Foster’s Porn Story: More Than My Friend Chapter 12

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Now, whenever she went to bed, most of her nighttime hours
were spent wide-awake, constantly rolling about restlessly and staring up at
the ceiling with baggy, bloodshot eyes. She was never able to relax; all she
could do to pass those long sleepless hours was constantly worry and mourn,
always fretting about Mac and how he was doing, and incessantly bemoaning the
fact he was gone. Whenever her heavy eyelids finally did close shut for a brief
couple of hours of uneasy sleep, even then she found no respite from the living
tragedy her life had suddenly become. It seemed all she could possibly dream of
was poor Mac, shivering with fright, crying out for his friendscrying out for herand aloneall alone

Suddenly, while trapped aboard her dismal train of
thought, the road ahead suddenly began to blur rapidly.

Oh God, not again. Frankie
thought as an irrepressible sob escaped from her throat. As her eyes suddenly
began to water furiously, she hurriedly turned the steering wheel and eased the
Fosters bus against a nearby curb. By the time she had put the vehicle into
park, the tears were already pouring down her cheeks in tiny rivulets. Quickly
she tore the keys from the ignition and dived to the bus floor, so as to avoid
being seen in such a pathetic state by passing pedestrians.

Frankie curled up into a trembling little ball and
buried her head in her arms while her body was wracked with harsh,
uncontrollable sobs. She remained tucked into her little bundle of misery and
bawled loudly, like an infant crying for its mother. The girl made no attempt
to try and stifle her flamboyant display of utter grief, she stayed as she was
and let her woes flood out like water from a bursting dam, Frankie was simply
unable to do anything to control the unspeakable anguish that possessed her.

Macoh GodMac she sobbed as she drenched her
sleeves with tears.

As absolutely wretched as the pitiful sight was,
unfortunately, this was not the first time such a breakdown occurred. In fact,
this was exactly why Frankie had been fervently struggling to keep all her
attention and energies focused on her duties as resident caretaker. It felt
like nearly every time she thought too much of the little eight-year-old, she
would be thrown into uncontrollable fits of crippling anguish, where the pain
and sadness that she now felt constantly would suddenly overpower her
completely, making the young woman as helpless as a newborn baby.

Still weeping uncontrollably, Frankie managed to
reach into her sweater pocket and fished about until she found the object of
her desire. Removing it with a badly quivering hand, Frankie stared at an old,
worn photo and the two figures that adorned it. One of them was her, clearly in
a happier time and all smiles as she crushed the second occupant of the picture
in a tenaciously warm bear hug. Mac, the other inhabitant of the old Polaroid,
meanwhile tried to put on a fake gagging face so as to make it seem as if
Frankie had been lovingly choking him when the shot was taken. However,
apparently the silliness of the moment had been too much for both of them, and
both images smiled back with ridiculously happy grins at the unknown
photographer who managed to snatch the golden moment in time.

Frankie was only able to glance at the picture for
the briefest of moments before fresh tears blurred her vision again as she
elicited heartbroken moan.

Its n-not fairits j-just not f-f-fair… She
managed to choke out before the swirling rage of emotion consumed her again,
rendering the girl unable to speak.

She didnt curse fate for taking away Macs mother
and brother in a horrific car accident. God only knows that had all been beyond
anyones control. But even after all this time, Frankie just couldnt stop
blaming herself for letting Mac get
taken away from her.

Frankie couldnt care less that she carried no blood
relation to the child, or the fact that she had gladly fretted over the child
like a mother hen while other girls her age had barely begun to think of
marriage. None of that mattered because he was family to her, and likewise she
was supposed to be his big sister.

She was
supposed to be the one who would gladly fuss over Mac when his mom was too busy
with work to look after her youngest son. She
was supposed to be the one who would protect the little boy when Terrence
picked on him. She was supposed to be
the one person who would always be there to happily take him in her arms
whenever it felt like the rest of the world was rejecting him for who he was.
Frankie was supposed to be that one person who would always love and care for
him no matter what, because that was what good big sisters did, and that was
all she wanted to do.

That was what she
was supposed to do. But if she had
really been the model sisterly figure she gladly claimed to be, then why was
Mac taken from them in the first place? Why was it she now had no clue where he
was? Why was it that she was now bawling like a little girl who had dropped her
ice cream cone?

Frankie couldnt help but blame herself for all of
it, blame herself for being such a hypocrite in her eyes. For saying she loved
the little boy as the brother she never had growing up an only child, then
losing him the instant he needed her the most, when she was the only family he
had left in the world.

PalIm s-so sorry Frankie moaned unhappily as
she covered her face in shame. She didnt care what others thought. In her own
eyes, she was nothing but a liar, a hypocrite, a coward, and any other
demeaning name she could think of to berate herself with. It didnt matter
whether she was exaggerating or not. She had failed in her duty to protect Mac,
an atrocity that to her was nothing less than a mortal sin.

Why? W-why? Why?
Frankie implored miserably, looking upwards from the filthy bus floor to the
silent heavens. Why her indeed? Why did it feel like everyone she loved had to
be taken away from her? Why was she being forced to relive the trauma of her
past by being shoved again into this brutal nightmare of sleepless nights,
agonizingly long days, and never-ending grief?

Finally, the emotional fit seemed to begin to release
its clutches on Frankie. Little by little, the unstoppable flow of tears dried
into tiny trickles, and soon she was able to gain control of herself once
again. With a sniffle, Frankie rubbed the remaining tears from her puffy red
eyes and cleared her vision. She grabbed hold of a nearby bus seat and used it
as a support to lift herself to her feet. While she paused to finish the quick
recuperation process, Frankie glanced about bitterly out the bus windows at the
various passersby.

Every time she spotted a child with its parent or
other family member, Frankie had to swiftly suppress the urge to begin bawling
all over again. It was almost as if she were losing her mind with grief at this
point; it felt like every kid she saw
reminded her of him.

Damn mind
tricks. Frankie thought miserably as she continued to stare out blankly at
the outside world. That little kid on the
corner looks so much like Mac. Andand that brown-haired one with his mother!
Ooooh, and that one in the red shirt, I couldnt sworn it was him, and

Frankie glanced across the street and groaned. Okay,
maybe every child that crossed her line of vision remotely resembled Mac in
some manner, but now it just felt like the heavens were purposely toying with
her for nothing but a bit of cruel amusement. She narrowed her eyes bitterly at
the small child playing about in the fenced schoolyard just across the road,
right outside the town park. Either that child was Macs clone, or Frankie had
finally lost it completely.

What the hell?
Dammit, this just isnt fair! He looks exactly like him! No good little punk,
messin around during his recesswait, because that IS a school, isnt it? Hold
on

Frankie squinted her eyes to get a better look. To be
perfectly honest, she had never really noticed that building before. Despite all her weekly trips to the grocery
store, or even all the time she had visited the park literally next door to
this peculiar structure, from the times Wilt took her when she was little and
whenever she just needed to take a walk, this was honestly probably the first
time she had actually stopped to take a good look at it.

It was an old, rectangular redbrick building,
composed of about three floors and complete with a blacktop playground and
chain-link fence that encircled the entire complex. It looked unsuspicious
enough, but Frankie still couldnt help but notice the large stone crucifix
that adorned the top of the buildings main doorway. What was it, a Catholic
school or something? She leaned forward a bit to make out the lettering on its
main sign.

Saint.

Saint
JosephsOrphanage.
Frankie read to herself slowly. When she finally understood what she had just
said, she gasped and stood back a bit, rubbing her eyes wildly.

No, no it just
cant be. Youre just tired, thats all. Frankie tried to reassure her
frazzled self. Its just a coincidence.
You just gotta snap out of it. You just need something to knock you back to your
senses, something like…like

SLAP!

OW! Frankie yelped as she furiously rubbed her
badly stinging cheek. Perhaps a quick pinch on the arm wouldve been better
than a slap on the face. However, this was no time to argue with herself about
the proper manner in which to knock one back to their senses. Frankie now
hurriedly pressed her face against a bus window to get a clearer look.

The instant she did so, her eyes bulged and her jaw
dropped in complete shock at the sight before her. Her sleep-deprived senses
werent deceiving her for once. Unbelievable as it was, they were actually
showing her the real thing, only less than a few hundred yards away. This was
no illusion, it really was-

MAC! Frankie shrieked in unbridled joy. Immediately
she yanked open the bus doors, sprinted onto the sidewalk and ran pell-mell
across the street, regardless of the busy traffic. Drivers quickly jammed on
their brakes and brought their cars to screeching halts to avoid flattening the
young woman against the road. Angry motorists blared their horns furiously as
she dodged about and around speeding vehicles. But Frankie didnt care about
the chaos she was causing, much less how close she was to unintentionally
meeting an untimely demise. She completely shut it all out of her mind and
determinedly raced forward towards the orphanage, screaming ecstatically at the
top of her lungs,

Mac! Mac! MAAAAAC!

Mac jumped nearly a foot in the air at the sudden
outburst of commotion. He had no idea what was causing the ruckus on the nearby
street, but above the deafening horn blasts and curses of angry drivers, the
boy was still able to make out an oddly familiar voice screaming his name over
and over.

Huh? N-no, The stunned child whispered to himself
while he shook his head furiously in denial. No, itit just cant be. Was it just his brain messing
with him again? No, it couldnt. Could it?

Finally, after his initial skepticism, he accepted
the unbelievable truth; hed recognize that voice anywhere. It just had to be-

FRANKIE!
he yelled as he turned around and spotted the unmistakable redhead dodge one
last vehicle and began an all-out sprint to the tall metal fence that encircled
the orphanage. Immediately the boy made a beeline for her, shouting as loudly
as he could.

Frankie! Frankie!

Frankie finally came to a rather ungraceful stop as
she stumbled into the fence. However, despite this clumsy finish, she laughed
hysterically in delight as Mac raced furiously to meet her, building up too
much momentum and crashing head-on into the metal barrier in his frenzy.

F-Frankie! Frankie, y-y-you found me! Mac stammered
incredulously, and in an instant the child was completely consumed by tears as
he pressed his face against the cold, metal mesh. Giggling uncontrollably,
Frankie dropped to her knees and managed to maneuver her lips through the fence
links to plant several clumsy kisses against his cheeks.

Mac! Youre okay! Pal, youre okay! she squealed in
delight. For a few minutes they were unable to say much else to each other, as
they became completely caught up in the moment that was simply too good to be
true for either of them. Mac couldnt hold back the mix of tears and laughter
that had overtaken him, and neither could Frankie stop giggling incessantly
like a little schoolgirl. The two simply stared happily into each others eyes
for a few blissful moments, Frankie managing to squeeze her fingers through the
fence, which Mac gripped onto tightly.

Mac, I- Frankie began to choke out. However, before
she could get much further, Mac suddenly turned away as some odd noise behind
him grabbed his attention. Upon listening intently for a brief moment, the
eight-year-old quickly turned back to face Frankie with an expression now
horribly distorted by utter terror.

Frankie, you gotta go! he cried frantically as he
roughly shoved her fingers back through the fence links. Now!

Frankie was shocked. She had only been here for a
minute or two, after nearly two weeks of agonizing separation. Why was he
suddenly so bent on ending their joyous reunion?

Pal, I dont she struggled to express her
bewilderment into words.

Frankie, please! Mac pleaded desperately as he
hurriedly backed off a few steps from the fence. Go! Now! You just gotta do
it!

But we just-

FRANKIE!
he screeched in horror as bloodcurdling howl suddenly rent the air.

Suddenly, Frankies view of Mac became blocked by
some obstruction that appeared on the other side of the fence, an obstruction
that was all razor-sharp fangs and claws. Before she could react, the
mysterious beasts teeth snagged on to a loose fold of green sweater that had
accidentally spilled out a little too much through the fence.

EEEEEEEEEEK! Frankie squealed in terror. Lemmego!
Lemmego! she shrieked, wildly thrashing about with the creature that yanked
repeatedly at her sweater.

Finally
however, with a savage tear, the thing managed to make off with a large chunk
of the girls right sleeve. The second she was freed, Frankie fell backwards
onto her rear and instinctively scuttled away from the danger. As her heart
palpitated wildly in her chest, Frankie remained where she sat safely on the
cold pavement for a few moments, staring unblinkingly with bulging,
saucer-sized eyes at the living horror before her.

At first glance the beast looked like a giant lizard
of sort, like a komodo dragon or something of that nature. However, instead of
the usual reptilian appendages, its four legs resembled those of a cats; thin,
sinewy, and claws resembling daggers protruding from each of the three fingers
adorning every foot. The rest of its body, about the size of an Irish
wolfhound, was very much dog-like in shape, and covered in thick, jet-black
scales as dark as the night. The things head was that of a lizard of some
sort. However, whereas most reptiles had two eyes adorning their heads, this
thing had but one large, blood red eyeball perched atop a long stalk that
disgustingly wiggled about incessantly. Meanwhile, its end was marked with a
long, whip-like tail that forked midway into two smaller whips that moved about
independently of each other.

The weird, reptile-mammalian-God-knows-what hybrid
hissed fiercely at Frankie as it paced back and forth restlessly on its side of
the fence, barring razor-sharp fangs at the young woman and every once in a
while darting out its long, dark purple forked tongue. Now, only after
observing the monstrosity for but a moment, most people wouldve immediately
gotten to their feet and run for their very lives, absolutely convinced that
the gates of hell had opened and one of Satans minions had been let loose upon
the world.

Not Frankie, though. She didnt spend most of her
life living in a home for imaginary friends without being able to tell an
extreme-o-saur when she saw one; and this was undoubtedly one of the dark
rejects of the imaginary world.

W-whw-whatsth-that?
she whispered softly while pointing with an uncontrollably trembling hand.

Macs head and shoulders drooped sadly as he
explained. His names RexHe used to belong to some kid who came here a while
ago, I guess… after that kid was adopted though, he left his imaginary friend
here, sonow hes the property of the orphanage.

Frankie turned her head slowly to stare head-on into
the childs eyes with a look of mortified disbelief.

Waittheyhe

No, no, no its not that! Mac quickly interrupted.
Please, its not what you think! The nuns here are very nice, they take real
good care of us, I swear! Rex is just like a guard dog, he doesnt bother any
of the kids! Honest, he barely even notices us! I promise! Hes trained only to
make sure no one tries to break in

The boy took a hard gulp. and I guess keep any of us from breaking out.

Upon finishing his sentence immediately Mac tried to
suppress a violent sob, but it was of no use. Despite his best attempts to
fight it, within moments he was completely overcome by emotion and swiftly
broke down weeping, now shedding his tears in absolute despondency.

Frankie he struggled to whimper between his sobs.
IIth-they say someone m-m-might adopt m-me andb-but II dont want t to,
I-I dont w-want to be t-taken by someone I..I-I dont even know,
becauseIa-and andI miss B-Bloo and I justI-I just

He looked straight at her with puffy red eyes. I
want to go home. He wailed in
despair before burying his face in his hands as he became inconsolable with
grief.

Frankie just stared back wordlessly, her expression
badly distorted by the intense emotional pain that tore furiously at her heart.
Never before in her life had she ever felt so frustrated and helpless. At that
very moment, she wanted to do nothing more in the world than to be able to get
up from where she sat, gather the weeping little boy in her arms, and simply
reassure him that everything was going to be alright, no stranger was going to
adopt him, because his big sister was here to make it all better. But alas,
despite the fact that she was only five yards away, the tall imposing fence,
guarded by the pitch-black demon that continued to eye her warily as it prowled
about the other side, hopelessly separated her.

Frankie was the closest she had been to Mac in weeks.
Yet paradoxically, at the exact same moment she felt that she had never been
farther from him as the frightened child now cried uncontrollably, and she was
unable to do a thing about it. The girl sniffled as she could feel her heart
ache.

Pal, cmondont cry she made a futile attempt to
comfort the grief-stricken child, but alas, mere words were useless. If there
was only a way she could get over the fence, if she could just somehow comfort Mac.
suddenly, an idea popped into her head.

Mac, wait! she cried as she scrambled to her feet
while her hands shot behind her neck. Mac momentarily paused his weeping and
cocked his head curiously.

Frankie, what are you-

Catch! Frankie shouted as she wound up and tossed
something over the metal barrier. Rex growled disapprovingly at the alien
object coming from the outside, but obediently remained where he stood as Mac
leapt into the air and caught it.

Got it! I got

Mac paused to examine the object in awe. The thing in
his hands was nothing more than a simple silver chain, just barely big enough
to fit around someone’s neck. However, despite the piece of jewelry’s rather
plain appearance, he cradled it so gently in his hands and looked at in such in
such wonderment, it was as if he was holding the Holy Grail itself or some
other precious relic.

Frankiethis is

I know, pal. Frankie answered. It’s my mom’s old
necklace, the one that Grandma gave her.

B-but Frankie Mac stammered in disbelief.
It’sI-I cant-

Mac, its not yours to keep. she announced flatly
with a look of dead seriousness. However, as the boy became beset by pained
confusion, Frankies tone quickly softened.

Hold on pal, hold on. She reassured him tenderly.
Its not yours to keep; its yours to borrow.
I just want you to hold on to it

Frankie smiled weakly as her eyes began to brim with
tears. Until I can get you back again.

Mac stared incredulously for a moment, and then
hurriedly clutched the old necklace to his chest. Frankieyou mean

Listen to me Mac. Frankie said softly as she
furiously fought back the urge to start crying again, even though a few loose
tears had already trickled down her cheeks. I know things dont look so good.
I know you still miss your mom and older brother badly. I know that youre in a
strange new place, I know you probably feel alone and scared, and youre
frightened about might happen next.

The girl paused momentarily to bite down hard on her
lower lip, swiftly suppressing a harsh sob that tried to unsuccessfully escape
from her throat. Frankie waited a few moments until it subsided, then continued
speaking to Mac as comfortingly as her delicate emotional state would allow her
to.

But whatever happens to you, no matter how you feel,
you gotta remember this; youre not alone.
You have Bloo, your imaginary friend, and you have Wilt, Ed,
Coco,
Madame Foster, and everyone else back at Fosters. But most importantly, she
added with a sniffle, You still have your big sister. And no matter what
everyone else may say or think, she still loves you very much, and she’s never
going to stop trying until the day she can take you back home, to your family.

At this point the tears were pouring unchecked down
the sides of her face, as they were similarly cascading down Macs already
tearstained cheeks. For a few moments, neither one could manage to say a single
thing, and they just stood in painful silence, silently weeping as they stared
into each others eyes.

II-I love you, Frankie. Mac managed to croak.

I love you too, pal. I love you too. Frankie
replied in a hoarse whisper.

For a few more awkwardly depressing moments they
continued as they were. Finally however, Rex was pushed to the limits of his
patience by the unreasonable time the redheaded intruder had managed to stay
without being frightened off by him, and angrily the reptilian extreme-o-saur
began to growl and hiss at the young woman, baring his fangs threateningly and
displaying his wickedly sharp claws.

II think you gotta go. Mac spoke barely above a
whisper. I dont think the nuns would like seeing you here.

With that he quietly began to back away, hugging the
precious necklace close to himself. Frankie wordlessly blew a soft kiss to the
misery-stricken child before she quickly whirled about and sprinted furiously
back to the Fosters bus across the street.

The situation was still extremely dire. Mac was still
up for adoption, which meant a new family could take him away any day now,
regardless of how nightmarish the very idea was to him of all people. Mr.
Herriman was still brazenly unwilling to allow his sole employee to suddenly
take complete charge of an eight-year-old child on top of her full-time job. To
top it all off, Frankies emotional state right now was still less than
fragile.

But despite such overwhelming odds, she now at least
knew where Mac was. And this was more than enough to keep her flickering hopes
alive.

Besides,
she thought as she clambered onto the brightly colored bus. How could things possibly get any worse than
this?

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