Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past – Chapter 3

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 3: To See Her Face

Mac had been on lock down for close to three weeks now and it was starting to get to him. Terrence lorded this over him the same way he did for everything else. The boy just wanted to see his friends, the only friends he really had. He entered his room nursing his newest black eye and threw himself down on his bed.

How can she just ignore this? he asked no one in particular.

In recent months his mom had all but told him she didnt care about him anymore. After the accident, she didnt even visit him in the hospital. She grounded him instead. When Terrence started pummeling him after school, his mom turned a blind eye. She really didnt care anymore did she?

His door flew open, Well, Twerp, moms working all night, so guess what that means? Terrence asked pounding his fist into his open palm.

The beating didnt have any meaning anymore. Terrence just did it to do it. Mac picked himself up off the ground with tears in his eyes. Its not that it hurt, he just didnt understand why his brother hated him so much. Was he really just a mean, hateful brat or was there some reason he felt the need to torture his younger brother?

Doesntmatter, Mac sputtered as walked to the bathroom.

His nose was gushing blood and one of his front teeth had been knocked out. This was the first time Terrence had actually held him down and bashed him in the face like that and Mac was afraid it wouldnt be the last time. He turned the sink on and took a handful of water, burying his face in it. When was this going to stop?

Out in the living room Terrence plopped down on the couch like nothing had happened. He was having so much fun he didnt know what to do with himself. That was when he looked down at his hand and saw the cut from Macs teeth. That little freak cut him! No way was he getting away with this!

The eight year old had just closed his door when it was once again kicked open to reveal a furious Terrence. The pimple faced teens face was full of hate and his words dripped with venom as he told Mac what was about to happen.

Terrence was on the boy in a flash, pounding as hard as he could, kicking, punching, biting! Nothing was enough to sate his appetite for pain. The body of his little brother bent and twisted and cringed with each hit and the boy screamed in agony. Was this it? Was this how it would end, killed by his jackass brother?

NO! Mac yelled as Terrence fell over exhausted. No more! the boy screamed reaching up onto his desk.

His little hand grasped the metal lamp Frankie had given him and he swung as hard as he could with it. A loud snap rang through the air as Mac continued to swing the desk lamp at his brother. It fell from his hands as he looked over his handiwork. The thirteen year old boy lay sprawled out on the floor nursing cuts and bruises and sobbing. Macs first hit had broken Terrences jaw and the rest put the older boy into an unconscious daze.

Mac could barely see through the haze that had set in. He was shaking as he stepped back. Coming down from an adrenaline rush was one thing, but this was something else entirely. He looked down at his brother and then walked to the front door. He wasnt sticking around for whatever happened next. His brother would never lay another hand on him.

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Chris was standing out on the Fosters front porch watching the snow fall. This was one of his favorite times of the year. The snowy season, when you could walk out into the cool night air and be surrounded by nature and silence at the same time.

Whatcha thinking bout? Frankie asked, nibbling on one of her grandmas cookies.

The bespectacled man turned to her and smiled warmly, Just how much I love it here. This was my home, after all.

The red head wheeled her way to his side and grabbed his hand. His hands were always warm and tonight was no exception. Frankie smiled as his grip grew tighter around her hand.

This brings back some memories, doesnt it? she asked.

Yeah, except I dont remember you ever being a gimp, he remarked laughing, in fact, if I remember right, I was usually the one wrapped up in bandages and band-aids.

Frankie squeezed tighter at that last remark, I am not a gimp!

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It was just a few more feet, he assured himself, then hed be safe. No more Terrence, no more beatings, hed be with his friends, hed be

The laughter sailed through night air and told him he was there. He just had to call out, just say her name, just

Mac didnt finish his last thought. It had taken everything in him just to get that far. Now, there was nothing left. He was cold, tired, hungry, and hurt. The snow felt cold and refreshing as he fell. Maybe that cold release wouldnt be so bad.

What the hell? a voice said in surprise.

What? What is it? another asked

Mac could feel his body being rolled over.

Oh my God, Mac! Chris exclaimed in surprise. Frankie! Get inside and call an ambulance! he ordered while lifting the boy out of the snow.

Frankie stared at him in surprise and utter horror.

Frankie? he called, Now!

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Mac once again awoke to the sound of beeping. This was the second time in a month he had woken up in a hospital. He tried to look around, but it hurt too much to move his head. There was a pinching feeling in his left arm and something tied tightly around his right. His vision was still hazy as someone suddenly appeared in his sight.

Hey there, pal, a soft voice came. Can you hear me?

The young boy sounded out the word yes, but nothing came out. He couldnt get the words to escape his mouth. Why? What was wrong? Why couldnt he move?

Its okay, pal, youre safe now, the voice came again, but this time it was accompanied by a hand holding his own. Youre with friends and no ones gonna hurt you ever again.

His vision started to clear as the person finished that sentence. It was Frankie, she was by his side, promising him he would be okay. She was holding his hand. Frankie, the girl of his dreams, was holding his hand. Mac felt like he was going to melt. This was heaven, he hadnt felt this good since she kissed him all those months ago.

Hey, bud, Chris said sitting down on the other side of the bed.

And there it goes, Mac thought.

Alright, the doctor will be right in to take off your neck brace, hopefully then youll be able to talk and we can sort through all this, he finished.

Mac looked at him and watched as Chris looked away. Chris stepped away as the doctor walked into the room. Oddly enough, it was the same doctor that had worked to save Frankie. His face was old but kind and his thick glasses hid blue eyes. He had grey hair, but he still acted like a man in his twenties and he joked as he talked to Mac.

Well, little buddy, I think its safe to take this off, he said carefully lifting Macs head and undoing the clasp on the neck brace. And now that thats done, how bout filling us in on what happened?

Mac sat up. He looked first to Frankie then to Chris and the doctor.

Mac? Frankie asked smiling and taking his hand again, You can tell us, pal.

Mac looked down at his bed sheets and sighed. The tears were already starting to well up in his eyes. How could he tell them this? Theyd think he was a wuss?

Mac, its okay, you can tell Frankie, Chris said leaving the room with the doctor.

Well? she asked nicely.

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Outside in the hall, Chris watched Mac tell Frankie the story. Bloo slid up to him and grabbed his pants leg, tugging for attention.

Whats up, Bloo? he asked never taking his eyes off the boy.

The little imaginary friend looked up at the man, Is Mac gonna be okay?

That got Chris to look at him, Yeahhell be fine, now that hes here with us. Apparently Terrence did this to him.

How do you know, do you have psychic powers? the blue blob asked.

Chris looked back through the window, No, Im reading his lips. Its something Frankie taught me how to do. His mom was at work and Terrence went ape and tried to kill him. Looks like he Mac got in a few punches though.

How do you know that, Bloo asked.

Chris pointed down the hall towards a blonde woman dressed in a blue day suit and a certain thirteen year old in a plaid pull over shirt and jeans. His mouth was wired shut and he had sutures over most of his cuts.

Thats a good look for you, Terrence, Chris said as the mother and child approached.

Terrence tried to yell a comeback, but all he could do was moan. His mom wasnt too pleased with Chris choice of words either.

How dare you! Who do you think you are? she demanded.

Simple, Im the one whos gonna ensure you and metal mouth here never touch Mac again, he said sternly.

The doctor had reappeared with several security guards who told her she was being taken into custody pending investigation into Macs injuries. The once quiet hospital was now filled with screaming and cursing as Macs mom was placed in handcuffs and dragged down the hall.

If you wanna keep your head, I suggest you go with her, Chris said glaring at the teen.

Bloo looked up at Chris and backed away. There was an air of pure rage surrounding him.

Sorry, Doc, but Chris tried to apologize.

Say no more, lad, if you hadnt said something, believe me I would have, the doctor said knocking on Macs door.

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Mac walked through the front door of Fosters and was greeted by three of his favorite friends. Bloo walked in behind him carrying one of his bags followed by Frankie and Chris.

This is your home now, Mac, Madame Foster said walking down the stairs.

What? the little boy asked confused.

Frankie wheeled her way up behind him and lifted the boy into her lap, with a little help from Chris, Youre gonna be staying with us while this whole mess gets sorted out. Youre family, pal, you didnt think wed let them stick you in some foster home with people you dont know, did you? she explained.

Tears welled up in his eyes again as he hugged Frankie tightly. The friends who had gathered around for his homecoming started cheering and Mac felt truly happy for the first time in ages.

Home, he said as Frankie returned his hug.

To be continued

Be here next time as the court battle for Mac begins. Will he get to stay with the people he loves or will he be forced to return to the family that doesnt want him? Also, where has Chris been for the past eight months? Why havent Mac or Bloo ever seen him before? And why do all the friends at Fosters hold him in such high regard? And as a last little tease, what happens when one of Terrences dreams produces an imaginary friend? Check back in soon for drama, lawyers, romance, and a fight the likes of which youve never seen!