Only three short additions to the story for now, hope you guys enjoy!
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Chapter 1.7: The Fight
Someone politely knocked on the door, and then ruthlessly banged on it, and before I could open it, the door flew straight at me. I quickly jumped away and Damon caught me in his arms. The punks kicked the door open and walked in the room with their dicks in their hands. Girls hid outside the door frame to sneak a peek of the masculinity that filled the room. I nearly puked. The room smelled too much like teenagers and sex.
"Hey, Damon. And our... Timothy," Punk #1 greeted seductively.
"Get out. Before I break your neck," Damon threatened. But they continued to jack themselves off in front of us.
"Damon, our brother, we just want to meet the legend here. And get to know him, from head to toe," Punk #1 continued as he undressed me with his eyes.
I bit my bottom lip, getting emotionally ready for my act. I gently patted Damon's forearms and nodded at him confidently. With a deep and relieving sigh, I turned around with a kind smile on my face, but with evil intentions seeping out of the corners of my lips.
"At least tell me your name if you want me to recognize you," I smirked, tilting my head and rubbing my neck slowly.
"Name's Rick."
"Well well well, Rick, and what do you want me to do with that boner of yours? It looks very swollen and purple," I teased.
His body almost shook with anticipation. He thought I was going to touch him. Ignorant punks. He thrusted his hip at me, and he squeezed the base of his cock, wiggling it towards me. I pursed my lips and dragged myself across the carpet until his cock was within my reach... and his face too. To be honest, he doesn't look too bad, but his attitude just ruined my impression of him. I mean, who greets people with their dick in their hands? Am I suppose to shake it?
I swung the back of my hand across his face, hard. He dove to the side and smacked his head onto the wall. The two behind him shot their fists at me, but they were so slow. I grabbed Punk #2's fists and twisted with all my might and he screamed in agony after a sick crunch of his bones. I held on to his injured hand and punched Punk #3 in the nose. The guy was very dehydrated, I assumed. The blood that ran down was thick and discolored as he fell on his ass. I let go of my death grip and kicked #2 right in the stomach. That sent him flying out of the room.
Everyone clapped and cheered outside of the room. I turned to look at Damon, as if I was seeking for his approval.
"You're still very good with your games and all," he complimented.
His face suddenly turned serious again, and I sensed movement behind me. Rick recovered and charged at me, and when I spun around with my tactical knife in hand, sticking out next to my hip, he was in so much pain he couldn't even make a sound. He charged right into my blade, and my blade jabbed him right above his manhood.
No one made a noise. It was completely silent; the first time since my arrival. I let go of the handle and wrapped my arm around his head and pulled him close, "You don't do that Rick," I whispered into his pulsing ear, "It's not nice to play ambush you know."
He was in so much pain, and I kind of felt bad for him. But hey, at least I didn't chop his manhood off.
People rushed in to help Rick; that poor boy couldn't even stand up straight. That was when mother appeared and shook her head at me.
"Timothy, showing off your set of skills already... If you would have told me earlier, I would have arranged an arena for you, darling," mother spoke loudly.
Now, her back was facing me, looking at Rick. And I took my chance. I jumped towards her, with my elbow high in the air, ready to crack her skull. She promptly dropped her puddle, and blocked my elbow with one arm. She shifted her position, spun to my right with 4-inch high heels on, and kicked me in my waist with the wedge of her shoe. But not before I yanked her leg, and she fell down with me. And before I could even get up, she was already on her feet and she kneed me at the temple. How embarrassing.
"Timothy, my child, don't you forget who you learned your arts from. Me!" Mother pointed her thumb at her chest. She fixed her fake wig back to position and adjusted her heels while I tried my best to regain my consciousness. She walked up to Damon, and everyone gasped when she slapped Damon the same way I slapped the face of that punk.
"I told you to watch him!" I doubt any of these new children of hers has ever seen their Mother upset before.
I guess her menopause is finally kicking in.
Chapter 1.8: The Past
"How's your friend, Tim Tim?" Nate and I were cuddling on the couch.
"Huh? Oh, he's still... recovering."
He kissed me on the forehead and I nudged my head into his neck. I swallowed hard. It is getting increasingly difficult to lie to Nate now. I gulped again, this time, making sure Nate notices.
"What's wrong baby?" Nate kissed my faded scar.
"I don't know. I've been asking questions to myself lately."
"Ask me then, I might have answers!" He sat himself up facing me and I leaned my side against the cushion. I couldn't bring my eyes to meet his. But he's really sweet. He caressed my chin with his thumb and lifted my head.
"Look at me Tim Tim."
I puppy-eyed Nate, but his stare was too strong. I immediately threw myself at him, intensely hugging and crying. His tank-top was probably soaked by the time I spoke again.
"Why... why do you love me?" The mucus in my nose made it hard to speak.
