Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend – Chapter 5

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Mac was tired of it all. Tired of being told what to do.
Tired of being pushed around by everyone bigger and older than he was. It was
bad enough with Terrence and Ben making his life a living hell almost every
day. But now, after Frankie’s constant intrusions culminating with what had
happened a few hours ago, Mac felt like he had just been pushed over the edge
completely. Was this it? Was this the way things were going to be? Was he just
going to let every jerk boss him around and tell him what to do, every single
day?

No.

Mac’s little fists almost turned white he clenched them so
tightly in blind fury. Not any more. This was it. He felt as if he had been
pushed completely to his limit. At that very moment didn’t care about all the
threats, all the warning beatings, everything. He just couldn’t take it
anymore. Mac was just to angry, just so angry at everything right now he just
didn’t care. Enough was enough. With a look of furious determination the little
boy stood up and started racing off downtown, pumping his legs furiously. This
was it.

He’d show Frankie who could take care of who. He’d show
Terrence who he really was. He’d show them. He’d show them all.

The grungy teen suddenly gasped in fright and threw
himself against the wall as he heard the wail of a nearby police siren. Much to
his relief though, the noise quickly faded away, meaning the car had passed on
by. Well, so far so good. Still, he was becoming more and more anxious with
every passing second. Clenching his teeth and cracking his knuckles, Ben
decided that if the kid wasnt showing up soon, then it would probably be time
for another little talk to remind him how things worked around here.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps nearby. The paranoid dealer
looked up in shock, ready to make a run for it. However, much to his relief he
quickly recognized the small figure making his way down the alley.

Christ Mac, what the hell took you so long? God damn, you
know what happens when you show up late?” he growled angrily, shaking his
fist. “You little punk! Did you know what I oughta do to you?”

Mac said nothing. Eyes narrowed, he stared back boldly,
completely unintimidated.

Jesus, that’s
weird. Ben thought. Usually during the transactions, the kid always acted
like he was about to wet himself in panic. What was his deal?

No, no time for that. Normally, he wouldn’t taken
this chance to smack the leaving snot out of the boy, but Ben had already been
waiting too long. He just wanted to make the sale and get the hell out of
there. He’d enforce the “rules” next time.

“Okay Mac, let’s just do this. Here’s the stuff,
just take it and give me-“

“No.” Mac interrupted flatly. Ben looked up
at him in shock. “What?”

“You heard me.” Mac said again in the same
flat tone.

Ben gritted his teeth angrily. He just wanted to
leave. NOW. “Dammit Mac, I got no time for games! Just take the
stuff!” he grunted, shoving a large bag of pot into Mac’s hands. While the
dealer waited impatiently, Mac just coolly looked over the sack in his hands,
as if he had just forgotten what to do next. Ben was rapidly losing his
patience.

“C’mon, let’s go! Let’s go! You know what
happens next! Just hand over the-“

Before he could finish the sentence, Mac suddenly
ripped the bag open with a savage tearing movement. Before the stunned teen
could react in any way, the kid quickly hopped onto a discarded crate and
dumped the bags contents into the nearby dumpster, all the time with a look of
furious determination on his face. By the time Ben was able to contemplate what
was going on, the entire bag had been completely emptied.

MacWHAT THE HELL? he cried in dismay. Mac looked
him square in the eyes as he tossed the empty bag.

Go find yourself someone else to deliver your damn
drugs. I quit. Mac replied furiously. And with that the boy turned around and
made his way out of the alley.

Or at least thats Mac wanted to. Unfortunately
,plans never work out they way you want them to, especially ones that are
thought up of in a second in the midst of a blind fury. He only took two steps
before he was savagely tackled onto the pavement. With an angry yell, Ben
picked up Mac and tossed him head first into a bunch of garbage cans.

As soon as his head hit the metal cans, all of his
blind rage vanished in an instant as he fully realized what he had actuality
just done. However, before he could bemoan the fact that he didnt pay more
attention to his common sense, Ben snatched the boy by his shirt collar and
lifted him up so the were face-to-face.

YOU ASSHOLE! Do you have any clue how much pot you
just trashed? Jesus, what the hell is the matter with you?

I-I, I-I-I j-just t-thought- Mac desperately tried
to explain as he slowly realized the full consequences of his actions. Ben
silenced him with a smack on the head.

Godammit, do you have any idea what youve done? Oh
God, this is it! Now youre done it! Youre asking for it now! he fumed.
Keeping Mac pinned up with one hand, he took out his cell phone with the other
and made a call.

W-what are you going to do? Mac asked, barely
unable to speak above a terrified whisper.

Hey, Terrence? Yeah, we got a problem here. Listen,
dont ask, just grab the guys and bring them here. It seems that its time for
you and your kid brother to have a little talk…

Already extremely frazzled, Frankie quickly gave up after
a few futile pulls, throwing her end to the ground furiously.

AUGH! Thats it! I give up! I give up! she cried,
throwing up her arms in mock hysterics.

Oh, cmon dearie, dont throw in the towel yet! Or in
this case, the bed sheet. Someone interrupted with a soft chuckle. Frankie
groaned, not caring to look up as she already recognized the speaker.

Hi Grandma. She mumbled, grabbing a stack of clean
towels waiting to be folded. Madame Foster, founder and head of Fosters Home
for Imaginary Friends, slowly hobbled into the laundry room, clucking in mock
disapproval.

Whats this, trouble with the sheets? Oh, Funny Bunny
wont like that. She cracked, getting a wan smile out of her granddaughter. As
Frankie resumed her towel folding, Madame Foster cocked her head and gave her a
concerned look.

Oh cmon Frankie, whats wrong? Dont that those lousy
old sheets get to you. Wheres your special helper? Just get Mac in here and
Im sure you two will have that thing out in a jiffy!

Don’t need him. Macs not here. Frankie replied flatly.
Madame Foster cocked an eyebrow.

What? Odd, thats not like the little fellow at all. Mac
shouldve shown up a while ago.

He left early. Frankie replied again stoically, still
concentrating on her folding. Madame Foster shook her head.

Oh dear, What a shame! I was actually hoping to see you
two together in action today, and if Bunny told me the truth about what was
going on in here last week, you both can get into some zany predicaments.”
the old lady chuckled. “Oh my goodness, such an adorable pair! It’s so
nice that he has you.”

Frankie looked up in surprise at her grandmother. What?

Madame Foster wagged her finger jokingly Oh, isnt it
obvious, dear? Theres no need to hide it. What with his overworked mother and
his dreadful older brother, its so nice to see that he’s got at least someone to look out for him..

Uh, Grandma, I dont think- but before Frankie could
protest any further Madame Foster simply continued to ramble on.

All those times youve driven him home from school or
something because his mother was too busy working, those moments Ive found you
helping him with his homework or on a school project in the library, the
laughter I always hear whenever hes helping you around the house, all the
rainy days Ive seen you snuggled up together reading together in front of the
fireplace, oh my! The old woman chuckled. And lets not mention how many
times Ive seen you shirking your duties now and then just so you can spent
some time playing some silly game with the child and Bloo. Oh my, just last
week I saw you outside washing the bus, then moments later you three ran by the
very next window I passed shooting each other with super-soakers! Oh, all the
good times you must have together.

Frankie still struggled to find some kind of retort. No,
Grandma, I…uh…you see, this morning-

Ha, and some people think this home is just for adopting
imaginary friends.” the little old lady laughed softly. “If I didn’t
know any better, I’d say it’s almost like you’ve used Foster’s to adopt
yourself a little brother.”

Frankie went momentarily silent as she contemplated her
grandmothers words.

Waitlittle.

Madame Foster hobbled over to Frankie and gave her an
affectionate pat on her back.

It’s just nice that he has you to look up to dearie.
That’s all. Oops! she laughed, Well, shame on me, I just went off there,
didnt I? Oh dear, I must bored you silly with my ramblings, huh? I guess
thats just part of the deal when you become an old fogy like me. Good
gracious, I dont even think I remember most of what I just said! the quirky
old woman cackled. Oh well, thats the way the cookie crumbles! Ooooh, and
speaking of cookies, my friend Beth from down the street gave me the loveliest
new recipe for macaroons the other day! We were playing bridge-

Frankie’s mind raced furiously as the kooky old woman went
prattled on. Wait, was Grandma speaking
the truth? Do Mac and I… is that all…

Her brain rewound quickly, searching for any memory of
what Madame Foster just listed. Yep, there it all was. There were all those
insane adventures they had had together, some of the most notable the
“Funny Bunny” fiasco or that none-too brief dating experience with
the awful Dylan Lee. There were all the endless hours playing out in the backyard
when she really should’ve been working and didn’t care less about the fact she
was shirking her duties. The all too numerous times when Mac showed up to lend
a helping hand, just whenever her workload seemed too much to bear alone.

All those late night trips to drop Mac off at home. All
those cold, wet afternoons spent snuggled up by the fireplace. All those times
she would be sitting at her computer and hear him ask her if she could help him
out on his math, or whatever. How whenever he needed something, he always came
to her. And how every time, she would
be more than happy to do whatever it was for him.

Madame Foster spoke the truth. Mac really was special to
her, and Frankie knew it, deep in her heart. He was more than a friend, he was
like a…a…

Her grandmother’s words echoed briefly within her head; little brother.

“You’re right.”

“…So there Beth and I were, ankle deep in-eh?
What’s that?” Madame Foster asked.

Youre right, Grandma, youre totally right! Frankie
cried excitedly, throwing the towels aside and standing up. I do, wait, I mean
Mac needs, uh, hold on

Madame Foster gave her granddaughter a peculiar look.
Frankie, are you feeling alright?

Yes, waitno, I meanuhI gotta give Mac a call! Frankie
sputtered as she reached into her pocket to grapple for her cell phone.
Whipping it out, she got halfway though dialing Macs home phone when
suddenlyshe just stopped completely in mid-dial.

Madame Foster actually backed away a bit, unnerved by her
grandchilds sudden erratic behavior. Frankie dear, is everything okay?

Frankie desperately wanted nothing more in the world at
that instant than to just make the call and talk to Mac. However some unseen
force was keeping her from doing it. It was as if she already knew that if she
called now, Mac wasnt going to pick up. In fact she didnt feel as if Mac was
even home now. Frankie just stood there as this newfound sixth sense told her
the same thing over and over; Hes not
there.

But that wasnt all it was telling her. The unnerving,
almost maternal instinct revealed something else, something Frankie already
knew deep down. Macs in danger. He needs
you. NOW.

Grandma, what time is it? she asked worriedly.

Madame Foster shrugged her shoulders. Oh, I think its a
little after five.

Five oclockMacs been leaving around that time a
lot.but I know its not for homebut suddenly, it dawned on her.

Grandma! Grandma! she cried frantically, picking up a
surprised Madame Foster and bringing her face to face. I need your car keys,
now!

Frankie, why do-

It’s Mac, Grandma! I think Macs in serious trouble!

But dear, what on earth

I dont know, Grandma! I dont know whats going on, I
dont know who it involves, I dont even know why its happening! But I think I
know where it is. I need to get there, and I need to get there, fast!

Oh goodness! Why didnt you say so? Here, take them! I
have them- the instant she took them from her sweater pocket Frankie snatched
them and before the old woman could even register they were gone, the girl had
already cleared three flights of stairs, her voice ringing throughout the
house.

JUST HOLD ON, PAL! IM COMING FOR YA, MAC! JUST
HOOOOOOOLLLLDDD OOOOOOOOONNNNNN!