Foster’s Porn Story: Dreams Of The Blind Chapter 4

Lessons

There is a
world that exists around us

A world of
right, a world of morals, of what is accepted

But then
there is another worlda world of wrong

The
unknown, the sinful, the wicked, the unacceptable

These 2
worlds have collided, and 2 hearts have been shattered

The aching
agony of misery grinded deep into Frankies heart as if it were
swimming through an ocean of daggers and jagged, broken glass. Skies
of blue and rainbow colored dreams were now soiled by the heartless,
blackness that infested her heart and mind.

No logic.

No right.

No wrong.

Only
pain

Frankie
sighed I j-j-j-just dont understand it, how, no, WHY did this
happen? I mean Mac is.

The red
haired girl stopped herself and simply sighed, staring soft, doe like
angel eyes into the creaky wood of the massive mansion. Frankies
mind couldnt stop thinking about that sweet little boy that
visited here every single day.

I can
still hear his voice Frankie whimpered.

There was
railing Mac and Bloo used to slide on, they would carelessly slide
down those wooden banisters and caused heaven and hell to fall with
their outrageous pranks. There was the kitchen that used to be
splattered with globs of goop and slime, and echoing with the
laughter of Mac and Blood as they tried to cook something, or make a
mess, whichever came first. Every inch and frame of this house
spilled forth memories both sweet and kind.

The warmth
brought to those green sweater sleeves of Frankies was
indescribable.

Is this
what parents feel like? Is this the joy they feel? Frankie thought
to herself.

Mac was
not her child and neither was Bloo, but right now, she sure felt like
they were. Every mother and father cherishes each moment they spend
with their children. Every parent freezes each event, loving
everything they touch, everything they say, everything they do. As if
the world were a museum of still frames, just waiting to capture a
new moment inside their hearts. But now those frames were empty,
memories gone, and there was nothing now.

Just the
coldthe cold of pain

THUMP!
THUMP!

Frankies
bedroom door was swung open by the slamming thumps of an elderly
womans cane. Madame Foster entered, twitching her tiny toes across
the floor under that ratty, dark, purple skirt that swished as she
approached Frankie.

The young
woman sighed Oh granny, what am I going to do? This is a
nightmare; I cant believe this is happening. Poor Mac, he must be
so confused right now.

Madame
Foster giggled Oh dearie dont be such a tart, hes not
confused, hes exactly as he should be.

Frankie
blinked at her grandmother, her young creamy colored cheeks flustered
with frustration and bewilderment.

Madame
Foster smiled Hes in love with you, and Im not surprised one
little bit.

WHAT?
Grandma have you lost your marblesokay stupid question
Frankie groaned.

The
grandmother scoffed at her young granddaughter and crossed her arms,
tapping her cane along the floor as she walked around Frankies
room. The young red head frantically continued to try and understand
her granny.

Frankie
stuttered B-b-b-b-b-b-but its wrong, its very, very, VERY
wrong. Im in my 20s for gods sake and Macs just uh just
a.

A kid
Madame Foster finished.

Frankie
nodded.

Madame
Foster frowned Frankie, come closer to me.

Curiously
responding, Frankie gently leaned her head down towards her
diminutive grandmother and leaned her ear close.

BONK!

OW
Frankie cried out.

Madame
Foster had smacked her cane over Frankies skull.

The little
old woman pouted You big dummy, Im supposed to be the geezer
around here and youre the only one whos actually BLIND.

Frankie
gasped What the hell are you talking about?.

Madame
Foster sighed Honestly Frankie, how else did you expect Mac to
turn out? Havent you ever noticed how different he is from other
kids?.

Well I
uh Frankie bit her lip, she stumbled over her words and tried to
speak, but found she couldnt.

Old Madame
Foster continued Macs a bright and caring kid, but hes
terribly lonely. He doesnt get along well with other kids at
school and I doubt he gets along any better with the ladies. If Mac
did, then he never would have needed to create his own imaginary
friend now would he?.

Frankie
half nodded Well yeah but.

Madame
Foster butted in Mac comes here every day because this is where
his friends are, imaginary friends. There the only real friends he
has that not only like him, but care for him and treat him like a
decent human being. Mac cant be who he is at school so its no
surprise he thought up Bloo in the first place, hes lonely.

L-l-l-lonely?
Frankie asked, in a sad and tearful tone.

Madame
Foster nodded Think about it. Youre the only human girl that
has the most contact with him, you see him every day and actually
spend time talking to him or asking how he is. Other then myself,
youre the only other girl around here that Mac can relate to.

Remember
that crazy Goo girl? Mac couldnt even accept her and that was
about the closest thing hes ever had to a girlfriend, one that
understands his love for imaginary friends.

Frankie
groaned But grandma its wrong, worse then that its ILLEGAL.
He should be in love with kids his own age. I mean (blushes a little)
Im flattered and all but this isnt right, its morally and
legally wrong. Do you have any idea how negative an effect this kind
of thing can have on a kid?.

I cant
imagine it would be any worse then what hes feeling right now
Madame Foster said.

The
crimson headed cutie was lost for words and explanation, the swirling
madness of reality and logic crashed into her brain like a shower of
meteorites. The girls bare ankles flexed as her sneakers slowly
walked across the squeaking wood boards. Frankie sighed as she stared
out the seemingly hollow glass window, the front yard was devoid of
life, devoid of fun, devoid of love, devoid of Mac

All this
time Frankie has been here

And all
this time she never realized how important she was to Mac

Frankie
found it hard to believe, the knowledge of such love and passion
resting upon her nervous shoulders weighed heavily on her nervous
mind. How awful she must have been to deserve this, to deserve the
mantle of shattering a young boys innocent and love with a few
simple words. Frankie wept into her hands and shunned the world from
her tear soaked eyes. Madame Foster took Frankie by the head and
gently stroked her red hair.

The
elderly woman hummed an angelic tune softly into Frankies ear, the
young woman almost nuzzled into Fosters embrace like she was an
infant. Frankie felt like a child again and that the whole world
ceased to exist outside of this simple, sweet, winged feeling of
serenity and warmth.

What am
I going to do granny, what am I doing to do? Frankie begged.

Madame
Foster smiled You are a silly one today arent you? Youve got
to talk to him, youve got to care for him, and thats all there
is to it.

Frankie
nervously protested But granny I cant do this, you know I
cant. As much as I care about Mac I cant go through with
something I know is wrong. I mean, he needs help, he needs someone to
talk to.

He
needsa friend Madame Foster said.

Nodding in
slow but inevitable agreement, Frankie knew in her warmest, and
tender of hearts, what she must do. The young woman adjusted her
green sweater to the blood chilling winds of the cold air blowing
around the mansion. Red hair blew around all over as Frankie walked
down the sidewalk, her eyes staring mindlessly at her squeaking
sneakers and slow moving feet. Time passed and Frankie eventually
arrives at Macs house.

DING DONG!

The door
opens to reveal a pale face, tear drenched, and heart broken shell of
a miserable little boy with chocolate brown hair. Mac stared blankly
at the angel of temptation that had stirred his heart so passionately
and wildly.

Frankie
sighed Hi Mac, I think its time we had a talk.