Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend – Chapter 3

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With a sigh of utter relief Mac crept out into the open
and began to make his way back in the direction of home.

So far, so good. He whispered to himself. Of course, he
remembered, there wasn’t too much to worry about. Well, besides the fact that
he was being used as a pawn in his older brothers quest for more drugs, at the
moment things were working out pretty well. Of course, these Saturday morning
runs were always the easiest. His Mom was usually gone by seven-thirty, which
meant that Mac could meet Ben in the alley by eight. When the sale was done,
then Mac could come home, slip it into Terrences room (where the dumb ape
would still be asleep until noon) and then he would be free to spend his day at
Fosters without any worry at all. Plus, of course, this early in the morning
there was always the greatly reduced chance of being caught by anyone-

BEEP! BEEP!

At the sound of the car horn blaring directly behind
him, Mac almost leapt three feet in the air with a horrified scream of
surprise. Immediately he whirled about, his arms raised high above his head.

AAAAAA! I didnt do anything! I didn- he stopped in
mid-sentence when he realized he wasnt facing a police cruiser. In reality,
the small, flamboyantly colored bus that pulled up next to him on the curb was
probably the last thing he had been
expecting at all. As Mac gasped in relief, the doors of the Fosters bus opened
to reveal a very concerned redheaded young woman.

Mac? Frankie asked, cocking her head. Jeez, what
are you doing out here this early?

Frankie! Uh, um, you see, I, uh, I had to go, and,
uh, and Mac struggled to find a somewhat believable excuse.

Ohhhhhhh. Now
I see. Frankie replied with a smirk. Its pretty clear what happened here.
she said, almost accusingly.
Mac gave a hard gulp. It was all over now

Morning errands suck, dont they? Frankie laughed,
pointing to the back of the bus, where at least twenty grocery bags lined the
seats. Whatd you have to get for your Mom? Loaf of bread? Quart of milk?
Lucky, wish I was you. I woke up half an hour ago and found that there had
absolutely NO cereal left in the house. You shouldve been there to see the
look on the Bunnys face thought. Ha, I thought Mr. Anal-Compulsive was getting
to wet himself right there in the kitchen! she chuckled, Mac forcing himself
to join along with a nervous snicker. Frankie smiled warmly and motioned him to
climb aboard.

Well, dont just stand there! Hop on, Ill take you
over to the house.

Gee, thanks Frankie! Mac replied gratefully,
ascending the bus stairs. Thank y-wait! Wait! No!

No what? Frankie shot him a quizzical look as she
stepped on the gas.

Frankie, wait! You gotta turn the bus around, I need
to drop something off at home! Mac pleaded. Being late to pick up the goods
from Ben was bad enough, but Mac knew very well that if he failed to drop off
the goods at home on time, the repercussions for that particular violation would
be ten times worse. As he broke out
into a panicked sweat, Frankie began to feel a little unnerved by the
eight-year-olds frantic behavior.

Why, what is it? Did you pick up something that
needs to be stored in the fridge?

Please, Frankie, I just want-

Whats the rush? I thought your Mom is at work by
now.

Yeah, she is. Wait, no, I mean no! No, hold on, I
mean- Mac spouted incoherently, rapidly loosing his wits.

Why cant you just take it with you? Frankie asked
as if it was no big deal. I can stick it in the fridge when we get back to
Fos-

Frankie, I really need you to just-

No, itll be fine. Ill even take a sticky note and
mark it for you so-

FRANKIE I JUST WANT TO DROP IT OFF AT HOME! Mac
involuntarily shrieked.

For a few seconds, both boy and girl just stared at
each other, equally shocked by the outburst. Finally, Frankie shrugged her
shoulders as she relented, still eyeing Mac a bit warily as he took a seat.

Fine, fine. If it means that much to you, I’ll stop
by your apartment. But still

Nah, I think we have enough set out for everyone. Just
set those in the pantry for now.

Okay then! Wilt answered cheerily, picking up the bags
and carting them off, whistling happily. Frankie however, always one to be
uplifted when Wilt was around, did not share in on her friends usually
infectious joyful mood today. She chewed her lip anxiously as she unloaded some
eggs into the fridge, mentally going over the facts of a rapidly growing
problem.

Something was wrong with Mac. But even worse, Frankie
realized unhappily, this wasnt something new to her, not at all. Always the
observant one, she had been noticing an obvious change that had been taking
place in Fosters favorite eight-year-old for a few weeks now.

When he first began showing signs of odd behavior, Frankie
had just brushed it off as maybe a little problem at home or school that
probably wasnt her business and would blow over in a few days or so. However,
as those “few days” stretched out into a couple days, and then
finally into weeks with still no sign of recovery in sight, she realized she
had been wrong, very wrong with that assumption. Mac was not improving, and if
anything, after that whole episode downtown that morning, his plight was only
growing at a pace the girl could barely comprehend. All the signs were pointing
to the same fact: whatever this thing was, it was something she couldnt ignore
anymore.

First of all, Mac was now always leaving the house early
once or twice a week, always attributing it to an overload of homework. That
of course was the biggest lie Frankie had ever heard in her life. Why in the
world would he getting that much homework in elementary school, of all places?
She didnt even get that work until she was in the seventh grade! Why would
they put that much stress on an eight-year-old? No elementary school teacher
could possibly be that cruel. It was obvious that every time Mac brought up
that homework excuse, he was using it as a lame cover-up for something else.
But what?

Whatever it was, it didnt seem good. Frankie deduced this
from the peculiar change in behavior that she noticed had taken place in Mac
over the past weeks. Where was that happy brown-haired little bundle of joy and
enthusiasm who always showed up with a grin at three oclock every afternoon?
Mac seemed to have unexpectedly developed an extreme case of paranoia
overnight. He was now jumpy and nervous all the time, constantly checking his
watch, always acting like someone was going to leap out and attack him. Now,
whenever Mac acted like…well, Mac, those occurrences were now extremely rare
if anything. What was wrong? The poor little guy wasnt even able to handle
that friendly honk she gave him that morning, she couldve sworn Mac wouldve
leapt clear out of his skin if he could.

Speaking of that, just what in the world was he doing downtown anyway that early
in the morning?

“Stupid, stupid, stupid.” Frankie grumbled as
she smacked herself angrily on the forehead. Why the hell did she think he was
making a run to the grocery store? She saw him dart out of the alleyway near
the pharmacy, which was at least five
blocks opposite of the supermarket! Just what was really going on there? It
was all too clear he wasnt there to pick up a prescription. Something ugly was
going on.

Scratch that,
she realized with a groan. Something definitely
very ugly that was going on, Frankie thought as she contemplated the fourth and
most unpleasant piece of evidence. Whatever was happening to Mac, foul play was
definitely playing a major role in it.

During the past few weeks, Mac had definitely been
showing up everyday with more than the usual amount of bumps, cuts and bruises.
Now, Frankie of course knew very well what a jerk his oafish older brother
Terrence was to him. But was it really just the usually bullying gone
overboard? No, it couldnt be. She knew he liked to pick on Mac, but could he
really be that diabolical? And why the sudden increase then in harassment
lately?

Already she had tried to pry out of Mac what was
going on, but whenever she tried to inquire, she never got very much of a
response. Actually, whenever she asked about a new cut or bruise, he would
immediately always attribute it to some game of soccer that got out of hand, or
a basketball match out back that went a bit awry. Was it really just the result
of a little roughhousing with friends?

Wilt? she asked hopefully.

Yeah, what it is Frankie? the lanky imaginary
friend answered as he loaded some more groceries onto a rather tall shelf.

Umhave you guys been playing a little more,
uhroughly than usual? You know, you, Ed,
Coco,
BlooMac? she asked, hoping for the best.

Sorry, not that I know of. We always keep it pretty
safe.

Really. Um, no one getting…hurt or anything?

Nope. Wilt answered with a smile and a thumbs-up.
Nothing but good, clean fun! Why do you ask?

Well, so much for that option. Oh, nothing. Frankie
replied, a little crushed

That was it. There was no point in denying the
blaring obvious truth. Mac was in trouble, and whatever it was, it was
definitely serious. But what was it? That was Frankies next big dilemma.
Whatever it was, the little guy was obviously refusing to tell anyone about it.
Not Wilt, Ed,
Coco, probably not his
overworked Mom, not even his best friend, Bloo. How awful of a situation did
you have to be in where you couldnt even tell anyone the blatantly obvious?

Well, not
matter whats going on, hes not hiding it from me any longer! Frankie
mentally resolved to herself. There was absolutely no way that she was going to
let Mac practically sink to the ninth level of hell in front of her own eyes
and not do a thing about it. If he didnt want to tell anyone about it, then
she would have to make him tell her about it. It probably wasn’t going to be
easy, but what choice did she really have?

She couldnt just stand aside and let her friend
destroy himself like this, right in front of everyone. No, not Mac. Not her
friend. What would she do without him? Not her special little guy, he was
almost like a…a…little…

What was the word she was looking for?

Miss.

Frances! Miss

Frances! Mr.
Herrimans voice on the house intercom sharply interrupted Frankies dramatic
resolution. She cursed mentally and slammed her fist down on the counter.

WHAT? she yelled back irritably.

Miss

Frances,
we have a situation that requires your urgent and immediate attention!

Aw cmon! Im in the middle of something important
here! Frankie protested.

Miss

Frances,
please, the situation is dire! The third level hallway has become saturated
from floor to ceiling with, um, well, what appears to be a gooey substance of a
somewhat… well, chocolate-like flavor

WHAT? Frankie screeched, barely able to realize the
words that reached her ears. Oh
no…oh no! No! No! Not again! No! No no no no no! NOOOOOOOOO! she
wailed, grabbing a mop from the nearby utility closet and rushing up the
stairs.

Wilt! I need five buckets of hot water, third floor,
stat! Get Ed to block off the hallway! AND BLOO! YOU BETTER PRAY TO GOD I DONT
GET MY HANDS ON YOU! IF I CATCH YOU, I SWEAR I WILL STICK YOU ON A ROASTING
SPIT AND SERVE YOU FOR DINNER TONIGHT! YOU HEAR ME? BLOOOOOOOOOOO!

That outbreak that morning was a close call. Mac knew that
he couldnt let that happen again, he couldnt let Frankie get to him like
that. God knows he was practically at breaking point already, he couldnt keep
up the twisted game of charades for much longer. He was lucky today, though.
Shortly after they got back to Fosters, Bloos third attempt at trying to
create an indoor pudding pool had become the largest pudding-related disaster
Fosters Home for Imaginary Friends had ever seen. This meant of course that
Frankie had no time today for any question-and-answer sessions as her job
required her to tend to the catastrophe immediately. Even as he had left the
house a few minutes ago, she was still unsuccessfully battling the chocolaty
mess upstairs as far as he knew.

Hello? Anyone? Im home! Mac announced as he entered the
apartment. No answer. His mom must still be at work, which was usual.

Wait, but in that case, then where was Terr-

Before he knew it, once found again found himself in an
all-too familiar position. Pressed hard against the living-room wall, Mac came
face to face with a furious-looking Terrence.

What the fuck, Mac? he yelled angrily. Whatthehellhappenedtoday? he demanded, shaking Mac
violently to emphasize every word.

What? I didnt do anything! Everything was fine! You got
your stuff! You got your stuff! Mac cried, trying to wriggle out of his
brothers firm grasp.

Lyin little son of a bitch! Terrence roared, smacking
the boy hard against the wall.

Thats not what Ben told me. What did you tell her? he
demanded angrily.

Tell who what? Please, I didnt tell anyone anyt-OW! Mac
cried as Terrence struck him hard against his face.

Dont screw with me, asshole! Ben told me everything that
happened this morning. He told me that right after you got the weed, he saw you
get on the bus from that goddamn freak house! he accused, giving Mac another
hard slap to the face. You told her, didnt you! The redheaded chick?
Squealer! Why I oughta

Please Terrence no! FRANKIE DOESNT KNOW ANYTHING! Mac
screamed before going silent, eyes wide open in dumb terror. Terrence continued
to glare at his horrified little brother for a few more seconds, until finally
his crooked, misshapen teeth broke out into an ugly smile.

Good boy, I knew you wouldnt let me down. He said with
a grunting laugh. He loosened his hold on Macs shirt, causing the boy to
tumble to the floor with a loud thump. As Mac tried to cover up the beginnings
of a nosebleed, Terrence knelt down and roughly shoved a small bag into Macs
lap.

All right little dude, listen up! Ben’s gonna get in a
big shipment in a day or two, some real high-class stuff. When Moms working
late Monday, Im gonna have some friends over so we can try it out. That is,
after you pick it up for us, of course. He said with a cruel snigger. Now,
theres like a hundred bucks in there, and we all chipped in for this. This is
a big pick up, so dont fuck this one up, okay?

Mac could only nod, trying to clot the blood that now
streamed furiously from his nose.

Oh yeah, one more thing. Terrence added with an evil
grin. Just a reminder, if you think you ever can tell anyone about this, especially anyone at that stupid
house the teen cracked his knuckles loudly.

Mac could only sob once in horror as his brother advanced
upon him.