Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 9

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Nothing could ease the coldness he felt in his heart.

Strange as it was, that was the only way Mac could describe it. That dark, empty feeling he felt, the icy pain that felt if it was chilling his very soul. No amount of blankets or warm beverages could do anything to aid him of his dumb shock. But then again, nothing much helps anyway when you find out your family is

Dead. Mac thought silently to himself. Mom. Terrence. Dead. Gone. Forever.

Again the chills swept violently through his body. Mac took a sip of cocoa, but he knew very well that it wouldnt do any good. How long had it been since the uniformed woman at his front door told him the horrible news? Three, maybe four hours? It felt like an eternity.

Wh-wha? Whats going on?

Hi there. Are you Mac?

Yeah, but

Listen honey, I need to tell you something. I know youre not going to believe me, but last night

Mac shut his eyes as he quickly repressed what happened earlier that morning. God knows how many times he already replayed that awful moment over in his mind: first, waking up, finding the apartment completely emptythe sudden knock on the door…the mysterious lady adorned with a police badge.seeing the all-too familiar battered pink purse in her hands.the terrible moment of truth

Mac didnt cry though as he went over the horrid memory again for the millionth time. He felt like he had already done more than enough of that for the next ten years. He probably almost dehydrated with the amount of tears that he shed earlier. For now, his puffy eyes stayed bone dry as he sat huddled in the midst of the busy station, with officers running about and attending to God knows what. But he knew the tears would come back. They would keep returning to him for a while.

That was it. His mother, older brother, gone. Sure, his mother wasnt there as much as he liked in his life, and of course Terrence had done nothing but mercilessly pick on his baby brother for as long as Mac could remember. But even then, as the chills surged up and down his spine, Mac knew he would give everything at that point for just one more hug from his mother, or even one more noogie from his brother.

But no, that was all gone forever. Things would never be the same and Mac knew it. His life as he had known it was over.

But how were things going to turn out now? The little boy gave a dry sob as he contemplated his few possibilities. His mother was gone. There was no dad, for that drunken louse ran off on them long ago. Hell, they hadnt had a clue where he disappeared to for years. Even if they did find him, what judge in his right mind would award such an awful human being custody of an eight-year-old child?

There were no grandparents. There were no aunts, no uncles, no cousins; no one. His entire family had been in that car when the drunk driver had crashed into it and now, they were all gone.

Mac had absolutely no one left in the world.

Well, not exactly. As if brought on by divine intervention, no sooner had Mac finished his thought a nearby door burst open. He looked up and only needed a second to recognize the flash of a crimson ponytail just narrowly sticking out among all the busy officers rushing about. In an instant Mac hurled off the blanket, dropped the cocoa and dived forward off the bench, hovering in midair for barely a moment before Frankie grabbed him in a tight embrace.

PalI-Im so sorry Was all Frankie could manage to say before she began to cry. Macs eyes had already begun to well up since the moment he saw her enter, and already the little boy had completely dissolved into tears, unable to respond with a comprehensible reply. Cradling him gently, Frankie carried the bawling Mac back over to the bench and took a seat. Once they were settled down, Mac immediately felt a smaller pair of arms wrap around him in a tight hug.

Macoh jeezbuddy Bloo tried to sputter out some kind of reassurance, but like Frankie he too was unable to contain himself and burst out sobbing, unable to do anything but hold his creator tightly and hoping that his presence alone would ease Mac’s inconsolable grief somewhat.

It was a pathetic sight to behold. The girl, the boy, the imaginary friend, all three clung tightly to each other miserably, the tears flowing freely down their faces like tiny rivers. Frankie tried to unsuccessfully calm down the boy by hushing soothingly into his ear.

Shhhh..cmon pal..itll be okay. Dont worry, everythings going to be all right. I-I promise. She managed to choke out.

No. Mac sobbed back. No, its not.

After being able to do nothing but weep uncontrollably for a good twenty minutes, Mac finally calmed down somewhat and simply dozed off in her arms, completely exhausted from the recent turn of events. Bloo had quickly followed his best friends example and too drifted off into an uneasy sleep, also wiped out by the emotionally draining happenings of the last two hours.

Frankie began to gently run her fingers between Macs chestnut-brown hair as she struggled to make sense of the shocking turn of events.

The childs mother and brother were gone, just like that. As simple as it sounded when summed up at the basics though, she still found herself having immense difficulty wrapping her mind around the very idea. Why was it in just one moment, two peoples lives could be ended so suddenly and so brutally, turning everything upside down in just one-

Her thoughts became momentarily interrupted when Mac suddenly whimpered in his sleep and began to wriggle about uneasily. Immediately Frankies strong maternal instinct kicked in and she hugged the little boy closer to herself, nuzzling him gently and shushing soothingly into his ear. This course of motherly action did the trick, and after a few moments Mac calmed down and rested silently in her arms again. With that minor crisis averted, she settled back into a state of contemplation.

Well, there really wasnt any need to review what happened anymore. Macs mother and older brother were dead. That was it. Got in a car accident, neither one survived, what else was there to say? As much as she loathed admitting it, that basically was all there was to it. They had both died they werent coming back, and there was absolutely nothing that could be done to change that unfortunate truth.

What was to become of Mac, then? Frankie knew all too well that he had no Dad to pick up the slack. According to Mac, the good-for-nothing bum had run off when he was only three, and that had basically been the last they had had heard of him. Okay, so scratch that option.

But what other choices were left? In all the time she had known him, Frankie had never heard Mac mention any other family members or relatives of any sort. Never any talk of a grandma or grandpa, no word of Aunt so-and-so or Uncle whats-his-face, no mention of cousin whoever or anything like that.

Frankie instinctively hugged the little boy closer as she mulled over the cold, awful truth with a whimper of horror; Mac was now an orphan. He didnt have anyone left to look after him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Just what in the HELL are you thinking, Frankie? Her common sense suddenly shrieked at her.

Frankie quickly snapped out of her quagmire of depression as soon as she realized how dead wrong she was. Damn, just what the hell was she thinking? Orphan? No one else left? That was probably the biggest lie she had ever heard in her entire life.

Hes still had his big sister.

She wasnt a sibling in the traditional sense, however; she wasnt even biologically related to Mac. Indeed, the girl herself didnt think their relationship would go that far at all when she had met him originally almost a year ago. Back then, he was just a little boy looking for a place for his best friend whom his mother wouldnt let him keep anymore. Although she was delighted by the fact that he was the first child she’d seen who returned for his imaginary friend, she didn’t exactly pay that much attention to him at first.

However things change over time. Despite the fact the in the beginning Mac came to Foster’s only to keep Bloo from getting adopted, he received a great deal of bonding experience with the twenty-two-year-old house caretaker at an unprecedented rate. Indeed, a considerable deal of it was accomplished just a week later after Bloo began living at the house, when while during a very ill-fated trip to the mall, both Mac and Frankie found themselves huddled together inside a clothing rack, hiding from the twenty-or-so security guards hot on their heels. Although the entire outing was an official failure, topped off by the fact that they were still late for her grandmother’s birthday, there was at least one good outcome: she now had a new friend.

Things basically all took off from there, before Frankie knew it she was constantly finding herself in new situations that enabled her to grow closer to the little boy. When Mac suddenly began to volunteer to help her out with the housework, which in itself alone was a blessing for the often-overworked caretaker. Then there was that whole internet-related episode that Frankie didnt exactly like to dwell on too much anymore, although the words Funny Bunny could be brought up. There was also a myriad of weird, goofy adventures, along with all those long hours in which her chores were actually made somewhat fun, and of course a million smaller shared moments in between.

Before Frankie knew it, he was no longer “Mac,” the little kid she befriended who visited every day and would occasionally help her with the laundry. He was now suddenly “Mac,” the little brother that Frankie had never had, growing up alone as the only other human resident of Foster’s besides her grandmother. Of course even when they had both mutually accepted the fact at heart, it had taken a little longer for both of them to comprehend the fact in their minds. It actually took an awful event in which Mac was helplessly trapped in a situation of complete and utter despair, in which Frankie had to step in and fully realize how much he actually meant to her. Long story short, Terrence was using Mac as an errand boy to deliver his drugs for him, she had found out, as expected a few scrawny teens had been little match for her, and in the end she officially adopted Mac as a little brother and stepped in to fill the role as older sibling. True, the imaginary friend adoption form she stole from Mr. Herrimans office and hung in her room after making some changes to it wasnt really an official legal document, but at the time it seemed good enough to suit then both.

Just when Mac needed her most, Frankie had taken the daunting challenge head on, and in the end managed to come through with flying colors. However, saving Mac from life as a drug pawn seemed like a piece of cake at this point compared to what Frankie faced at this point. She knew Mac didnt need some help from some sisterly figure. Now he needed a home. He needed a family.

He needed a mother.

This was all happening so fast, she was almost overwhelmed by it all. When she had first gotten up that morning, her biggest worries had been that she was running low on her favorite shampoo. Now here she was, possibly on the verge of becoming some childs parent, of all things.

As soon as the full force of this undeniable truth finally dawned upon her, almost immediately she could feel the sharp pangs of panic set in. While Frankie chewed anxiously upon her lower lip, the sincerely frightened young womans mind instinctively began racing to find any other possible options.

Much to her profound shock however, she found this to be a near-impossible task. Every time she tried to picture Mac being shuttled off to some social welfare agency, her stomach seemed to tie itself up in a massive knot and she actually shuddered at the very idea. After a few more unsuccessful attempts, Frankie was forced to understand that the very thought of any of her other possible outcomes practically sickened her; to imagine Mac anywhere but with his remaining family actually felt wrong.

Frankie trembled slightly, took a hard swallow and licked bone-dry lips once she realized what had to be done. It had now become clear that she, Bloo, and everyone else back at Fosters where the only ones Mac had left. But more importantly, what was even more painfully obvious that she was the only one willing to look after and actually raise the child.

Her mind however was still a maelstrom of panicked self-doubt. Event though she cared deeply for Macstill, her? Now? Could she suddenly just take on the role as full-time guardian of an eight-year-old boy, fresh out of college, with her full-time duties as a caretaker? And not even so much as a boyfriend?

After what felt like an eternity of deep, silent contemplation, Frankie finally managed to break out into a weak grin when the truth became clear; she had already known the answer deep in her heart from the very beginning.

Mac. She said softly, gently shaking the boy. Mac! Cmon pal, wake up.

Wha? the dozy child asked dazedly as he slowly opened his eyes.

Whats goin on? Bloo asked, also awoken by Frankies efforts.

Mac, listen to me. I-

Excuse me, Miss Frances! someone suddenly interrupted her. Frankie looked up wit an irritated scowl at Mr. Herriman, who for the past hour or so had been talking with the police about various matters as he had referred to them before he attended to business and left Frankie with Bloo and Mac shortly after they arrived.

Look, could you please just give me a moment? I gotta-

Priorities, Miss Frances! Mr. Herriman quipped. You must save whatever you wished to speak of for later. At the moment this official requires our utmost and immediate attention. he stepped aside to reveal the middle-aged Caucasian woman standing behind him, dressed in a smart blue skirt and jacket and her black hair done up in a tight bun.

Social Worker, probably. Frankie noted while the woman nodded politely.

Good morning, Miss Foster. My name is Melinda Corningston; Im with Social Services.

Figures. Frankie thought to herself as she positioned Bloo and Mac so she could sit upright.

What do you want? she asked, eyeing the woman a bit warily.

The social worker took a moment to clear her throat before replying. Ahem. Well, as Im sure you all well know, we have quite a bit of a dilemma on our hands here…”

No shit, lady. Thought Frankie with a bit of a scowl. She had only known the woman for a few seconds and already her prim and businesslike matter reminded the redhead just a little too much of a humanoid, female Mr. Herriman.

“Now as well all know, due to the passing of the boys mother and brother here

Mac buried his face into Frankies shoulder with a sad moan.

the child is now without a proper guardian. We have already checked our sources, and we have been unable to locate any relatives to possibly take him in. So, as he is without a suitable home at this point

Dont you worry, I do believe that weve quite settled the matter. Mr. Herriman added. Frankie took a deep breath, smiled weakly at Mac and ruffled his hair affectionately.

Well, if we gotta do it, I think I-

Mac shall be placed in the care and protection of a local orphanage until he is adopted by a suitable family. The bureaucrat finished bluntly in her cold, flat tone.

As soon as those fateful words had been spoken, Frankies jaw dropped in shock and she stared blankly at the woman in complete and utter disbelief as Mac froze with terror in her lap. Had that woman really just stated the unthinkable?

WHAT? The young woman yelled in mortified dismay.

You cant! You cant! Bloo immediately began to protest angrily.

NO! Mac sobbed in horror as he clung tightly to Frankie.

Im sorry. The social worker replied flatly. But with no surviving relatives to look after him, we simply have no other choice.

Unfortunately, after discussing the matter over with her, this is the way it has to be. added Mr. Herriman, seemingly blind to the horrified reactions to the proposed arrangement. Master Mac, if youll just come along with –

NO! Frankie refused flatly as she protectively hugged Mac closer. No, you wont!

We wont let you! Bloo growled furiously as he placed himself in front of his best friend.

I-I dont want to go! Mac wailed as fresh tears began to stream down his face. Mr. Herriman sighed apologetically, before dutifully lashing out with a stern reprimand, as if that would somehow be enough to convince them.

Miss Frances! Master Blooregard! Please! Your behavior is quite unacceptable! I understand your reluctance, but I have personally reviewed the matter over myself, and this is what the law dictates!

No, no you cant! Frankie sobbed, unable to belief what she was hearing as hot tears of rage flooded down her face. He doesnt need to go! Hes got a family right here! she insisted fiercely.

Excuse me? the imaginary rabbit murmured confusedly, clearly taken off guard by her reply. What do you mean-

Dont take away my best friend in the world! Bloo interrupted, bawling unhappily.

Miss Foster, please, youre only making matters worse! Its for the best! If youll only just hand over the child- An increasingly frustrated Miss Corningston tried to reason with her. The girl only snarled and shook her head furiously as she held on to Mac as tightly as possible.

I wont! I wont! I wont! I wont-HEY! What the? Just what do you think youre doing? No! No! Frankie cried as a burly policeman suddenly grabbed hold of both her and Bloo after a gesture from the social worker.

For heavens sake! Is there really any need for this? Mr. Herriman attempted to protest the unnecessarily harsh action, but with little success. As the brawny officer the imaginary blob and young woman down tightly in their seat, two others tried to wrestle Mac from the iron grip Frankie had on him.

Maam, please! one of the officers pleaded. I know youre upset, but-

Let go! Let go of him! You cant! IwontletyouNOOOOO! Frankie screamed heartbrokenly as Mac was brutally wrenched from her arms. Mac squealed in horror as Miss Corningston took hold of him.

No! No, I dont want to go! I dont want to go! he cried as he squirmed ferociously in the womans grip.

Mac, please settle down! the social worker said none-too-soothingly while she struggled to get a good hold on the hysterical child.

HEEELLP! Mac yelled as he reached out to his imaginary friend and big sister.

Give him back! Give him back! Frankie hissed at the officer that restrained her. The man shook his head sadly.

Im sorry, but I cant-YOW! he roared in pain as Bloo suddenly bit deeply into his arm. As soon as the officer let go, Bloo and Frankie immediately darted forward. The twenty-two-year-old stretched out her arms as far as they would go, desperately wanting nothing in the world at that moment except to get to the child who frantically reached out for her.

Miss Frances, wait! Mr. Herriman roared in alarm, but his pleas were drowned out in the midst of the chaos.

Dont let them take me! Dont let them take me! Mac sobbed. However, as Frankie’s fingers just brushed his hands, she was suddenly roughly grabbed and yanked back as the social worker continued to hurriedly exit the station, very much eager to be rid of the vexed pair of lunatics trying to reclaim the shrieking boy in her arms.

OOF! What the hell? Lemmego, lemmego! Leggo, you sons of bitches! Frankie snarled ferociously at the cop who held her tightly by the arms. Another officer had already nabbed Bloo in midair, who now thrashed about wildly in his grip.

You cant stop me! I wont let you! No! Not Mac! Not Mac! he howled as he gave everything he had, swinging his little arms wildly and snapping savagely at anything that came in range of his teeth.

OUCH! Dammit, the little punk bit me again! the burly officer cursed as he desperately tried to get a good hold on the crazed imaginary friend.

Mr. Herriman could scarcely believe the appalling sight before him. In just a matter of moments it had become obvious that two policemen and women were not enough to stop the wild pair. Now, no less then six fully trained officers struggled in vain to subdue the two. Two were trying to contain the outraged Frankie and the others grappled with the ravenous Bloo, actually trying to fit a piece of duct tape over his mouth to prevent him from biting anymore. Despite the seemingly overwhelming odds, the two were still giving an excellent account of themselves.

Stop this! Stop this at once! Mr. Herriman implored frantically. Desist your resistance this instant! Please, stop it right-

Frankies eyes bulged in fury as she refused to go down under the force of four police officers. Thrashing about madly, teeth bared like an angry dog’s and snarling curses left and right at the men and women who tried to subdue her, she resembled an enraged wild animal of some sort more than anything else.

You cant do this to Mac! I wont let any of you! she roared defiantly as she kicked out and struck someone square on the kneecap.

Maam, settle down! one frantic officer tried to reason with her. If you continue, well be forced to-

FRANKIEEEEEE! Mac shrieked as he was carried off.

That did it. Frankie didn’t care what the law had dictated. She didn’t care that she was violently resisting several officers of the law, and didnt give a damn that she was only seconds away from being put under arrest.

She couldnt let them take Mac.

Drawing deep from hidden, untapped energy reserves, Frankie gave a savage roar as she violently burst free of her captors. Immediately she made another mad dash, sobbing with every ragged breath.

Dont worry Mac! Dont worry! she cried. Everythings going to be alright! I promise! Every-AAUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHH!

One quick-thinking policewoman had had enough. Almost as soon as Frankie had broken free, she immediately reached for her taser and fired off a well-aimed shot. The redheaded girl screeched as she felt a jolt of electricity rip painfully through her body, momentarily incapacitating her and sending her crashing to the ground.

As soon as Frankie hit the floor, two officers were on top of her, starting the desperate struggle all over again. While she fought in vain to escape once more, she took one final look up at Mac as the hysterically sobbing little boy was carried out.

BLOOOOOO! FRANKIEEEEEE! he screamed one last time.

MAAAAAAAAC! Frankie shrieked as she watched him get carried out of sight.

As they disappeared from view, Frankie could’ve sworn that she heard the sound of her heart violently rip in half. The girl immediately burst into tears as she finally stopped resisting the officers that pinned her to the floor, and was sobbing so hard she couldnt even feel them snap the handcuffs onto her wrists.

Mac was gone.

They had failed.

She had failed.