthropology subject and study you from up close ;)
 
Luis, Thanks for this update. Sad that Michael had to bear being raped over such a period of time. It explains how he has come to be in the present situation. In his present mindset who knows what he could be capable of doing now that he has killed a man.
I fear for Nate & friends.
Your English is excellent, I hope the result of your exam & tests is good.
Your education is most important, we will wait faithfully till you have the time to continue this story.
Hugs
Harry
 
i couldnt imagine going through something like that it would take so much to get past being raped. I hope he continues to and knows that everyone out there isnt like that. really appreciate taking the time out and doing this update...good luck on your classes and everything...|
 
Thanks guys, after a week of exams every day at 7am from monday to thursday and exams on the afternoons and some papers to deliver, I had like 30 hours of sleep this weekend lol. I will be putting some work into the new chapter, but I just found out I have some more homework to deliver this week... At least you guys are nice enought to be patient.
 
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