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Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 4

Foster’s Porn Story: Of Loves Lost and Friends Past Chapter 4

Of Loves Lost & Friends Past

Chapter 4: The Coming

Mac closed the door as Chris and Frankie left him to his thoughts. He had a lot to contemplate. Apparently there would be a trial to see who would get to keep him and whether or not his mom would go to prison. Chris had said something about criminalnegligence? It didnt matter, Mac was among friends that loved him and would do anything to protect him and, dare he say it, he was home. He was finally home.

His room was in the East Wing along with Madame Foster, Mr. Herriman, and Frankie. It was unlike anything hed ever seen before. The carpet was so soft that he would sink in a little bit as he walked, there was a big bed with warm covers and thick pillows, a desk covered in get well soon cards, a huge window with a balcony, he had never had a room this big!

And on the night stand closest to his bed, Mac found something that warmed his heart. It was picture of him and Frankie hugging. The picture had been taken a while ago, after her date with that creep Dylan, when she just wanted to have him around. He closed his eyes as he fell back onto the bed, holding the picture.

Frankie, he said softly before dozing off.

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You know he still has a crush on you right? Chris asked as they stopped at her room.

I know, she answered.

You dont think hell get over it, do you? he asked another question opening her door and pulling her inside.

Frankie looked up at him as he put the brake on her wheelchair and lifted her up into his arms. He had been taking care of her like this ever since the accident. He never complained, he never whined, it was like he enjoyed getting to take care of her. She looked away as he laid her on the bed and pulled the sheets up to her waist.

He will, she responded, trying to hide her red cheeks, he just needs to find the right girl.

Chris smiled as he sat down at the foot of her bed with his back to her. Frankie wanted to say something to him, for him to comfort her the way he used to when they were kids, but for now, she was just happy to have him by her side.

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Bloo slinked down the stairs the way he always did, but stopped short when he noticed something. He took a step closer to the picture wall and saw what appeared to be a younger Frankie, but she wasnt alone. There was a boy with her and she waskissing him? What the heck!

Wilt! Wilt! he screamed tearing the picture from the wall and searching for the lanky friend.

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Madame, I must protest! Mr. Herriman proclaimed.

Oh pipe down, Funny Bunny, the older woman replied hopping into her chair.

But Madame, if we allow both caretakers a day off who will complete the daily chores? They are not Master Wilts job and I have other, far more important duties to attend to! the rabbit came back.

Well, I suppose Ill just have to tell my granddaughter, who was hit by a car, and her friend, who hasnt had a decent nights sleep since the accident, that they cant have any time off because you have chores for them, Madame Foster answered sarcastically.

But, Madame he pleaded.

The older Foster raised her hand, telling Herriman she wouldnt hear anymore, Those two dont get but four months out of the year to spend time together. I wont force them to spend that time working, do you understand me?

The well dressed rabbit straightened his monocle, Yes, Madame, as you wish.

Good, now do it for me again, she said laughing.

Do I have to Madame? he whined.

Herriman Madame Foster answered sternly.

Mr. Herriman began prancing about singing his creators favorite song as she clapped and laughed.

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Sorry, Bloo, but youll have to ask Frankie about that, Wilt said taking a handful of popcorn.

The blob hopped up onto the couch, forcing himself between Wilt and Coco, What do you mean you dont know? Youve been here for years, how could you not know! he demanded.

The red, googlie eyed friend looked at his chum and replied sternly, Just because Ive been here for a while doesnt mean I havent been adopted before, he paused, this just happened to be taken while I was away.

The little friend looked at the picture again and was shocked that Frankie would kiss such a geek. He had glasses and he wore a collared shirt and around his neck hung a yin-yang necklace, jeez, what a loser, he thought hopping up off the couch.

Well, if you dont know, who would? he asked stepping out of the living room.

Frankie or maybe Madame Foster, Wilt replied taking another handful of popcorn.

With that the little friend was gone, determined to find the story behind the picture.

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The boy fell into a dark room surrounded on all sides by doors. Each had a Roman numeral and held his worst fears. Hed been here before. The boy backed away as one of the doors started creaking. Something was pounding on it from the other side and it sounded mean.

Whats wrong, Terrence? came a hauntingly familiar voice, Afraid of the dark?

The pimple faced boy leaned back against the opposite wall only to be launched forward by a powerful blow. An evil laughter filled the room as he crashed to the ground and one of the doors opened.

No, he said backing away in horror, its not possible!

The creature that stepped through resembled someone he knew only more nightmarish. Its piercing red eyes glowed behind red locks of stringy hair. It had chains wrapped around its right wrist and leather straps around the other and its hands were big and dirty as it reached for him.

Go on, scream, no one will hear you! You chased away anyone who could help you! it declared grabbing the boy by the throat and lifting him high into air.

Terrence looked down at the thing and finally recognized it. It couldnt be, not him!

Suddenly there was a wet feeling and the boy sat up screaming. He was back in his bed, but it was soggy and smelled. Looking down, he realized he had wet the bed. He hadnt done that since

There was something in his room staring at him through the darkness. Those same piercing red eyes, that same evil laugh.

Now then, where were we? it asked lunging at him.

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Chris pulled the sheets up over her. Frankie had finally fallen asleep. She looked so peaceful. The man bowed his head as he walked to the door. Why hadnt he been faster? Why did he have to slip? She never should have been hurt, he told himself turning off the light and closing the door.

He leaned back against it and slid to the ground. The accident kept replaying over and over in his head. Frankies body bouncing off the front end of that car and crashing down into the snow. The blood, her eyes piercing his soul, it all stuck in his mind. He should have been the one. It should have been him.

He sat at her door reliving the tragedy unaware that just down the hall a pair of innocent, young eyes watched him. Mac looked on as the man picked himself up off the ground and made his way down the stairs.

The boy closed his door and walked over to the desk in the corner of his room. There were get well cards from just about everyone, including a really big one signed by his closest friends. He wanted to be happy that all these people cared about him, but he couldnt. His eyes welled up as he curled up in a ball on the floor and cried. His family, his real family didnt want him, and here he was surrounded by imaginary friends that others didnt want. Is this what they felt like? Was this the pain they all suffered through? He laid there sobbing until sleeps warm embrace took him.

Outside his window, it had begun to snow again. The moon was covered by thick clouds, but some of its light shined through and lay over the boy. He was like them now. This was his home.

Chris stopped at the foot of the stairs and looked through the window above the front door. The snow brought a smile to his face. Maybe he just needed time to think, maybe if he went out for a while he could clear his head. Behind him stood Wilt. He didnt make a sound as Chris opened the door and let the cold air flow over him.

Its pretty cold out there, he said announcing his presence.

Yeah, was all Chris could say.

Wilt walked over to the man and rested his hand on his shoulder, You know its not your fault.

I should have been faster, he said pulling away from Wilt and stepping out into the night air.

The big red friend stepped out after him closing the door, You cant blame yourself for this, there was nothing you could have done.

Chris bowed his head thinking.

You werent fast enough, fine, but you cant dwell on that. It happened and the best thing you can do now is stay by her side and make sure nothing ever happens to her again, Wilt continued. She needs you to be strong for her and for Mac.

Mac. The boys image filled Chris mind.

Mac needs you and the rest of us to be there for him, to protect and love him. Were his family now!

Youre right, Wilt, Chris finally said. I wont let him down, the way I did Frankie.

Wilt couldnt believe what he had just heard, Let down? Let down! You didnt let Frankie down, Chris, you did the best you could! She got hurt, but you stayed by her side and now youre her arms and legs, you take care of her better than yourself! How can you say you let her down?

The man turned to look at the friend and the look in his eyes made him seem like the little boy Wilt used to know. Kneeling down to look into Chris eyes, Wilt pulled him into a tight embrace.

You didnt let her down, you did the very best you could and thats all that matters, the friend said assuredly.

Chris went wide eyed. That was the same thing he had said to Wilt six years ago after he lost his kid. He returned the embrace and then stepped back.

Thanks, Chris said looking Wilt in the eye.

Anytime, the tall friend replied standing up and walking back to the door, Now no more blaming yourself, right?

Chris turned back to look out over the front yard, Ill do my best.

Wilt smiled and walked back inside.

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The day of the trial was fast approaching and the members of the inner circle at Fosters were getting antsy. Madame Foster was going to attempt to become Macs legal guardian while Frankie, Wilt, Bloo, and Chris were testifying against Macs mom and Terrence. They had to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that Mac wasnt safe with his mom and that she let things happen that she could easily have prevented.

At the same time, there was good news, Frankies arm was nearly healed. The doctor called for her to come in and get one last x-ray on her arm. If it was healed she could have the cast off that same day.

In foyer Chris paced back and forth. He was extremely nervous about the trial. He had never been in court and more so he hated talking in front of big crowds of people. He just hoped he did enough to keep Mac safe. That was all that mattered at this point.

Alright, Chris, time to spill the beans, came a squeaky voice from behind.

He spun to see none other than Blooregard Q. Kazoo standing before him.

Whats with the get up, Bloo? he asked trying to suppress a laugh.

Bloo wore a Sherlock Holmes style hat, Mr. Herrimans monocle, and had a bubble pipe hanging from his mouth.

You know Herrimans gonna be pissed you took his monocle, Chris added.

Never mind me, lets talk about you, Bloo responded stepping forward, you and this picture tell a very intricate story that I for one demand to know.

Chris took the picture and looked at it. A big smile filled his face as Bloo watched.

Whats so funny? he asked.

Bloo, are you digging through my past because of this picture? Chris asked handing it back to the little friend.

Maybe, or maybe I just want to make sure you arent dangerous, Bloo answered puffing on his fake pipe.

Dangerous? Bloo, I am not dangerous, maybe a little unlucky or oblivious, but not dangerous. Besides, thats a just a picture of me and Frankie at her eleventh birthday, Chris explained, Its just a kiss on the cheek, nothing to make a big deal about.

A big deal? Of course its a big deal, youre trying to put the moves on Macs girl! Bloo blabbed.

Chris laughed at that, Macs girl? I dont know who youve been talking to, but Frankie and Mac, they arent dating, sides shes got fourteen years on him. Thats just wrong, not to mention illegal and immoral.

Bloo gave a puzzled look.

Alright, let me explain in a way that even you can understand, he said taking a breath, Frankie and Mac cant be together because theyre just friends, its against the law for anyone over the age of eighteen to have a relationship like that with a minor, and Frankie would never risk her future like that. Thats all, and as far as me putting the moves on Frankie, youre crazy. Im her imaginary friend and thats all.

Bloo looked at him, then back at the picture, and then back at him, Yeah, but

I was wearing something she picked out for me and got excited thats all, he said walking to the center of the room.

Alright then, answer me this, where have you been all this time? the blob asked.

Oh I cant tell you that, its top secret G-14 classified, and Id have to kill you if I told you, Chris laughed.

Bloos jaw dropped to the ground, Then you are a spy!

Chris spun to look at the tiny investigator.

Dont be stupid, Bloo, Mac said entering the room.

He looked much better than before. His black eye was almost gone and the nose was healed. The bruises that had covered him were faded, but he still whistled when he spoke because of his missing tooth.

Chris has been at his college campus, isnt that right? he said matter of factly.

Not bad, Mac, who told you? he asked confirming the statement.

Its sort of obvious, but Wilt told me, the boy answered, you go to school down in Florida and you only get to spend two months here for November and December and then two more for July and August, the rest of the time youre there.

Yup, he said, So now you know, happy Bloo?

The little blob shrugged, And here I thought you had some cool mysterious secret.

With that the blue blob slinked away. Mac looked over to Chris and apologized for that.

No problem, Chris said going back to pacing, how you feeling?

The boy walked up to Chris and stepped into his path, Im fine.

Chris stopped and looked at the boy, So then, whats up?

Mac didnt know what to say. Should he ask about the trial or maybe about Frankie?

Whatevers bothering you, you know you can always tell me, right? Chris asked.

The boy looked up into Chris eyes, Thank you.

With that he walked out after his imaginary friend leaving Chris alone in the huge room. The man looked around at the empty room and then up at the ceiling. This was one of his favorite rooms, just a nice big place to think, among other things. No, he was just coming up with reasons not to think about the trial now. He had to get his testimony straight, he couldnt afford to mess this up.

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Terrence walked down the street towards the home. He had to get his bearings straight if he was going to do this right. There it was, he thought as he stepped in front of the big cast iron gates. About thirty yards of open ground between him and the house. Within its thick walls and numerous rooms were his targets. Now all he had to do was get to them.

Soon, he said laughing as his eyes glowed red, Very soon.

To be continued

Okay, so, the fight isnt gonna happen for a while, but I will get to it, its just that I promised you all a fight youd never seen before and so in order to give you that I need some time to set up for it. Also the trial will actually be in the next chapter so theres that and oh what does everybody think of Terrences new imaginary friend? Hope you like him because youre gonna be seeing a lot more of him in coming chapters. A slow chapter, but I managed to fit some of Chris life into it and I managed to use Wilt and Bloo as more than just back ground characters, so go me. Well, thats all for now, later.

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