Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 6

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CLANG!

Yeah, that was a good one!

Me next, me next!

CRASH!

Over here! Over here!

The six teenagers hooted rambunctiously as they took turns
kicking a beat-up garbage can around the alley. At first sight, it just seemed
like a bunch of hooligans with nothing better to do. However, after they all
got in a few more good kicks, one of the group, a grungy-looking boy with a
black mullet, motioned for them to stop. When the primitive game was over, the
black-haired teen set the garbage can back up, knocked off the top, reached
inand hauled out one dirty, aching, terrified little eight-year-old.

Mac gasped for air as his older brother Terrence hung
him in the air by his shirt for his gawking friends, like some sick trophy. He
immediately tried to rub off the rancid-smelling garbage that now stuck all
over him, a spectacle that was only greeted by more howls and jeers from the
mob.

The boy mentally berated himself as he removed a
rotten piece of something undistinguishable from his hair. What was wrong with
him? How could he have been so stupid? Mac cursed himself for letting blind
rage for getting the best of him. Marching off to Terrences friend and
supplier, staring him right in the face, and completely trashing over a hundred
dollars worth of drugs? Come on! What in the world made him think that was a
good idea? What did he expect these punks to do? Leave him alone, just because
he finally stood up for himself? Just because he was a little mad and thought
he had enough?

Not these guys. Bad mistake. Really, really bad
mistake.

Sooooo, you had enough, Mr. Tough Guy? Or do you
need a little while more in time out? Terrence sniggered, pointing back at the
trash can.

Mac did not reply. All he could do was stare back,
face distorted into a bizarre mix of fear for his life and utter hate for his
brother. Terrence clucked disapprovingly.

Tch, tch tch, still trying to be a big man? Have you
forgotten everything Ive taught you? Well, maybe THIS will jog your memory!

He laughed maliciously, giving his little brother a
swift punch to the gut. Mac gasped in pain and bit down hard on his lower lip,
doing everything in his power not to cry out. Unfortunately however, he was
unable to keep back the tears that welled up in his eyes, causing Terrence to
grin in sick satisfaction.

Awwww, whats the matter? Is baby upset his big
brudder is being reawy mean? Does the baby want his mommy? Huh? Is he gonna cwy
about it? Cry baby, cry! He hissed. Now, hot tears began to pour unchecked
down Macs face, accompanied by the triumphant cheers of the frenzied crowd.
With a harsh laugh, Terrence pinned the sobbing Mac against the wall.

Okay, bud, fun times over! Its time we stopped
horsin around and really got down to business. He said, snickering at his
little joke Sorry man, but you know the basic rule; step out of line, and pay
the price. And if our friend Ben here is right about the stunt you pulled off
today, we got a ways to go before weve settled this. You ready? he sneered.

Mac stared back at Terrence with tearstained eyes.
Still weeping uncontrollably, he managed to gather what little voice he had
left, and managed to murmur hoarsely,

Ihateyou.

Terrence responded by throwing back his head with a
cruel laugh.

What was that, little guy? You hate me? Oh no! Oh,
boohoo! Look guys, my baby brother doesnt like me any more! Oh, woe is me, woe
is me! Terrence cackled sarcastically, his cronies chiming in like a pack of
hyenas. Terrence grinned malevolently.

You think it really matters to me what you think,
bud? Well, you know what? He leaned in closer to Mac, speaking directly into
his ear in a cruel whisper. I dont care.

Mac could only let out another hoarse sob. Terrence
laughed, taking malicious pleasure out of the torment his brother was going
through.

I dont care what you think, I dont care! None of
the guys here care, Moms too busy to care, thats the way it is! You gotta
understand this, little bro; we dont care. Nobody cares about you. And you
know what? he ask, leaning in close. No ones ever gonna care, you little
shit. He whispered diabolically.

Mac hung his head in defeat. His brother spoke
nothing but the honest truth. He had tried to stand up for himself, he failed
miserably, and now no one was going to care what kind of horrible fate he was
about to suffer. With one last sob he shut his eyes tightly, waiting for the
inevitable. With a vicious laugh, Terrence clenched one of his hands into a
fist, pulled back, and.

The teenager halted in mid-punch at the sound of
screeching brakes. All six looked in surprise in the direction of a sleek black
car that had just come careening to a halt by the alley. The moment it stopped,
one of its doors blasted open immediately as something flashed out in a blur.

What the-

Terrence was cut off quickly by the fist that came
crashing straight into his mouth. Instantly he was sent stumbling backward,
dropping his captive in the process. Mac, who had been expecting to get hit
himself, was quite surprised when he suddenly felt himself fall to the
pavement. Lying on the ground, his eyes snapped back open, utterly perplexed
about what just happened. However, before he could think any further, his eyes
suddenly came in contact with a pair of extremely familiar blue sneakers as
someone took their (well, her) place in front him.

Frankie placed herself squarely between Mac and the
teens, shielding the eight-year-old boy from the others with her own body.
Breathing hard, fists tightly clenched, and fire burning in her eyes, Frankie
stared them all down boldly as she took a fighters stance.

LeavehimALONE. She growled, her voice quivering
with rage.

The teenagers dumbly remained where they stood,
unsure of what to do next. A scared little kid was one thing, but none of them
were quite sure if they wanted to take on this enraged young woman who was more
than ready for a fight. After a few more tense moments of hesitation, Ben
finally made a move and charged forward, screaming angrily.

You stupid bit-

Before he could finish speaking Frankie immediately
let fly with a massive right hook to the gut. Instantly the boy was sent
sprawling to the ground, all the fight knocked out of him with one blow. Again
the rest stood stock still, not quite positive if it was worth it to charge an
angry redhead who could deal out punches like a heavyweight boxer just so they
could teach Mac a “lesson”. At last though, Terrence, who had managed
to recover sufficiently enough from Frankies first punch, jabbed his finger at
her and bellowed angrily Dont just stand there, assholes! GET HER!”

At his urging the other four boys yelled savagely as
they made a mad dash at the twenty-two-year old. Frankie, never leaving her
place in front of Mac, continued to silently stand her ground as the wild mob
rapidly advanced. She didn’t do so much as bat an eyelash as they all charged
upon her, until

When the first attacker got close enough, Frankie
moved like lightening, her fist colliding into the side of his jaw with a
resounding crack. The boy stared at her in amazement for a brief moment, then
his eyes rolled back until only the whites were showing as he collapsed into an
unconscious heap.

Another one tried to lash out at her with a clumsy
blow. Before his fist could make contact however, Frankie grabbed his
outstretched arm by the wrist, pulled him towards her and immediately fired off
a vicious punch squarely into his stomach. The instant she let go he tumbled
over like a sack of bricks, doubled up in pain.

Take this, you witch! the most heavyset of the
group cried, brandishing a metal pipe he plucked from the ground. With a
ferocious scream he charged, swinging his weapon wildly. However, the instant
he was less than two feet from her

THWACK!

Everyone present cringed as they heard the sickening
noise of Frankies sneaker scoring a direct hit into the boys crotch. Once she
removed her foot, he gave out an extremely high-pitched groan before he fell
over like a bag of cement. Frankie then looked up at the last group member
standing, who had as of yet failed to move. Frankie smiled grimly at him as she
cracked her knuckles.

That was all she needed. Instantaneously the
terrified teenager turned around and sped off, running as fast as his legs could
carry him and wanting nothing more than to get away from the avenging demon who
dressed in a green sweater and purple denim skirt.

Frankie momentarily watched the last of her opponents
take off wildly down the street with a sense of grim satisfaction. In less than
a minute she had successfully disposed of every one of her opponents. However,
once the last goon vanished into the distance, Frankie quickly remembered why
she had just been a participant in the short brawl in the first place. With a
mixed look of horror and concern, she whirled about to where Mac still lay
curled up on the cold pavement.

Oh my God, Mac! she cried, dropping to her knees
and gently taking the boy by the shoulders. Mac? Are you okay, pal?

Mac just stared right back at her, caught in a state
of dumb shock. As he failed to respond, tears welled up in Frankies eyes as
she began to grow frantic.

Oh God, Mac, speak to me! Please, say something!
Anything! Please! Are you all right? What happened? Its okay! Anything will
do! she cried, rapidly growing close to becoming hysterical.

Finally though, after what seemed like an agonizingly
long period of time, Mac slowly and wordlessly raised his arm in the air.
Frankie turned around and saw that he was pointing in the general direction of
Ben, who groaned in pain as he continued to remain completely incapacitated
from his failed assault earlier.

What? Him? Does he know something? Do you want me
to get him to say something? Why Frankie then realized that Mac had lowered
his arm a bit to now point more specifically to Bens pants.

What? The cargo pants? Does he have something I need
to see? Frankie asked worriedly. Mac nodded dumbly in response. Quickly she
put him down gingerly and scooted over to the teenager, immediately starting to
fish about in his pockets.

Mac, if youd only tell me whats been going on I
she stopped as she felt her hand come in contact with something. Slowly, she
withdrew the item and held it up for inspection. As she stared at the dime bag
of pot in shock, everything began to fall into place inside her mind.

Leaving early all the timeseeing you here
downtownnever wanting to tell me what was going ontheythey

Mac wordlessly nodded again. At this, almost
instantly the look on her face slowly distorted from one of shock and horror to
a look of unspeakable rage that Mac had never seen on her before. She shot a
bloodthirsty look down at where Terrence had crawled to while he had been
trying to unsuccessfully escape the brutal one-sided brawl.

YOU SON OF A BITCH!

In an instant, Terrence found himself roughly grabbed
by the shirt and lifted clean off the ground. The grungy mulleted teen took a
hard gulp as he came face to face with an absolutely enraged Frankie, whose
face had become so red with fury that it almost matched her fiery-red hair.

You dirty, stinking, low-down piece of crap! So this
is it? This is whats been going on? she demanded fiercely, waving the bag of
marijuana in his face. Making your eight-year-old brother get your rotten
drugs for you? Making his life a living hell every day to make sure he didn’t
tell anyone? IS THIS IT? IS THIS WHATS BEEN HAPPENING? she roared. Terrence,
not use to this violent role reversal, was completely paralyzed with fright.

All right, I’m going to make this clear and simple.
Frankie growled, narrowing her eyes. Everything thats been going on up until
now, your little drug ring, the way you’ve been mistreating Mac, all this
stops, RIGHT NOW. You go that? In fact, I dont ever want you screwing around
with Mac, EVER AGAIN!” she cried, violently shaking him to emphasize the
last two words. “You got that, moron? From this point on, I dont want to
see you give him so much as a scratch, you understand? Not you, not any of your
asshole friends, NO ONE. You got that? she hissed. Terrence nodded furiously.

And don’t you dare think you can try and outsmart me
by sending one of your goons to do your abuse for you. I don’t give a damn if
you get some other punk I’ve never even seen before to pick on Mac for you, you
know why? Because as soon as I see any cut, scrape or bruise, then I will come
running over to your apartment and beat the living crap out of you. That’s
right! I’m not gonna care who does it for you, because YOU’LL be the one who’s
gonna pay for it, every time! If you, or any of your cronies do anything to
Mac, then Ill make sure it comes back around to just you ten times as worse. If I see a bump the size of a pea, Ill give
you one the size of a bowling ball! If I see one black eye, Ill give you black
and blue all over your body! If I see a cut, youll get a scar! And I swear to
God, if I ever again find him limping so badly he can barely even walk, Ill
put you in a wheelchair for a month! Frankie snarled, while Terrence quaked in
fright within her iron grip.

You think you got all of that? Did I get that into
your thick skull of yours? You do anything to make Macs life a living a hell,
and Ill personally send you to the real deal myself! You want that? DO YOU?
she yelled at the top of her lungs.

N-n-noooo Terrence barely managed to whisper,
shaking uncontrollably in fear. Frankie lowered him a bit until the two were at
eye level

Get outta my sight. she ordered flatly, loosening
her grip and unceremoniously letting him drop to the ground in a heap. With
that, Frankie quietly turned around and marched out of the grimy alley,
stopping only to bend down and gather up a still very stunned Mac. Cradling him
gently in her arms, she carried him over to her grandmothers car, loaded him
into the front seat, got in herself and drove off.

The instant they left, Terrence immediately got up
and ran off as first as he possibly could, now of course carrying the extra
weight of a very soiled pair of underwear.

Mac? she asked softly, resting a hand on his shoulder.
You okay, pal?

She had barely finished speaking when Mac suddenly threw
himself against her, hugging her tightly. Hot tears spilled from his eyes as he
openly wept into Frankies shoulder.

FrankieI-Im so s-sorry… He bawled unhappily. Frankie
immediately gathered him up into a warm embrace, and hugged him close.

Shh, shh, its okay pal, its okay. Its all over, youre
safe now. She hushed soothingly, gently stroking his head.

Frankieeverything I said earlierso awfulIm sorryI
didntI didn’t mean… Mac managed to whimper between sobs.

I know Mac, I know you didnt mean any of it. Dont you
worry, pal. She reassured him warmly. Shhhhh, everythings going to be okay.
I wont let them hurt you anymore. I promise.

He looked up at her with tearstained eyes. For a few
seconds they just stared at each other silently, Frankie waiting patiently.

Well, what is it pal? Something you wanted to say? she
asked encouragingly.

Mac suddenly leaned up and planted a small kiss of
gratitude on her cheek, holding it for about a second before nestling back into
the safe depths of her warm embrace. Deeply touched by this affectionate
gesture, Frankie chuckled as she returned the favor with a small peck on his
forehead.

Dont worry about it pal. Everythings going to be okay.
Your big sister is going to take care of-

Frankie stopped herself in mid-sentence. Mac looked up
again in surprise, while she looked back just as shocked.

Wait, did I just say what I think I

Mac nodded silently. Frankie slapped her forehead in
embarrassment, as her face began to glow with a bright scarlet.

Oh God, Im sorry Mac! I didntumyou know were notI
mean, you just, andIwe’re…um… she babbled as she tried to frantically
find a reason for her words.

However, after a few moments, she stopped her futile
attempt when she glanced back to Mac. Much to Frankies surprise, rather than
giving her a look of disgust or shock, Mac wassmiling. Despite the fact that the tears still flowed freely down
his cheeks, an unmistakable grin broke out and plastered itself across his
tear-stained face as he looked up into her eyes with a loving gaze. With a sigh
of complete contentment, the boy closed his eyes and snuggled happily into her
embrace, suddenly perfectly at peace.

Frankie, completely taken off guard by his response, just
stared blankly at the little boy in her arms for a few moments, unsure of what
to do. After what seemed like an agonizingly long period of time though, a
large smile finally began to take form on her face as she felt her own eyes
well up with fresh tears. With a sniff, Frankie began to rock back and forth as
she continued to gently cradle Mac, whispering softly,

Yeah, thats right. Your big sisters here. Everythings
going to be okay.

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