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      2p_Canada/Nyo_Canada, 2p_France/2p_England, Implied_2p_Rome/2p_America,
      Implied_2p_Rome/2p_Canada, Implied_2p_China/2p_Japan/2p_Germany/Nyo
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      2P_Canada, Nyo_Canada, 2P_America, 2P_England, 2P_France, 2P_Spain,
      Hungary, 2P_Rome, 2P_Japan, 2P_China, 2P_Germany
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      Implied/Referenced_Alcohol_Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-
      con, Dislocated_limb, Loss_of_Virginity, Vaginal_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Non-Consensual_Oral_Sex, Pancakes, I'm_Sorry, I_Don't_Even_Know, Past
      Character_Death, beheaded, Pizza_73, Blood_and_Gore, Necrophilia, Cruel
      reality_check, This_is_my_ticket_to_hell_isn't_it, Gangbang, K-9_unit,
      rcmp, Anal, Phone_Sex, implied_abandonment, Orphanage, Adoption,
      Masturbation
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      Published: 2017-09-27 Completed: 2017-11-07 Chapters: 4/4 Words: 17789
****** Too Cute to be True ******
by Jaq_Grenier12
Summary
     He told her so much... She listened. And she knew how he felt...
     He listened to her, too...
     How can someone so cute, be so full of hurt and pain?...
     Because, like him... Something horrible happened. Like him...
     She was raped...
Notes
     This story itself is kinda dark. But I also want spread a bit of an
     awareness too. Just a message. That's it.
     This Chapter doesn't say a whole lot but it is still kinda straight
     forward.
     I do hope you like it.
     Again, if I did something wrong, don't hesitate to let me know. B)
***** Chapter 1 *****
If someone said he would fall for something so adorkable, he would've laughed
in their face, spit in their mouth, would've told them to fuck off. Matthieu
didn't like the idea of settling down. In fact he hated living with his current
family. He couldn't stand them. Thankfully he was moving out at the end of the
month. He walked out of the two-story house, and got into his red 1969 Mustang
Mach 1. He couldn't be in that house anymore. He drove to downtown.
It's not like he absolutely HATED his family, because he can rely on them for
anything. His brother Allen would do anything for him, but that is also the
scary part. Allen would LITERALLY do anything for him. They may fight alot but…
Matthieu knew he could always rely on him.
When he needed anything from his ‘Mom' Oliver, he could provide it for him.
But… there were times when it would be all too much. Too fake sometimes. It was
hard for Matthieu to know if he cared at all. But at night… Matt guessed Oliver
would hear him sometimes… Oliver knew how to listen to him. And he was never
judged by him.
His ‘Dad' François… was a different story… his dad never seemed to care.
Although at times, François would have a sit down with him to teach him a
lesson or to give him a lecture… but other than that, he didn't seem to care a
lot…
Matthieu drove to a bar. He knows he shouldn't drink and drive but he was only
going to have one or two drinks. Besides, he needed to loosen himself up a
little. He got out of his car, and headed inside. He told himself he was only
having one or two drinks.
¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
Madeline was a little… irked. she didn't know this city very well. She walked
down the street of Toronto, looking at the street numbers, trying to remember
the landmark closest to her house, hoping that she would be able to find her
way back to her house from there. Madeline has been living on her own for only
four months and she was still trying to get to know this city, she wasn't doing
a very good job at being an adult either, but she is only nineteen.
She looked at a pub, and realized how hungry she was. She decided a Poutine was
a good idea. As she walked up to the pub, she hard a loud bang come from
inside. A strawberry-blond man wearing a black leather jacket, and a plaid
button-up and distressed jeans, burst through the doors yelling in Quebec-
French at the people in the pub. She sighed inwardly... she supposed that it
wasn't a good idea to go into that one. She looked at the guy who looked back
at her. She frowned when she looked into his eyes. Has he been...
"Hey, are yo-"
"Shut up" , he said, quickly turned on his heel and headed to his car.
Madeline's eyes widened in horror.

"Wait!", Madeline shouted, daring herself to approach the intoxicated man. He
turned his head toward her, his eyes narrowed. Madeline bit her bottom lip. She
slowly walked up to him. "Do you want me to drive?... I noticed you were a
little tipsy. I admit… I just met you but… Please… don't", she said softly and
carefully walked closer to him. "You can give me the Address and I ca-"
"No!" , he said, shaking his head roughly. Madeline… wondered what happened.
She smiled softly when she made a decision. A stupid decision but a decision
nonetheless. "I… I mean, I don't want to go home yet", he said... a little too
softly. She moved along with her decision. She knew it was stupid, but this one
time... she will be stupid. And this is also the moment that she remembered
exactly where she lived, too.
"I will make you a deal." That seemed to get his attention. His head turned her
way, and his eyes darted to toward her own. "You say you don't want to go home
yet, right? How about I let you stay the night, and you tell me what happened?
I won't say a word to anyone", she said smiling, kindly. She walked right up to
him and looked him in the eyes. She then realized why he wasn't looking her in
the eyes; He was blushing like mad and he was sweating.
Matt... couldn’t believe this… was this really happening? A complete stranger,
was going to let him stay the night? Even though… He chewed on his left cheek.
She didn't want him to drink and drive. He had a little more than planned. But
he was still technically able to drive, at least that's what he thinks anyway…
He closed his eyes…
“I make killer Pancakes with Maple Syrup”, she said, confidently, like it was
the one thing to get him to go with her… which it kinda was because now he was
thinking of saying yes.
“Alright fine, you win… but only if you tell no one”, he said, using his index
finger to point at her as if it would help to get the point across. She only
smiled wider, putting her hands behind her back. He took this chance to have a
look at her; she was wearing a red coat over what looked like a woman's suit
which was a metallic blue. And she wore a red baret on her head. She had light
blue eyes and dirty blond hair. ‘Damn is she ever cute.’ And he slapped himself
internally for that thought… but she was though.

“I don't make promises, I might break”, Madeline said as he handed her the car
keys. Just like that, his head perked up to look at her. “And by the way, you
are blushing like a mad man”, she said, walking to the driver's seat.

“I am NOT blushing! It's the alcohol!”, he nearly shouted, like it would help
his case.

“Yes, it is all on the alcohol… or am I just that charming?”, Madeline said,
knowing he was under her ‘spell.’ He opened the door to the Passenger while she
was on the other side. She noticed he was glaring at her. But she knew he was
just a little flustered. She learned to tell the difference with Quebec men…
and with other experiences, Quebec women. “You know something? Maybe I will
keep this a secret, because after all, I always wanted a dirty secret”,
Madeline said, unknowingly deepening her voice in a bit of a seductive manner.
She saw him huff as he got into the car. She simply chuckled. She knew nothing
was going to happen tonight. She was only teasing him. But she could easily
tell that even though he was this macho, tough looking guy, he just mostly
needs someone to talk to. And she is happy to lend an ear.

¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤ ¤
He… was gone for a while now… where is he? Where did he go this time? This has
to stop.
He was his brother. Allen would do ANYTHING for him. He got up out of his bed,
and he gathered up his things; his bomber jacket, keys. His bat. And he headed
downstairs.

“Hey, Ollie! Matt has been gone for a while now, I’m gonna go look for him!”,
he said as he quickly walked past the kitchen.

“Oh dearie me, He hasn’t come home yet?” Worried, Oliver looked at the clock,
and frowned. “He has been out for only 2 hours, love. You should give him
space. You know how he feels about this household”, he stated without thinking.
And then, he felt a presence behind him. Oliver sighed. “It is not like he
hates it here, he just needs some time outside of the house. Give him until
tomorrow and you can go out and look for him, then. And waiting until after
midnight doesn't count.” Oliver knew Allen's terrible habits. But he also knew
Matthieu's too. But they are their own person now, and Matthieu is moving out
at the end of the month (which Oliver is so very proud of), and he needed the
time to get things together. Bit by bit, Mattie was slowly quitting drinking.
Bit by bit, he was getting his life together. Oliver was so proud of him. Allen
was another story… he seemed… stuck. Oliver tries, but no matter what he does,
he can't seem to make Allen happy.

“Ollie, listen. I need to know where he went at least. He left knowing you were
cooking for him, he needs to come home”, Allen said, eyes having a dangerous
glint in them. He needed to know. Mattie was disrespecting Ollie's house. Was
he out doing things he shouldn't be doing?

“I understand how you feel, but you cannot keep doing this to yourself, love”,
Oliver said, as he put the food aside for later. He took off his oven mitts and
hung them up at their designated spot beside the stove.

“Who said I was doing this to myself, Old Man!”, Allen nearly shouted. How dare
he? How DARE he? “You know somethin'? I don't think you get why I do the things
I do. In fact, I don't think you care!” He watched as Oliver snapped his head
around, eyes glittering in anger and disappointment. “That's right, Old Man. I
said it”, he said, feeling something crawl up and down his spine. The voice
that came out was laced in venom and sadness all at once. Allen didn't even
know how that was possible, but Ollie had always found a way to do it.

“Me?... Oh my… I care more than you believe… it is you that is always making it
difficult, my boy. Mattie is trying to move on with his life but you are always
trying to pull him back in”, Oliver said, trying to stay as calm as possible.
It was always Allen who got under his skin. Not even Francois or even Santiago
got under his skin the way Allen does.

“Me?! How the fuck can you say THAT!? I AM TRYING TO KEEP THIS FAMILY TOG-“
before finishing his sentence, Allen was thrown onto the kitchen table. Oliver
had only gotten violent when enough buttons were pushed. And Allen thinks that
what he said did the trick… not that he meant to make Ollie angry, he was only
trying get his point across.

“How dare you use that language around me? I thought I told you not curse in
the house. But as it turns out, you are the one who doesn't seem to care”,
Oliver said, holding Allen's right arm up while pushing his shoulder down.
Allen was face down on the table, and his shoulder was touching the surface.
But his arm was pulled upward towards the ceiling. Oliver was sitting on
Allen's back, smirking evilly while holding Allen's arm with ease. The poor boy
would always forget how to behave, but that's only because he wasn't properly
disciplined… until now.

Allen couldn't breathe he was so scared. He would always get on Ollie's nerves,
the most he ever had to do was pay the fucking Swear Jar. But this… this was
disturbing. If Ollie wanted to… he cou-

“Go on. Say it again. I dare you”, Oliver said, voice disturbingly calm as his
smirk widened. Allen could just HEAR the smirk in his voice. Allen considered
his options. This was a downright DARE. Oliver dared him to curse again. But if
he did that, then chances were, his arm would likely get dislocated. But if he
didn't comply… well, chances were… his arm would get dislocated anyway… damn…

“Go on. You might as well say that wretched word again”, Oliver said,
tightening his hold on Allen's arm. And then they heard shuffling. The pair
froze on the table. Was that Mattie? Oliver bit his lip. Mattie knows how he
really is and he always tries so hard to not show it in front of him. And Allen
always tries the same. Oliver KNOWS Allen tries the same.

And then two figures walked into the kitchen. Allen was REALLY hoping that was
Mattie, he would get Ollie off. The pair walked to the fridge to grab a bottle
of Rum and Wine. Then Ollie smiled kindly at Francois and Santiago.

“Oh just so you know supper is finished. Matthieu may not be home tonight,
Santiago so you can make yourself a plate if you like”, Oliver said, as
Santiago looked over at the food. It does look good. Might as well not waste
it. Even Santiago can't deny Oliver's amazing home cooked meals. They were
always so satisfying. Francois walked over to the kitchen counter and made
himself and Santiago a plate. Francois made His Oliver a plate seeing he was
occupied. The two of them sat down on the table, opposite the tussling pair,
pouring themselves a glass of Wine, and Rum and Coke.

“Oliver, want some?”, Santiago asked, holding up the bottle of Captain Morgan.

Oliver… decided why not. He didn't plan on going anywhere that evening, and he
is finished cooking.

“Yes, that would be nice. Ice and Tall, please and thank you.” The Spanish man
obliged.

“Now go on… say it again, Poppet”, Oliver said, again, the poisonous voice
returning as he slowly twisted the arm. He could hear Allen breathe hitch, as
the flesh began to stretch.

“AAAH! OH GOD!”, Allen yelled in pain as his felt his shoulder blade begin to
grind, which CANNOT be a good thing.

“Say it, Poppet.” Oliver stopped moving his the arm for about thirty, seconds,
only long enough to look at Francois' questioning look. “This ungrateful child
said that I not only do not care about this household, but that he truly
believes that Mattie will be better off staying here for the rest of his life.”
Francois shook his head. He knew better then to question Oliver's motives. He
knew that all Oliver wants is to have a happy family, which at times is almost
impossible. But they still try. “Also, he swore again.” Francois shook his
again. And looked at Allen.

The words that Francois said to him stung… but fuck, were they true.

“Why be stuck in time when you can move forward, Allen?” That question… hurt
Allen so much, because he knew what Francois was referring to. But they WERE
ALL BLIND. Allen only wants his family to stay together! What was it that they
weren't understanding!?

“Oh really, Ya old fart! What about you? Why can't YOU move on, you fucking
ass-shit MOTHERFUCKER!”, Allen shouted, completely forgetting his predicament.
He couldn't believe that Francois was being a hypocrite-

“AHH! FUCK NO! STOP!!!”, Allen shouted, as the pain from his shoulder
intensified. And then he remembered. ‘SHIT' And then there sounds of cracks and
a loud pop in the kitchen. Santiago smirked evilly, while having a bite of the
delicious mashed potatoes with Sour Cream and Herb and Garlic seasoning. He
watched as Allen began to sob in pain, begging Oliver to stop.

Francois could only shake his head. Allen… needs to learn to leave things
behind. He needs to learn how to live without burden. But… he was stuck. No
matter what they do. No matter how hard they try… Allen… can't let go.

“Oh my, what fine music your arm makes”, Oliver surmised as he ‘tenderly'
rubbed the area that was damaged. “You know this wouldn't have happened if you
would have just listened to me, right?” He pressed hard on the now out of place
joint, earning a loud cry.

“OOW FUCK! PLEASE! FUCKING STOP IT!” Allen begged, instantly cursing himself as
he felt more pressure on his poor shoulder. He… couldn't believe how painful
this was. The sting in his joints. The throbbing in his tendons. The stretch of
the skin and veins. The pain… was unreal. “Please! Let me go-ho-ho!” Allen
began to sob, and then, he body felt lighter. He was forced up and to sit down
onto the chair provided.

“Now, love, are you going to listen to what I have to say?”, Oliver asked,
hoping to ease the pain in Allen’s now broken body. He turned to serve Allen,
biting his bottom lip as his felt a sting in his eyes. He… didn't mean to hurt
him… he was only scaring him, and how…

“… Y-Yes” was all that came out of his boy's mouth. The pain in that one word
made Oliver think that perhaps he too should seek help…

“Good.” He served Allen's plate and left the kitchen to get to the supplies
closet to grab some Gauze and wrappings for Allen’s arm. Finding what he was
looking for, he returned to the kitchen. He carefully took Allen’s jacket off,
and he carefully began to roll and pinpoint the joint into the right place.
Once he found the other part, he carefully pushed on the shoulder.

Even when he was putting the fucking shoulder into place… it hurt so much. The
grinding of the joint, and bone hit Allen hard as he bit his knuckles, trying
so hard not to swear, again. Allen had never seen Oliver so angry before…

After the arm was now in a brace, Oliver sat back into his chair…

“Alright, Love. Let me explain something to you. I hope that you will
understand.”

Allen didn't want to hear what Oliver had to say… but he knew he had no choice
in the matter, did he? He sighed, heavily. This was a topic was went unspoken
for about 8 years... Maybe it was time.

“Alright. Shoot.”
End of Chapter 1.
***** The Innocence was gone... And He should've known. *****
Chapter Notes
     Just to warn you right now that this chapter does have a scenario in
     it. Scenario with child rape. I am sorry... But I had to include it
     in to make the story. The story will get better, I promise. We just
     have to get through the dark part of it first.
     There are some gory scenes in this too. Just so you know. This is not
     for the faint of heart. Proceed if you think you have a strong
     stomach. I wouldn't want you to get sick.
Chapter 2
After feeding him pancakes and maple syrup, he sobered up rather fast. He also
told her a bit about himself. Where he worked, how long he lived in the city,
how his family is. She told him some stuff about herself too.
His name sounded like a male version of her own, and that was pretty cool. His
name was Matthieu, and he seemed like a nice guy. She also hoped that perhaps a
friendship could grow from this.
But she still kept an eye on him. For a moment or two, she started to rethink
her decision. Considering what happened two years ago. After everything that
happened… it seemed she was able to go back to who she really was originally.
It took therapy, time and patience… but she did it.
She turned on the TV, and sat down on the couch, and started to search through
the Guide. She kept the volume low, though. Even though, something was telling
her Mattheiu was off somehow, that she should've just let him take a cab home,
she also felt like there was something else. Like he really needed someone to
talk to.
“’Bon Cop-Bad Cop' is really good. You might like it if you like Cop movies”,
he suggested, from the hallway of her 1 bedroom house. She looked at him from
her beige couch, smiling kindly. He must've seen the movie from where he stood.
“I heard many good things about it, but I never got the chance. Looks like it
is just starting, too. Wanna watch it?”, she asked, hoping this movie might
help break the atmosphere.
“Sure, I haven't seen it in a while. Shall I order Pizza 73? I can order some
Poutine with it as well”, he offered. She simply chuckled lightly. Pizza 73's
Poutine sounded great.
“Okay, maybe some Wings with Honey Garlic and a side of Onion rings, Please? I
will pay for them.” She would at least pay for her own sides. He made it sound
like he was going to pay for the WHOLE order, and she REALLY hoped he wasn't
going to do that.
“Nope, I got it. You are letting me stay here, Maple. I got your back”, he
said, giving a half-smile. He dialed the phone. “What is the address?”
She wrote it down for him on a piece of paper for him, got up and gave it to
him, just in case he has to ask again. She sat back onto the couch and selected
the movie, and paused it. This night might get interesting. Who knows.
“Alright, Maple, the food is on its way.” He joined her on the couch. He
observed her for a moment. She was fiddling with her hair, as if she were
nervous. He didn't blame her. She invited a slightly tipsy man into her home.
So for the first little while, he kept himself a respectable distance from her.
‘Oh Maple.’ He bit his bottom lip. He didn't mean to make her feel
uncomfortable. Maybe it was the stubble amongst his cheek? No, she didn't even
seem to notice. What about his ruffled hair? She didn't seem to care about
that. He decided that after the movie that he send her straight to bed. In the
morning, go straight home. He didn't want to overstay his welcome. Was she
scared of him?
"The hiding part is the same… but when I find you, something will be different.
When I find you, and pray I won't, I get to play another little game with you.
Got it?"
He shook his head violently, growling at himself. WHY was he thinking about
that of all things? Why now?
“Um, Are you okay?”, Maple asked him, sympathy thick in her voice. Startled, he
looked back at her. Her pale face full of concern.
“Yeah, I am alright. Don't worry about me.” She smiled her sweet smile again.
And she… moved closer to him. “Um… Maple? What are you doing?” He… thought he
was making HER feel nervous, bu-
“You're not a cuddler?”, she asked, now sitting right beside him, putting her
head onto his shoulder. Her thigh was touching his thigh, and her arm hooked
onto his arm.
Madeline realized… what the strange vibe was. HE was the one who felt nervous.
Maybe cuddling would do. It always made people feel better, she hoped it would
do the same for him.
“Maple?... Um… Never mind”, he said, deciding to just let her sit like this for
a moment… it made him feel calm. He closed his eyes, letting the warmth of her
body calm his nerves. He sobered up right away after he ate his promised
pancakes. And that was at about 7:30pm. And now it was 9:45pm and they need
more Food Item. Which was going to be Canadian Mushroom Pizza with extra
cheese, Poutine, Onion Rings and Honey Garlic Wings. Yes. Wings. Sounded great
right now.
“I just want you to know everything is okay. This is an open house hold. If you
have anything on your mind, it's alright, I promise to listen to what you have
to say.” Madeline just wants him to know that she can listen. Perhaps something
was bothering him, about his house? No, that can't be it. Or maybe it was. He
did say he didn't want to go home yet.
Matthieu sighed inwardly… he couldn't really tell her a whole lot. He didn't
want to scare her away. He put his head onto the top of her head, eyes
fluttering close. He wondered where to start. He didn't want to overwhelm
her... But dammit… the pressure was there. Oliver does listen to him the best
of his ability, but it also feels like he only did it to make himself feel
better. He bit his lip as he breathed out three words that hurt him so much to
say…
“I was raped…”
He heard a gasp from beside him. Thinking he scared her, opened his eyes and
looked at her, knowing he might've drowned out every other sound in the room.
He didn't know why he told her THAT of all things. He could've told her so much
more. He could've said that he was moving out at the end of the month. He
could've said he was fighting with his family (which he was). He could've said
so much more… but…
“… I-I am sorry, I don't know what to say”, she pulled away from him to have a
better look at him. He might've undid one year worth of therapy. But Dammit, he
needed someone to listen. Someone to hear his story. Someone who understands.
“Mattie, You're crying”, she said as he looked at her. She figured he didn't
realize it because he lifted his hand and raised it to his cheek.
He felt his cheeks and he looked his hand… he really was crying…
“Oh God, I'm sorry, Maple I-I don't know what came over me, I-“, Matthieu
stammered. He couldn't believe this. WHY?! WHY was he crying?! He buried his
face in his hands as his heart began to fill with hurt, regret, frustration,
sadness, and anger. He didn't understand… why was he…?
“It's okay, Matthieu, I'm here. And I will be here all night. I won't leave
your side, okay?”, Madeline said as calmly as possible, feeling the sting in
her eyes. She was able to move on… but now she was wondering, when this
happened to him. In that house hold he told her about before, was there no one
there for him to talk to? No one to lend a kind ear? She also guessed to that
he might not have gone to therapy... She sat close to him again and pulled him
into her arms. She didn't realize how fast this escalated. Or how damaged he
really was. But she wants to see how she can help him out, even just to listen
to him.
“I-I-I'm sorry, I am n-not usually- I can't-“ Matthieu started. He didn't want
to tell her the story… but he also couldn't stop crying anymore. This was the
last thing he wanted to do. He didn't want her to feel bad. He didn't want her
to feel obligated to do anything. He felt so horrible. What if she only wants
to use his vulnerability now? What if she only wants him around because she
could use him? He had to go home now. His bed was calling him. He didn't want
to be here anymore. No way. Nu-uh.
“It's okay, I am here for you, I-“ he heard her body shudder… and then he felt
drops of liquid on his shoulder. Was she?... No way… she was only sweating,
that's all it is right?... Right? “It's okay. I promise it will be okay. You
don't have to tell me anything.” He heard her voice crack as if… He felt her
hold him tight, so tight, as if she was protecting him. He didn't understand
any of this.
Madeline couldn't believe what he told her… she knew it. She knew something
needed to be told. She couldn't help but cry on his shoulder, feeling his chin
on her own. She could feel the emotion coming from him, the pain. The dark vibe
she got that was coming him, it didn't mean he was a sketchy figure. It was
because he had a story to tell, one he needed to tell. One he couldn't hold
back anymore.
The pair sat there on the couch, as if there was nothing else in the cruel
world. With no one else understanding anything, all they could do was sit. Hold
onto each other and tell themselves that it will be okay. Which it might. It
will take time. It will take patience. But the truth was there…
Everything… will be alright.
They didn't know how long they stayed that way. They figured almost 25 minutes
because there was a knock at the door. Madeline peeled herself away from him
and wiped her face of her tears, headed to her wallet, took out her card and
answered the door.
“Hello. That'll be $41.44,” said the delivery boy, giving the food to the cute
lady. The boy couldn't help but be concerned with what happened, because from
the looks of things, they were having a serious talk. The guy sitting on the
couch was holding his face, and he was sobbing while the cute lady who answered
the door looked like she just cried a river. Were they breaking up? Did the guy
do something wrong? Or was it the lady? He didn't know, but he had to collect
the money before the feels came out to slap him in the face.
“Alright”, she said, holding out the card. She punched in the numbers, and the
receipt came out, saying that it went through. “Thank you, drive safe and have
a good night”, she said, smiling sadly. He took the machine, gave her the
receipt and turned to leave and go back to the company car. He opened the door
and got in.
“What… just happened…” Kip was only 17, and something hit him hard. They were
having a really hard time… he couldn't help but wonder what happened…
“Damn… okay, that's enough. I have to get back to work”, he said as he put the
key into the ignition. He pushed on the clutch and the gas and sped off…
He had to get away from that house…
Kip got a reality check…
Maybe the world is more cruel than he thinks…
¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤¤
Madeline put the food onto the dining table, she turned to collect the plates
and forks (even though they were provided with the delivery). She served her
plate and Mattie's plate, she brought the plates over to the coffee table, went
back to grab the cans of Pop.
“Wait… I was supposed to pay for them, why did yo-“, Matt said and was… no way.
“It is alright, I got your back”, Madeline said, leaning onto him again. “I-
I won't ask how it happened, but I will say that it will get better. I promise,
okay?” It was all she could do at the time… all she wants him to know… is it
will eventually.
Matthieu was curious now… how does she know how he feels?... Unless. There was
a twinge in his heart.
“Madeline…?”, Matt started, he wouldn't dare ask the rest of the question. He
couldn't, but as he watched her turn toward him, he saw her give a light nod…
as if answering a question that couldn't be asked… his eyes widened. ‘No…', he
felt his eyes sting again. “No way…”He watched as she gave another nod, eyes
red and glassy from crying.
“Let's just say that you undid one year worth of painful Therapy.” Madeline
smiled a sad smile, taking her plate of food, and took a bite of the Poutine.
‘Mm fresh from the stove.’
“What? Seriously!? Fuck-I-I am really sorry, I…”, Matt stuttered through his
teeth. He couldn't believe this… why was it so hard to talk now?
“It is okay, I still have him in my contacts”, Madeline said, taking another
bite. “Now please eat up, it will make you feel better.”
Matt sighed, taking his plate in his hand.
“It was when my parents were on a second honeymoon… they went to France.”, he
started... But he wasn't so sure if he should tell her. He didn't consider
going to therapy. It would've helped out a lot more than recovering on his own
but…
“Go on, its okay. The movie can wait”, Madeline said, hoping talking about it
would help. He doesn't realize how easy it is for her to just call her
therapist. He was really good, she would even give Matt his number.
Matt swallowed… he never told anyone this story… he only told Oliver and
Francois a part of it but only because their Honeymoon was cut short and they
came home to a nightmare. The only reason why his Dad's friend, Santiago knows
is because Oliver told him. And Allen only knows because… he was there when it
happened…He never told anyone the whole story.
“While my Parents were in France… My brother and I were looked after by a
Nanny. She was trusted with us. But one day… she invited a figure into the
house and he stayed there for the majority of the absence of my parents…Allen
and I didn't blame her, this guy was a long time friend of her family so she
trusted him…”
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~8 years ago.~
12 years old, the little chap he was, and his older brother Allen was about 13.
The pair really liked their Nanny. She was really nice. She was from Hungary,
and her name was Elizabeta. They were so happy when they got to have her all to
themselves, she was so nice and a lot of fun. They would play games whenever
she was done cleaning or cooking, whenever she was free! Matt loved her!
One day, she thought it would be fun to have one more person join them. He
looked like a nice guy at first. He looked at the boys, and offered a hand to
give a handshake. His hair was dark brown with a reddish tint, and his eyes
were of a burgundy red. His name was Remus Vargas. He would go for a visit
whenever Elizabeta was done cleaning. He said he had a couple of grandkids
about their age and hoped that they could all play together soon. Matt liked
the sound of that and asked for their names.
“Their names are Callisto and Luciano. But they are grounded because of what
they did last week”, he started in his thick Italian accent. Matt noticed his
tone was different from before, but at the time he thought nothing of it. As
they began talking, sitting in the living room, Elizabeta came in announced
that she was going to the store because she was going to grab something for
supper that night and other essentials for the house. Remus offered to watch
them for her, and she smiled cheerfully and left. When Elizabeta left,
something in the man's eyes changed. He looked at Allen and him, giving a
rather scary smirk. The look on his face gave Matt a shiver up and down his
spine…
“Hey boys… I have an interesting game we could play”, he said… Matt looked at
Allen, he figured he was wearing the same look Allen wore because he felt like
it. Allen's eyes were huge and he looked scared. Allen started to sweat, Matt
noticed the sweat drops. “We are going to play Hide and Seek, but this time the
rules are different, understand?” Matt didn't like where this was going, but it
looked like there was no choice… was there? “The hiding part is the same… but
when I find you, something will be different. When I find you, and pray I
won't, I get to play another little game with you. Got it?” Matt felt like he
couldn't breathe… but he nodded, staring straight at Allen, hoping his Big
Brother would at least help him out. Allen nodded. His brother looked at the
man, bravely taking out his hand for a shake. Bravely and blindly saying…
“You're on, Old Man.”
Remus gave a sick, disturbing smile. And he closed his eyes. And started to
count down.
Allen grabbed Matt’s wrist and ran out of the living room, headed straight to
the kitchen and whispered as quietly as he could.
“Mattie-Bro, you know Elizabeta's cell number right? Call her on your cell
phone. I will call the cops, okay?”, Allen said with urgency. Matt nodded, and
they parted ways. Allen took the cordless phone and ran upstairs as fast he
could. Matt ran to his cell phone that his parents gave him for his 12 birthday
off the island, and dialed Lizzy's number as fast as he could. He hid behind
the island and as he tried so hard to keep quiet.
As to his worst fear, the dial tone went STRAIGHT to voice mail, stating that
her phone was off. He hung up and tried again. Dammit, STRAIGHT TO VOICE MAIL.
“Ready or not, here I come”, a shout came from the living room. Matt's heart
started thumping in his chest, he tried to think of a plan while listening
carefully to the geezer's foot steps. They were oddly light, which wasn't
comforting. And he started to panic when he heard shuffling in the kitchen.

‘No, please, no.’ Matt held his breath, biting his bottom lip, trying keep
himself from crying. He was so scared he couldn't move. This asshole was so
much bigger than he was, he could kick Matt ass in a matter of seconds. He
heard the old man come closer. Matt closed his eyes as he felt his impending
doom roll in.
“Hello? Are you in here?” said the twisted old man. Matt heard his quiet feet
shuffle closer to the island when there was a loud bang upstairs. And then the
sound of something like books fell onto the floor. Matt heard Remus quickly
turn and run out of the kitchen, hearing his feet patter on the stairs. And
only one thought came to mind.
‘AL!’ Matt got up from his hiding place and stopped mid-run and looked at the
phone pedestal. He eyes widened in horror…
The pedestal was broken… which meant Allen couldn't call the police.
‘Oh no!’ Just as he ran out of the kitchen to head up stairs he heard a blood
curdling scream come from his parents room, which means…
“ALLEN!”, Matt screamed as he darted to his parents room, hoping to make it on
time. He busted through the door that was already open and ran into the room
only to fin-
“NO! GET AWAY FROM MY BROTHER!”, Matt shouted as he took a nearby two shelf
unit and threw it at Remus. The shelf unit broke apart easily. And Matt heard a
horrible, throated chuckle. He looked at Matt with the most sickening pair of
eyes that bore into his soul. He gave a disgusting smirk as his pulled away
from a half-naked Allen, his T-shirt was ripped apart and his jeans were torn
right off. Matt's heart churned with rage. How dare he? HOW DARE HE? “Get away
from him, Mother FUCKER!”, Matt cursed as he grabbed a nearby wooden chair and
threw it at him.
“It looks like we have a third. Come here, little one”, Remus said, as he got
up from where he was. When Allen made an attempt to move, Remus looked at him
and held him down. “You stay put otherwise things could be worse for you”, he
said, with so much venom in his voice. Allen visibly whimpered. And he stayed
still.
'Shit.’ Matt watched in horror as he stood up and walked straight toward him.
‘Shit!’ Remus grabbed Matt as he threw him onto the bed. “Shit! Get off of me!”
Matt struggled as he felt his clothes get ripped off of him. Next thing he
knew, he was stark naked.
“Stay.” Remus got up to grab his brother who obediently stayed put, and put him
on the bed. Remus stripped him the rest of the clothes, and stood up at the
foot of the bed. “Good boys. Do you know what my Grandkids did to get
grounded?” The now traumatized boys both shook their heads. The geezer smirked,
wickedly. “Well, they didn't listen to me while we were playing this exact same
game. Want to know what I am going to do to you?”, he asked, grinning like the
madman he was.
Matt could feel his heart throb in his chest. He was so scared. Were they going
to die? What was going on? He really hoped Elizabeta was going to be home soon.
Wait…
“You know Lizzy is going to be home soon, right? She just went to get
groceries.” Matt was really hoping that Remus would come back to earth. He
didn't understand how such a nice man would do such a terrible thing. The old
man grinned wider like it were a challenge for him to do, which Matt didn't
understand.
“Yeah, she is going to be home soon”, Allen said, bravely. Matt could tell in
his voice though that he was just trying just as hard as he was.
“Yes, I do suppose she will be back shortly.” He turned and looked into the
walk-in closet in the bedroom and grabbed two leather belts. “Lay back by the
headboards”, Remus ordered. The boys obediently (and grudgingly) laid back.
With his eyes on the both of them, he tied them up individually. He tightened
the belts around their wrists and stood up again. He gave a disgusting smile…
as if he were victorious. Which he was.
“Alright, don't move a muscle… I will be back.” With a turn of his heel, he
walked out of the room. And closed the door. And headed downstairs. Matt turned
toward Allen, hoping he had a plan… but alas, he didn't. He just looked scared
for his life.
Which they were…
“Allen… I'm so scared… what if he kills us?”, Matt whimpered out. His heart
pounded so hard that he thought that it was going to pop out of his chest.
Allen began to shuddered. Matt knew he hated hearing that he was scared… but
what scared Matt the most was that…
“I'm scared too…”, Allen managed to get out. “What's gonna happen to us?...”
“I don't know…”, Matt choked out…
They must have laid there for about 30 minutes. Waiting. For every minute that
passed by, felt like an eternity. They tried to get out of the leather belts,
but there was nothing but painful rubbing. Eventually, the pair gave up. The
pain becoming too overwhelming. All they could do was wait for the impending
doom. They laid there, quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The only
thing you could hear was Matt and Allen's hoarse breathing… Matt could hear his
rapid heart beat in his ears… the air was thick.
‘This man… what did he have planned for us?’ ‘Were we going to be tortured?’ So
many scenarios flowed in and out of Matt’s head, repeatedly. But one thing was
for sure…
They were going to have their innocence taken from them…
And then… the sound of a door downstairs was being opened… Matt could hear
Elizabeta's voice downstairs. It sounded like they exchanged words. Remus was
oddly friendly with her… and then… the sound of a struggle came about when
broken noises made their way to his ears. His heart thudded in his chest as he
made eye contact with Allen once again as they listened to Elizabeta struggle
for her life, her cries of terror waking their minds once again for this
terrible reality. And a loud bang came from downstairs and the sound of
something large hitting the floor like a large body… and then a deathly silence
came about.
At this point, the boys were sobbing when they realized… their Nanny… who had
to be an amazing person to be around. Who had to be the funnest, most kindest
person they knew… was knocked out… and that monster downstairs was suddenly
making strange noises… horrible noises. Sounds of… Liking something…
“Allen! What happened to her? Please tell me she's okay!”, Matt begged but to
no avail. Allen was crying just as hard he was.
“I can't answer! I don't know Mattie-Bro! I really don't know!” The pair cried
on the bed helplessly… hoping to no avail that their Nanny was going to be
okay. That it was the monster that was knocked out… and it was HER making those
disgusting noises. The brothers waited for what felt even longer as they
listened to those ghastly sounds coming from downstairs.
“Mattie… I’m sorry for when I called you a weinie”, Allen suddenly apologised…
and Matt couldn't help but forgive him for the half-assed insult.
“Al… I'm sorry for the time I thought you liked My Little Pony”, Matt said…
remembering when the show first came out and he honestly thought his brother
liked that dumb sho-
“Um… Mattie… I really did like that show… still kinda do.”
“Oh… well then, I'm sorry you like that show.”
“Hey! That show was about friendship being magic, okay!?”, Allen stated,
sounding very insulted.
“It's stupid and it's a waste of time and money.” But the arguing pair grew
silent when they realized that the noises downstairs stopped.

And then… the sounds of foot steps came in front of the room. Remus opened the
door, and let himself in. Face full of sickening satisfaction and he was dazed.
And he was grinning like he won.
“Were you boys on your best behaviour?”, he asked, as if already knowing the
answer. The boys didn't move at all… all they could do was cry. They were next.
They were going to die… weren't they?
'Mom, Dad… please come home…’ Matt has never been so scared in his entire life.
The monster began to strip…
“Come here little one, Grandpa Vargas is going to have some fun”, he said as he
undid the belt that held Allen to the bed.
“NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU OLD GEEZER! FUCK OFF!” Matt could only watch
helplessly as Remus spread his legs. “NO! STOP! PLEASE!” Allen cried, screamed
and kicked but no matter what he did, the monster won.
By this point, Matt was damaged mentally… and all he could do was watch in
horror as Allen was violated in front of his eyes. His brother screamed and
cried and sobbed.
“NO!! Sto-ho-hop, IT HURTS!” his brother screamed. All Remus did was abuse the
young teen even more. “Ple-he-hease! PULL IT OUT! STOP!” There was no one to
help them… no one to save them from this nightmare that seemed to be repeating
itself when it just started. When Remus was finished with Allen, he just simply
chucked him aside like a ragdoll. And reached to undo the belt that held him
down. He then grabbed Matt by the arms and positioned him to face the bed.
“GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!” But the monster didn't listen. Instead, he pistponed
himself as hard as he can…
He had never felt so much pain in his life. He wanted to throw up, he wanted
this to stop… he NEEDED this to stop. There was nothing but a burning pain in
his stomach. Like everything was caught on fire.
“NAHA! FUCK! TAKE IT OUT! FUCKING TAKE IT OUT!” He was going to actually lose
his fucking mind. And then…
“HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY BABY BROTHER, YOU FUCKING FUCKHEAD!” And then… there was
a sound like a thud. Like something fell on the floor… and then Matt felt
something warm leak onto his head… Allen pulled him out from under the monster
that had forcibly taken their virginities. Their innocence. It was hard for
them to move but they moved away from the bed. The pair turned back to the
scene where monster was laying. Matt… couldn't believe the display in front of
him.
Remus' head was on the floor… still having that disgusting smirk on his face.
And his body was on the bed… There was an Axe where the neck was…
Matt turned to Allen… who was just as shocked as he was…
“Allen… what did you DO!?”, Matt screamed in disbelief and shock. He couldn't
believe… that happened.
“I DON'T KNOW! I WAS SO SCARED! I HAD TO SAVE YOU!”, Allen screamed back,
seemingly just as scared as Matt was.
“YOU JUST KILLED SOMEONE! YOU COULD GO TO JUVIE! OR JAIL!,” Matt retaliated.
Allen turned to face his little brother, with such a disappointed and angered
look on his face.
“JUVIE IS JAIL FOR KIDS YOU FUCKING TARD!” Allen backed off after saying that
though… like he knew Matt was right.
“Oh man… Budd, what is Ollie gonna say when they get home? What is François
gonna do?” As if to answer his questions, a scream of bloody murder shook the
entire household. In perfect sync, the boys ran out of the room limping, down
the stairs. Matt bit through the pain in his ass, he swore he was bleeding from
there, which he found out later he was.
The boys stopped at the bottom of the stairs… only to be welcomed to a shocked
François and an angered, panicked and scared Oliver. The same sex couple were
staring at the bloodied body of poor Elizabeta… whose clothes were ripped right
off, revealing a large pair of breasts with teeth marks on it… and her legs
were spread wide.
“Ollie? François?...”, Matt called. And the two looked at the stark-naked boys.
François eyes widened… his mouth now gaped open. Oliver got up and held the
brothers as tight as he could… sobbing into their shoulders.
“Oh my dear boys, what happened to you? How did this happen?”, Oliver
interrogated, unable to look the boys in the eyes…
Allen and Matt looked at each other… and fell into Oliver's arms. And began to
cry. Francois joined them soon afterwards… the family… all cried in each others
arms… Francois took Allen and held him as tight as he could, promising that
they would never be apart from them again.
Oliver hugged and cried into Matt's shoulder, realizing all that has happened.
And hesitantly asking where they ran from…

End of Chapter 2
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Her soul was ripped out.
     Trust meant nothing.
     Love meant nothing
     "How...How could he?"
Chapter 3
~Present Day~
The thought hurt him a lot. But Oliver and François were right… Allen decided
to go to Therapy. He would rather the FUCK NOT. He heard many things about
THOSE FUCKERS. But who knows… maybe that's why Matt was getting better.
“Allen, my boy, you know we are right”, Oliver said, softly,. “ We have been
putting this off for far too long, but I think you need to see someone.”
“I think I know of someone.” Oliver, Allen and Francois look at Santiago,
doubtfully. He does? But it isn't exactly a surprise, he had clinical
depression at some point and had gone to Therapy for some form of help. “He
really knows his stuff, I have his number.” Even though he gets his kicks from
this family… he can't watch this anymore, especially if they are talking about…
THAT. “His name is Arthur Kirkland, and he went to some of the best Psychiatric
schools. He is not like any other Therapists. In fact, he only prescribes drugs
unless it is a very severe case because he knows how they effect the brain. One
girl who was violated by multiple men two years ago, and she only saw him for
one year. But to keep good measure, he suggested moving to another
neighbourhood, even though they are locked up.”
“Dude, hold up… you mean she was violated by MORE than one man?,” Allen asked,
now wanting to find which jail they were in and murder them for what they did
to that poor woman.
“Si. She managed to put them all away for a very long time, but the damage was
so severe that they should've been sentenced to life in prison with no chance
of Parole.”
“WHAT!?” Allen stood up in rage. They are only going put those fuckers away…
TEMPORARILY? “They can still be LET OUT!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME WITH THIS
SHIT!?”
“ALLEN F. JONES! LANGUAGE!”, Oliver shouted, standing up to sit his boy down.
Allen was triggered, he couldn't believe those monsters were going to be let
out. “I know how you must feel, but we need to take this one step at a time.”
“Oliver is right”, Francois stated, taking a sip of his wine. “Even though this
is the most Santi has ever spoken since ever, if he has Dr. Kirkland's number,
then we can start by setting up appointments for next week.”
Santiago was happy… that he was able to help them out. He does enjoy watching
the boys cringe and such but there are times when… he just CAN'T watch it.
Especially after he took in those two Italian boys, after… the incident. When
he took in those poor kids, Santiago had never wanted to kill someone so bad…
all he could do was watch those boys cringe every time someone gave them a hug,
or even a friendly pat on the back. Until finally a year later after what
happened, he decided to get Callisto and Luciano a Child Therapist. At first it
didn't work at all. Like AT ALL. It took fighting and arguing, even plates
being smashed on the floor, on the walls. But eventually, the progress showed
on their faces. Patience and perseverance, and the most important of all,
understanding how they must've felt whenever that Monster came home to them.
And then it was easier for Santiago to sit them down and have a talk with them.
And now, the boys have managed to move on with their lives. Luciano, the
younger of the two, opened up his own restaurant in Italy, while Callisto, the
older one, started his own Fashion line. He was so proud of the both of them
and their progress. It never occurred to him that he should've given Oliver and
Francois the advice. But it looked like they tried multiple times, and the boys
refused. Until now at least.
“Hold on…” realization hit the floor like a rock… everyone looked at Santiago.
Oliver's voice had venom, it was filled with betrayal and rage. He didn't
understand why the change in the atmosphere was negative… Francois glared at
him too. It was subtle, but the anger was there. And Allen looked ready to
pounce on him like a lion would do for a prey. Even though he was still in a
lot pain as far as he could tell, the young upstart could still do a lot of
damage. “You had the number… to a Therapist… this WHOLE TIME!?” And Santiago
realized his error.
'Shit.’ The three stood and walked toward him. “I didn't even think of it until
now, I am sorry”, Santiago tried to explain. It was the truth… but somehow…
that didn't suffice. Oliver's voice made its way to his ears again.
“Because you are a friend of the family, we will show you mercy”, the British
man stated.
But it still wasn't comforting.
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It must've been hard… to live with a secret like that… Madeline couldn't
believe it at first. But the tears that rolled on off his face as he kept a
straight face told her otherwise. But why would he lie about chopping off
someone's head? Why would he lie about his brother being first?
Madeline could simply bite her bottom lip and decided…
“Well… I thought I could trust him… but I was so wrong…”
Matt's heart rang like there was a warning all of a sudden. No… was she going
to tell him? He looked at her, eyes burning, like they were on fire.
“We were dating for two months but in the second month… I could tell he was
getting antsy. You see, I was only 17 at the time and I didn't like the idea of
being in bed with men before the Three Month mark. I guess I should be lucky I
caught it all early… that is something my therapist said at first but then he
realized that was something no one should ever be told, even if it is the
truth… “
Madeline took a bite of her pizza, thinking she should just tell the story of
how it happened at least.
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~2 years ago~
A 17 years old teen she was, walking down the street in Winnipeg. She was
supposed to be meeting her boyfriend Wang Xiao Long, he was an exchange student
from China. He seemed like a lot if fun, and he was open-minded. He had a
couple friends who she felt rather edgy around but she tried anyway. The blond
was Siegfried, and he was a bit of a ladies man, although, she does see him
being loyal to his friends. As for the Japanese person, Kuro… he made her feel
very uncomfortable. He was always quiet and always looked at her as if she were
something to eat. She wanted to talk to Xiao many times but… she was a little
scared… but she wanted to give them all a chance.
She was meeting up with Xiao Long, they were going out for a coffee, he said he
had a surprise for her. Madeline was so excited. The progress they were making
was great, she was looking forward to their next date which wasn't even planned
yet.
She walked into the Cafe' to find him sitting there already. He was on his
phone, typing vigorously like there was something important. Which it probably
was. He was wearing his red jacket, with a Chinese symbol on each side of his
sleeves and he was wearing a black military hat. She was never sure of why he
wore it. It looked like he already ordered her coffee, which was nice of him.
“Hi Xiao Long”, she greeted him and he looked up at her. He smiled at her and
he stood up, and walked toward her, and gave her her coffee.
“Let's go. You are going to love this.” He took her hand and he led her out the
Café and into the street. Madeline could only anticipate the future. What was
he showing her? What was going on? She was excited. This was the first time he
ever did anything like this for her. She followed close behind him. She then
wondered about what they had been through, which wasn't a lot.
She thought about how sweet he had been to her, when they first met. How he
considered her feelings and how he got her a coffee when she didn't ask for it.
He would bring her food whenever she was hungry. Xiao Long made her feel better
when she was sad or feeling lonely, essentially reminding her of how great she
is. She thought he was amazing for that.
“You know, you shouldn't let anyone beat you down. You are too good for that”,
he would say in his Chinese accent. He always made her feel important. So when
he also made a meet time for them, stating he had a surprise for her, she had
mixed feelings about it. She always planned ahead, but that could also be
another reason why he made it a surprise. He mentioned at one point that he
thought she needed some spontaneity in her life. And she agreed with him, but
she didn’t think he would do THIS. Don't get her wrong, she was really excited
for this…. But the feeling of not knowing was driving her crazy.
She followed him into a building that looked like it needed renovations. But
she didn't mind. She just needed to stay close behind him. Very close. The
building was tattered, and old. But this was the oldest part of the city, too.
The stairs into the building were stained with… something. And the rails looked
greasy and peeled. The walls inside didn't look so bad, the wallpaper started
to peel off though. The baseboards were starting to come off too. She was
suddenly hoping that the building was going to be under a full renovation but
that was highly unlikely because this area of the city was run-down.
“Um… where are we going?”, she asked nervously. She wanted to know so she could
turn back before it was too late. The building was giving her the heebie-
jeebies.
“We are visiting a friend's place. We won't be long,” he said without looking
back. He took her up the stairs, and they kept going until they were on the
third level. And they walked down the hall to a room which said 306. Xiao Long
knocked on the door. And there was a young man… who had to be no older than
them. It was Siegfried.
“Oh hello, come on in,” the German teen gestured inside. The two went in. Xiao
long lead her to sit on the couch. And Siegfried lead him into a room. Madeline
waited for a bit. She felt very edgy with the whole atmosphere. She knew
Siegfried lived in a sketchy area, but at least the Unit was decent. The unit
looked freshly renovated, the wallpaper was fresh. The floor looked waxed. And
the carpet looked new. The furniture also looked brand new. Madeline was
relieved at this.
But she can't shake off the bad feeling anymore. She bit her bottom lip as she
clutched onto her bag. She didn't understand why she felt SO UNCOMFORTABLE IN
HERE. Her entire body was stiff.
“Hey Maddy, come in here,” shouted Xiao Long from the room. She got up and
walked straight to the room. Hopefully this will be quick. She walked into the
room, and looked at the male teens. Her neck hairs were standing on end, and
her heart thudded in her chest at what she saw.
The bed room was covered in little lights, and the bed was full of rose
peddles. The blanket underneath was of a red and purple figure but the blanket
was full of peddles. Xiao Long was holding a bouquet of daisies and dandelions
(which at the time Madeline thought was so sweet), and his face looked so
sincere.
He… was smiling so kindly…
But… the feeling didn't disappear, only because Madeline knows why he brought
her here. She hoped Kuro and Siegfried would leave if this was the case. THEN
she could MAYBE let Xiao seduce her. They were only reaching their two month
mark but because he was so sweet, she just might make an exception.
“I-I know you said you wanted to wait until three months but I cannot wait
anymore. I hope you will let me make you mine tonight”, he said, so calmly. But
she could tell his voice was shaking. It was slight. “I hope that maybe, you
could… make this one time exception? I won't ask again. I promise.” Madeline
looked at the other two. They were waiting for her answer. Kuro's eyes looked
blank and for the first time, he looked like he didn't want to eat her alive.
Siegfried too, looked very sincere about this whole thing. Did all three of
them plan this all out? Xiao Long walked right up to her and gave her the
bouquet, looking right into her eyes. His face was so different from before.
She took the flowers from him and put them carefully in her arms.
Madeline then considered her options. She normally didn't like going into the
bed unless she knew the guy well, she doesn't like having platonic sex. She
wanted it to mean something and clearly Xiao Long tried so hard. He wanted her
to be his. But she doesn't know him all that well. She didn't even see where he
lived. She just knows a lot of the basics of what you should know about your
boyfriend. His favourite genre of music, his favourite places to eat, his
favourite places to hangout. Stuff like that. But she doesn't know who his
family is. When she did ask, he would get really sour toward her, saying it
wasn't important and what WAS important is that he feels very fond of her. She
couldn't deny him that. There was no way she could.
Madeline nervously bit her lip as she returned his gaze… making a decision. She
gave him a kind, soft smile.
“This is all so sweet of you to do, it really is, Xiao Long. No one ever did
anything like this for me. Not ever.” She was really hoping this would go her
way… “But…” In that moment his expression changed. His eyebrows furrowed in
annoyance, knowing the impending rejection. “... I don't really know you. You
deny me so much knowledge of your family background. All I wanted to know was
who your parents were… but you told me nothing. I told you so much, Xiao Long…
but you never returned any information for me.” His eyes narrowed, as there was
a change in the atmosphere. His breath hitched as he caught his own footing, he
somehow lost some of his balance. “… Xiao Long?” He held out his hand,
gesturing to the bouquet in her arms.
“Give me back the bouquet. It means nothing now.” Madeline's heart tore in
half… it means nothing now? How? It still meant something to her, she still
wanted it for him.
“But… Xiao Lo-“
“NOW.” His eyes grew dark as he closed in on her. Suddenly she felt the
presence of two bodies behind her, she looked and saw Kuro on her left. Her
eyes widened in horror. She looked to her right and saw Siegfried. She bit her
bottom lip. Xiao grabbed the bouquet of flowers and threw it on the ground. He
stomped on the bloomed peddles like it meant nothing to him. Which now it did.
He glared at her and he grabbed her arm, took her and threw her onto the bed.
“Xiao Long! What are you doing!?”, she yelled in pure fear as he sat on top of
her. He tore her jacket off and he began to rip off her shirt. “NO PLEASE!
STOP!” She felt two dips in the bed, hearing the background, clothes hitting
the floor. “NO! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!”, Madeline shouted hoping to get
something out if the horrible trio. Xiao Long took his belt and tied the now
naked Madeline to the bed post. She kept her eyes closed, keeping her mouth
shut as well, in case she might say the wrong thing. What was happening? Were
they going to kill her?
“Because… because I love you Maddy.” She heard those three words come from Xiao
Long's mouth… she opened her eyes and looked at him. He was now naked as well.
“You mean too much to me to let you go. You helped me out of the gutter… you
did so much for me. I just… I can't let you get away from me.” He leaned down
and kissed her neck. “I was so hoping that this would help change your mind
too… but it didn't. Do you know what you did to me just then?”, he asked as he
looked up at her, making eye contact with her light blue pair. “You made me
feel like I wasn't good enough. Is that what that was all about. I'm no good?”
he took his hands and began to caress her breasts. “I never cared about
anything before. Not ever. But then you came along… and changed all that.” He
leaned down and lick her nipple. Her body shivered at the gentle touch. She bit
her bottom lip as her nether regions were introduced to a familiar feeling.
“Xiao Long, I-I'm sorry that I made you feel t-that way. But please stop”, said
Madeline, as the guilt of the rejection came into her heart. She closed her
eyes as tears began to flow onto her face. There was no way this was happening.
And then there was nothing. She opened her eyes wondering if he WILL stop. He
did. He was letting someone else take over. ‘No.’ Kuro laid his naked self on
top of her. ‘No.’ He forced her legs apart. “No! Please! NO!” Xiao long put a
gag onto her mouth. Madeline then knew the purpose of WHY Kuro and Siegfried
was there.
It was in case of rejection. For if she said ‘No.’
Madeline had never felt so pain in her life. Kuro went first, staying in the
Missionary position but his thrusts were hard and merciless. And then Siegfried
went next. But he took her from behind. And then Xiao MADE her do Anal. And
then from then on. They gave her no choice but the have group sex. A gangbang.
The three of them offered no mercy as they pounded in and out of her all at the
same time.
By the end of the night, Madeline's soul… was broken. She walked home, heart-
broken.
Traumatized.
Soulless.
“How… how can… he do this to me… I thought… I-“ she collapsed as the pain was
too much.
Lady luck was her friend because three RCMP officers were close by with a K-
9 Unit. A dog that was trained for these types of situations and drug use. The
three collected her and took her to their station and questioned poor Madeline.
It wasn’t until after they opened a new file and got the description of the
three of them… that Madeline realized…

… that she was raped.
End of Chapter 3
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     My Maple,
     I wanted to stay the entire night, but my Parents need me to go home.
     It is apparently very important, Allen said everyone had to be there,
     so I decided to leave you my information because I would like to
     invite you to coffee sometime.
     I hope to hear from you soon.
     See you around,
     Matt
     P.S. I'm sorry about Al's behaviour. He gets like that, sometimes.
     1-416-684-5688
     4652 89 Ave. Nw Toronto
Chapter 4
~Present Day~
The Gentleman typed away at his computer. After receiving a text from one of
his former clients, he felt the need the open her old file. He was very
surprised to hear from her, he was wondering how she had been doing. Her file
was two years old, and had been closed ever since she was deemed not only sane,
but cured from her depression. He didn't have to prescribe her anything other
than the Anti-Depressants. But he also suggested a few other things as well.
Such as Yoga, to help clear her head, Aroma Therapy, and even spending time
with loved ones. Thankfully most of those worked. The Yoga most definitely
helped her. As for the Aroma Therapy, he dismissed as quickly as he suggested
it. The candles and such reminded her of… what happened, so he told her to
forget about it. Spending time with her friends and family helped her out a lot
though. He was glad.
The landline rang loud in his apartment. Sighing, he got up from the laptop,
and headed to his phone.
“Kirkland Residence”, Arthur answered in his business tone. Hearing the voice
on the other line, made him think of his home in Britain.
“Hello, Fellow Chap. How are you doing this fine evening?”, asked the fellow
British man on the other end.
“Oh, well, I suppose I am doing alright. How is everything going with you,
Sir?” It has been a while since he socialized with anyone, so he was rather
stiff...
“I am alright thank you for asking. Actually, one of your former clients said
that you have a great record in your work. I am wondering if you are able to
assess my son on Monday if you can?”, asked the sincere Gentleman. He sounded
worried.
“I most certainly can. If you would like, we can set up a time that works for
you.”
“Oh my. Thank You, Love.”
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As his ‘Mom' spoke on the phone, Allen sat beside a tied up Santiago. He was
quite tense. He wondered if the fucker will help him out. It would also mean
facing his demons, too. But he may need to keep one thing quiet though… okay…
maybe two things quiet.
“Alright, thank you very much, Love. Yes, have yourself a nice evening.
Goodnight.” Oliver hung up the landline, and walked over to Allen. “Alright, as
you probably heard, your assessment with Dr. Kirkland will be on Monday at 3:
00pm. I can come with you if you like,” Oliver offered. He hope that this would
help him. He really did. Even if Allen were to only go for at least one month
straight would be more than enough. Allen needed this.
“Um… yeah, I guess you can come,” Allen replied, slouching his shoulders. He
would rather go alone, but he also didn't mind at least going with someone.
“Good.” Oliver sat down beside Santiago, and sighed sadly, while he had a look
at François’ old friend. He was gagged with a rag, and his hands were
handcuffed. His arms were tied to his torso and his legs were bound to the
chair. “I am terribly sorry we overreacted… we… uh, tend to do that.” He took
off the gag, and began to untie him.
“Do not worry about that. I understand why you were so angry.” Santiago bit his
tongue, trying to keep himself from saying something sarcastic as well. But he
knows that Oliver only does what is best for his family.
“My boy, Allen, when you go in-“
“Yeah, I know… don't mention that I killed Remus… and that you guys burned the
bodies.” Allen rolled his eyes, he knew that would be requested. He would just
say that Remus got away with it and Elizabeta ran back to Hungary… although he
does feel like he would be dishonouring her memory…
Oh well… they still have her ashes… downstairs in the basement.
… which is why no one is allowed down there..
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Her story was so nerve-racking. Those boys… were so cruel. Her boyfriend… who
APPARANTLY LOVED HER… VIOLATED HER BODY. He paced the household back and forth
as anger began to collect in his veins. They should never be allowed out on the
street again. No matter how good they were in Juvie. No matter HOW GOOD THEY
WERE in ADULT prison. Whatever they were given now was too good for them.
“They were put away for a long time, Matt. Come sit down”, said Madeline,
hoping to calm him down. He looked angry. “I am also hoping too, that they
won't be released.”
“But he said he loved you. If he truly did, then he wouldn't have- ARGH!” He
cupped his face with his hands as he tried to calm himself down. “He… wouldn't
have done… THAT to you.” He walked back to the couch, hoping to let her know
that they deserved what they got, and worse. “He was scum, and I hope he rots
in the pits of Hell!”, he said with as much poison in his voice as possible. He
took her hands in his own and kissed her knuckles. “They will forever rot with
the power of Lucifer on their backs as pedestals. And even then the Fallen
Angel himself will agree that even THAT is too good for those assholes.” He
kissed her knuckles again. He felt his heart thud loud in his chest. He opened
her hands and softly kissed her palms.
Madeline felt something in the pit of her stomach, something warm. She bit her
bottom lip as she looked toward the screen of ‘Bon Cop, Bad Cop.’ Chances were
they might not see it tonight. That's okay. They can just cuddle in her
bedroom. She didn't mind, if it meant he would feel better. She felt him gently
kiss her forearm. And her bicep, making his way to her shoulder. Her body
shuddered in anticipation as he began to kiss her neck.
“M-Matt, we can cuddle… if you want. We can go to the room, or lay down on the
couch. I… I don't know… I-“, Madeline started but then stopped herself. What if
when she… no way, she should at least make an attempt. She was scared but she
knew he would at least stop himself. And he did. In fact, he backed right off,
his eyes wide as if realizing what he was doing.
“Oh God, I… I am so sorry, Maple. I didn't mean to… I”, he said as he sat back.
He felt his body freeze as he realized what he had done. “I didn't mean to make
to you feel so… so uncomfortable”, he said as stood up again. He walked away,
to pace once again in the house. ‘I made her feel awkward… she is scared of me
now. What have I done?’ Did he hurt her? Did he disturb her peace? He can't be
here anymore. He has to go. But what if he wasn't sober enough? ‘DAMMIT!’ He
walked to the kitchen, opened the cupboard and grabbed a glass. He filled it
with water and gulped it down to calm his nerves. He was so angry with himself.
He… didn't mean to… to…
Madeline got up from the couch and walked toward him. He must be having an
anxiety attack. She smiled kindly. She walked up and stood beside him, she put
her hand onto his forearm. She heard him whisper...
“I… I'm sorry Madeline…”, he said softly. He looked at her, eyes glassy. His
bottom lip was trembling as if trying to keep from shedding salt again.
“Don't worry about it. Just come here.” Madeline gently turned him around to
get him to face her. She pulled him close and wrapped her arms around his
waist. “It's weird… isn't it? That we met this way?” She looked up at him, into
his dark-purple eyes. “You know, I think this is great? Let's go to my room. We
can lay down and relax.”
Matt wasn't so sure. He felt like he ruined the entire evening. He should just
leave… but he doesn't want to leave her alone…
“Besides, it feels like you like me more because you called me by my name.”
Madeline chuckled lightly as she watched him huff. His cheeks turned red and he
looked away almost instantaneously.
“N-No I didn't! I called you ‘Maple'”, he said, as he took her arms off of him.
But he heard her laugh a little too evilly.
“No you didn't, you called me ‘Madeline,’ Hun.” She threw her arms onto his
shoulders, glad that the tense atmosphere was now gone. Their secrets were out,
and the crying portion of the evening was done. He was almost fully sober too.
And they were both full from their favourite food from their favourite pizza
place.
Matt couldn't help but smile as he looked down at the stubborn Maple Leaf that
refused to fall. She… really was cute…
So cute… Too cute to be true.
But she is true. And she is here. So sweet. Like the Maple Syrup on the
pancakes she made.
“Matthieu… stop staring at me, and kiss me.” His heart began to pump loudly in
his ears. A request that cannot be denied. He leaned in and gave her a gentle
kiss. Her lips… were so warm and soft… and inviting.
She put her hands onto his cheeks as she felt him enter her inner cave. He was
so gentle. He was like a giant teddy bear. And it was wonderful. Madeline
melted into the kiss, letting him brush her tongue, and explore her mouth for
hidden treasure.
Little did they know that one of their phones rang on silent. Going to Voice
Mail.
Matt parted from her, and took a look at His Maple. Her eyes were cloudy, and
her cheeks were red. She was sweaty and her lips were now swollen.
“Are… you sure we can go to your room?... “, he asked, hoping it really was
okay. And according to Maple, it looked like it was. She smiled up at him.
“Yes, we can. If it is okay with you, eh?”, she offered once more to make sure,
eyes full of excitement.
Matt smiled back down at her, feeling reassured. He was truly feeling a lot
better now… thanks to her.
“Sure.”
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The two laid on the bed, for what only seemed like five minutes but it was
already past midnight. Thankfully it was the weekend and neither of them had
jobs that required them to work weekends. Matt just couldn't stop staring at
her eyes. Couldn't stop holding her in his arms.
“Maple... I could just kiss these lips all night, you know?”, he said as he
leaned in again, to give her another kiss. Her skin was so soft and her hair so
silky. He took her hair out of those pig-tails, and she looked gorgeous with
her hair down.
“Mmm, Yes, I do.” Madeline felt so calm, laying beside him. They were both in
their underwear. Her skin was touching his, the warmth of his body felt so
comforting.
“I… thought I made you nervous, but I guess it was just me”, Matt said, as he
massaged her left thigh that he just noticed was on his right hip.
“Awe, are you saying I made you nervous?”, Madeline asked, deepening her voice,
as she caressed his cheek. “Oh that is so cute!”
“Shut up!”, Matt huffed as he held her close. He nuzzled her neck, listening to
her breathe, taking a soft sniff of her hair. Jasmine with a hint of Vanilla.
“Mmm… kiss me again Matthieu.” Matt did just that, putting his lips against
hers. He never knew this would feel amazing. He had been with a few other
ladies before, just a night fling here and there. It always meant nothing, they
would get up, get dressed and leave. That would be it. Not once did he ever
stop and cuddle with them. Not once did he try to savour that feeling of laying
beside a beautiful woman… until now.
He heard Maple moan softly as he began to massage her left breast through her
bra. He wanted to ease into it. He wanted to make her feel sexy. Amazing.
Beautiful. Worth his time.
… worth his energy…
Madeline laid back from his grasp for a moment to take off her bra, and threw
it onto the pile of clothes on her floor. She leaned into him again and make
contact with his rough lips again. This time more vigorously. She felt him
begin to softly rub her left breast, his strong fingers finding their way to
her nipple. Her voice moaned through the kiss as she felt him laid her onto the
bed again. She wasn't exactly planning this happening tonight. In fact, it was
the furthest thing from her mind, but after everything that has been said.
After everything that happened to them… they deserved this. DAMMIT they
deserved this.
Matt grinded himself into Madeline, hearing her moan through her occupied
mouth. He kissed her cheek, her jawline. He suckled softly on her neck, feeling
her hands in his ruffled hair. Her fingers rubbed against his scalp, giving him
goosebumps. He leaned down further onto her collar bone and kissed it, leaning
further down and licked her nipple.
Madeline gasped, thrusting her pelvis up into his groin, purposely aiming for
his bulging, clothed erection. She held his shoulders as she waited for the
right moment…
Matt flicked her nipple with the tip of his tongue, loving the sounds coming
out of her mouth. He clamped his lips tightly around her nipple, and sucked
lightly on it, careful not to hurt her. His right hand massaged the other mound
of flesh carefully. His fingers pinched and twisted the now abused nub. He let
go of her nipple from his mouth and made his way to the other offer the same
abuse.
Madeline clutched his shoulders tightly as his continued his heartless torture.
Was this what real sex was? It was so strange. Her partners always made fast
work, there was almost no foreplay… but she also hadn't had a single sexual
partner since…
She quickly tossed that horrible thought from her mind, pushing Matt RIGHT OFF
of her in the process. She looked at the confused man on the bed, before he got
back up again (probably about to apologize for something that wasn't his
fault), she quickly rolled herself onto him. He sheepishly looked up at her.
Madeline giggled seeing his face, he looked so confused. His eyes were wide,
his lips were pursed and his cheeks were so pink.
“Oh you look so cute!”, Madeline exclaimed, putting her hands on his cheeks. “I
could just eat you up.” Without knowing it, her voice deepened as she made the
sex induced suggestion.
Matt blushed but for a different reason. She was in a position to be in
control… to bring him to his knees.
“I'm not cute!”, Matt protested, grasping onto her thighs. “If anybody is cute,
you are.”
“Oh, why thank you very much Matthieu”, Madeline said, as she leaned in to kiss
him softly. She tenderly kissed his cheeks, and made her way down to his neck,
and chest.
Matt… stared directly at the ceiling and focused only on the ceiling. Her lips
were so tender on his rough skin, and her wet tongue was NOT HELPING. He felt
her make her way to the elastic band for his shorts. He looked down to watch
her reaction to his thickness. He has to. He watched her slowly take it off.
His heart churned with pride as her eyes widened at his erection as it touched
the base of his stomach.
Madeline felt her core become very warm at the sight of such thickness. Her
mouth watered as she took it into her hands, loving the way it felt in her
fingers. She firmly began to pump it, listening to his hiss of appreciation.
She watched as the precum started to leak from the head. With a hot tongue, she
leaned in to have a lick. ‘Bittersweet like coffee or a Latte.’ She sucked
slowly on the head of the penis, closing her eyes now focusing on her task.
Matt could not look away as her head began to bob up and down on his cock. Her
mouth felt so good, it was so hot. He resisted every urge to thrust into her
mouth as hard as he could. But he did grab her hair, pulling it back. He has to
see her mouth on it. Matt's heart was loud in his ears as he saw her lips clamp
tightly around his cock. Her hand with her mouth, moved up and down, providing
more pressure. And then she did it. He felt her swallow him whole, his grip on
her hair tightened as his legs tensed.
“Fuck, Maple. Your throat is so tight!”, Matt moaned as he threw his head onto
the sheets. Madeline hummed through his cock, giving him shivers all over his
body. The vibration in her voice made his cock feel like it thickened. Maple
pulled away and Matt was ready to protest but he stopped when he saw what she
was doing.
Madeline's body was so hot… she carefully took off her panties and threw it
onto the floor. She leaned back into the erection, swallowing him right up
again. He tasted so good, she can't stop herself. She brought a hand to her own
region and stroked her clitoris, giving herself a shockwave. Her very core
quaked as she stimulated her hot clitoris.
'Mmm, oh I can't take this!’ Madeline's mouth quivered as she pumped him with
her mouth once again.
Matt swallowed hard as he saw what she was doing to herself. He sighed. He sat
up and gently pushed her to the bed again. The slight surprise on her face told
him that she was really not expecting that. But she was still relaxed. He
spread her legs and leaned forward to her region and kissed her inner thighs.
And then, he took his tongue and licked her clitoris far too softly.
“Ah! Oh!”, Madeline moaned as she grasped her hair. There was no way he was
going to do this to her. This… this was torture. “No fair! I need more!”
Madeline pinched and massaged her breasts as he made his way to her lips on her
region. She felt him invite himself in between those lips. Madeline gasped as
he began to eat her out. She put her hands into his hair, as he quickened his
pace. “Oh, I'm gonna cum!” Madeline's heart thudded as that ‘knot' build up at
a rapid pace. Matt gave no mercy. It had been a long time since Madeline was
with anybody. She didn't even touch herself. Not until just a moment ago, so
she was very sensitive. VERY sensitive. The ‘knot' tightened as Matt carefully
inserted a finger, feeling that she was tight. Now knowing she needed proper
preparation, he slowly moved his finger in and out. And he added another finger
to make sure she would stretch sufficiently. And then one more, making it three
altogether. He carefully moved them in and out, listening for any sounds of
protest or any signs of discomfort. Thankfully, there wasn't any. So he folded
his fingers up to hit that spot he was told to hit all the time. And it worked.
He watched as her back arched As her breath began to become laboured. “Ma-
hatt!”, She groaned as he fingered her as fast as he could. He couldn’t wait to
taste her cream…
And then, explosion. Matt swallowed her delicious milk as he hummed to himself.
He turned his head and kissed her inner thighs. He started to kiss her stomach,
his body was aching. As he made his way up her body, there was a muffled ring
in his clothes. Grunting, he sat up, feeling her hands on his shoulders.
“Matthieu… please don't stop…”, Madeline begged. He CAN'T STOP. He wasn’t
ALLOWED TO STOP. They were so CLOSE!
Matt looked at her and her eager eyes. She needed him to stay… but that
ringtone wa-
“Matt… oh please.” His heart rang with guilt.
“I'm sorry… that's my parents Ringtone. I have to answer it.” He stood up and
headed to his pants, and he answered the phone as fast as he could. “Hello? Oh
hey, Allen.”
“Yo, Dude. Where are you? Ollie said you have to come home. There is something
important to discuss”, Allen said, with a sense of urgency. Matt sighed… great.
“I can't. I'm in the middle of-“ Matt cut himself right off. Allen has been
trying to get him with a girl for such a long time (even though Matt has been
with a few girls already but Allen doesn't have to know), and if he told him…
whelp, Allen would never let Matt live it down. “- Something. I'm in the middle
of something.” ‘Good save, Matt,’ he thought to himself, thinking he did a good
jo-
“Bruh, you sound horny. Are you masturbating?”, Allen asked, assumption thick
in his voice.
And it starts.
“What?! No, you perv! I'm doing something else!”, Matt nearly shouted into the
phone, frustrated that the mood might be ruined now.
“Ah, you're with a girl, ain't Ya, Bruh? I knew you could do it!”, Allen said,
now cheerful that Matt has a lady in bed.
“Al, if you don't fuck off right now, I swear I will-“ Matt was cut off as his
phone was taken right out of his hand. In horror, Matt looked at Maple and
reali-“Maple, give me back my phone!”, Matt yelled as he reached around her as
she purposely put the phone far behind her back while pushing him away from her
by putting her hand on his sweaty chest. Matt eyes buldged out as she put the
phone to her ear.
“Hello, Sexual Services, how may I pleasure your Matthieu?”, Madeline said as
seductive and as professional as she could. The voice that came through was
full of excitement and anticipation.
“Ooh, I knew he was with a girl. I think he might like it if you blow him nice
and hard”, Allen suggested, genuinely happy that his brother was with a woman
tonight. And she was spunky. ‘Fuck, he knows how to pick ‘em.’
“Maple! Give me back my phone! Don't listen to him!”, Matt shouted in horror at
his Maple. He was so embarrassed… how could this happen?! Maple gently pushed
him down onto the sheets and climbed on top of him, a sexy smile on her face.
“I already did that. He loved it. What else should I do? I want to make it as
pleasurable as possible for him,” Madeline asked, Canadian Courage creeping
into her veins. It took so much to not laugh at Matt, he was looking up at her
in utter shame. She knew why he was embarrassed though. But she will make it
better. She could just hear the smirk in ‘Al's' voice. She guessed he was
grinning like Heath Ledger as the Joker.
“Then you should have him lay on the bed, fuck his brains out.”
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Allen RACED up the stairs as fast as he could, and closed and locked his
bedroom door. He bit his bottom lip. He never knew that there were Canadian
women out there that were… courageous.
“Then you should have him lay on the bed, fuck his brains out.” The sex induced
suggestion slipped out so easily. He heard in her voice as she adjusted the
both of them. His heart thudded in his chest… and then he wondered…
… how often does Mattie have sex?
The thought was dismissed from his head quickly as he heard a new sound on the
other end. He heard Matt groan…
“Maple, it's so tight!”
“Mmmm ah, you're so thick…”, ‘Maple' grunted and hissed on the other end. His
mouth watered as he realized that she… seemed to want him to be a part of this.
Did she?
He unzipped his jeans as he went onto the bed. He carefully took off his
jacket, and laid down. He heard another sound on the phone. The Anticipation
drove him crazy.
“Ah, fuck! Oh!”, ‘Maple' moaned again as her breath became more frantic. He
clamped his erection tightly as he listened to this person whom his brother
found. He wondered if she had a sister. He wondered if she was hot. She sounded
so cute.
His heart thudded as he heard another sound; the sound of wet skin hitting wet
skin. He pumped himself fast as he could only imagine the hot scene his brother
was a part of.
She must've been originally on top of him, thrusting herself up and down.
Twisting and twirling. Teasing and alluring. And then when Matt couldn't take
it anymore, grabbed her hips and jammed himself in and out as hard he could.
His hand was so warm, feeling the precum leak from his mushroom head. His eyes
watered, as he felt himself come closer and closer to that amazing miracle of
ejaculation. His hand pumped faster as he listened to the erotic sounds on the
phone.
He closed his eyes as he felt heat gather in his cock and he felt his balls
tightened. He hissed as he began to feel that familiar heat that his body
craves. Allen felt his heart crash as he suddenly felt something wet and thick
on his hand. He put the phone onto the table and he looked down… surely enough…
he came from masturbation. He didn't cum from masturbation in years, not since…
Quickly dismissing the horrid thought from his head, he got up and grabbed the
phone to have a quick listen. It sounded like they changed position. And
‘Maple' was still on the phone.
“Yo, Maple', I'm spent, I'm gonna let you guys go, okay?”, Allen said hearing a
gasp from the phone. Allen chuckled to himself. They probably forgot all about
him. That’s okay. This was fun.
“Alright, if you say so. Nice to prematurely meet you!”, ‘Maple' said, sounding
rather tired.
“Um, nice to prematurely meet you, too”, Allen said as he hung up the phone,
deciding to call back at a more appropriate time.
His Bruh might have a girlfriend. That is awesome! He got up and decided that a
shower was a need tonight.
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Madeline smirked evilly as she spread her legs a little wider. ‘Let's see if I
can do this.’ She gripped his cock and gave it a few pumps, making sure it was
well lubricated. And then, she found her own entrance and she carefully filled
herself up with his cock.
“Maple, it's so tight!,” Matt groaned loudly as he threw his head back into the
sheets. She… oh it was so hot… how were they going to do this? How was he going
to survive?
“Mmm, ah you're so thick!”, Madeline groaned mid-way through. He was only
halfway inside of her… and this was already hurting. ‘He… must be tearing my
cervix.’ She carefully moved herself up slowly and back down carefully,
managing to go a little further… but just a little. She did it again. And one
more time. He… he was so deep. He was all the way inside of her.
Matt's body shivered at the familiar feeling of being inside of someone. His
mouth watered at how… how TIGHT she was. It was so hot inside of her. He
carefully grasped her thighs as she adjusted herself. She put her right hand
onto his chest and carefully began to move. He watched as she slowly moved up
and down on his cock, her plump breast bouncing slightly with her efforts. He
reached up and firmly squeezed her nipples as she sped up.
The pain disappeared almost immediately when she moved on his thick cock. But
fuck… he was so deep. She couldn't stop herself from moaning into the phone
with his sibling on the other end. He was probably masturbating. That's okay.
“Ah fuck! Oh!”, Madeline moaned as she quickened her pace. She closed her eyes
as she leaned back to put her right hand onto his thigh. She could feel his
cock heating up at a fast pace. Matt sat up and sucked on her hard nipples. His
body now frantic, held her torso and began to thrust up hard into his Maple.
The sound of wet skin hitting each other was loud in the room, as the Maple
couple thrusted into each other as hard as they can. She held his shoulders
with her right arm. Madeline could feel his cock heating up unbelievably fast
as his release was approaching. Her body hot from the new and improved friction
inside her now needy body. His cock felt like it became thicker as she began to
go through another orgasm. Her cervix clamped tightly and merciless around his
poor cock. She heard him groan into her chest in utter pleasure. Surely now he
will be released from her hold on him.
That delicious release.
Matt groaned loudly into her chest as he felt her pussy somehow become tighter.
It was too much. She was already a bit too tight for his liking and her wetness
made her pussy very hot. He held her tight as he felt his cock release it's
milky contents into Madeline’s body. He didn't expect to cum so soon.
Madeline moaned loudly as she felt that hot cock burst inside of her. The
feeling of the liquid heat felt amazing… and fulfilling. Especially right after
her climax.
The two slowed down as Matt laid himself back down with Madeline in his arms.
He let her lay on top of him… he was still inside of her if she didn't mind. He
closed his eyes… she… was quite an animal… wasn't she?
Madeline laid on his chest, listening to his rapid heart beat. She was tired,
she never knew that something so incredible existed. She closed her eyes, body
becoming lax with the male beneath her. Who knew she had it in her to seduce a
man like this into her bed?
“Yo, Maple, I'm spent, I'm gonna let you guys go, okay?”, Al said on the other
side of the line. Both pair of eyes popped open. They forgot he was still on
the phone. Sheepishly, Madeline put the phone in her hand up to her ear,
feeling her face heat up from the embarrassment.
“Alright, if you say so. Nice to prematurely meet you!”, Madeline replied,
trying to sound energetic, but knowingly failed.
“Um, nice to prematurely meet you, too”, Allen said as he hung up the phone.
Madeline sighed as she put the phone onto her night stand. She looked at Matt,
who was almost asleep. He smiled up at her, holding her tight. She returned a
similar smile and laid her head back down onto his chest, returning his hug.
“Goodnight… Madeline”, Matt said, closing his eyes, feeling his body call out
to sleep.
“Goodnight… Matthieu…”
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Oliver smiled as he sipped his rum and coke… needing another glass after the
nerve-racking phone call with his sons' new Therapist. They were going to be
better. And now, Allen will be able to finally move on with his life. What
makes this easier is the fact that the Ol' Chap was British… just like him.
Coming into the kitchen was Francois, having a seat beside him. His words were
always few… but they always meant something. Francois always knew what to say
to make someone feel better… or to get a point across. But Oliver loved him for
it. He leaned into Francois as he felt his heart flutter like it always did
when he was around. Francois completed his heart… his family…
In fact, it was Francois' idea to adopt the boys. Allen came from an Orphanage
in New York. Allen had mixed feelings about being adopted into a family like
theirs. But they showed him there was nothing to worry about. They reassured
him that he was wanted. At first, Oliver couldn't figure out why Allen was
always opposed to being adopted. As it turned out, the poor child was abandoned
by his Biological parents as a toddler. The Nuns said that the parents were not
only much too young, but were Run-Aways. This tore Oliver's heart right out… so
he decided to adopt him. To make him feel even more accepted, they let HIM pick
his little brother. And that was where his Mattie came into play.
As for his Mattie, he was from the Orphanage in Quebec. His parents were
murdered in their lake house, and Mattie was left to fend for himself at only 5
years of age. Mattie told them the story of how he ended up in the Orphanage.
That one of the Caretakers came across him by chance while she was out for a
walk in a park, in the middle of Winter… around Christmas to be exact. And she
brought him to the Orphanage. Oliver couldn't believe that Mattie was on the
streets for 2 full years before being found by the Caretaker.
The youngster was so happy when the two came to pick him up. He was estatic
when he found out that it was Allen who chose him. When he found out, Mattie
gave Allen the biggest hug Oliver had ever seen received, saying that he
couldn't wait to be home with the Best Big Brother in the universe. The scene
melted the same sex couple's hearts.
The two of them were meant to be brothers, from the very beginning. They were
what fully completed their family. Oliver smiled, as he felt Francois kiss his
forehead.
“Our once broken family will not be dented, anymore.” Francois' accented voice
filled the air, as Oliver felt his heart slow right down.
Because Francois was right…
He will have the family he wanted back.
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He woke up about 2 hours later. When he opened his eyes, he felt an odd warmth
on his chest. He looked down and saw she was still laying on his chest…
He felt his mouth stretch, feeling his cheeks heat up. That's right… that's
what happened. He gently rolled her off of his chest, and sat up. He had to get
home… but Maple…
Making a decision (perhaps the best decision he made all night), he decided to
leave her something for the morning. He got up out of the bed, and got dressed.
He quietly walked out of the room, and searched for a piece of paper and a pen.
Upon finding what he was looking for in the miscellaneous drawer in the
kitchen, he scribbled something onto it. He crept back into the room and place
it onto the night stand. Smiling to himself and quite pleased with his
decision, he looked at her one more time, remembering the moment.
She laid there on the bed, with the covers barely covering her naked body. The
moonlight cascading on her skin. Her eyes softly closed for the night…
He couldn't believe that it wasn't a dream. It really happened. And she was
absolutely beautiful in the moonlight. He stepped forward and gently caresses
her soft cheek. He will never forget how she saved him tonight… how she saved
him from drunk driving…
How she saved him from himself.
He leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, wishing her a goodnight sleep.
“We will meet again soon, Maple…”, he whispered into her ear. And he got up and
made his way to door, crept his way through. He gathered his car keys, and
quickly figured out how to lock the door from the inside. He jumped into his
car, started it, first making sure that his was fully buckled in and safely
ready to go.
He made his way home, with his Dear Maple in mind.
Yes. They will meet each other again.
Because he left his full name, phone number and address for her to find him. He
even explained why he had to leave. He told her that it was important that he
go home tonight. There was a family discussion that has to take place. But
despite all of this… he knows one thing is for sure.
Madeline… is simply so cute… SO CUTE.
To cute to be true.
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When she heard him creep out for the final time… she was a little hurt… she
wanted to make pancakes for him again. When she heard him lock the door, she
sat up and turned on her lamp on her night stand. She wanted to reflect on what
happened the entire night, but she didn't get a chance to… because there was a
note on the nightstand.
With her heart thudding her chest, hope on the horizon, she grabbed the note
and opened it. Her heart only sped up as she read the words on the sheet of
paper.
My Maple,
I wanted to stay the entire night, but my Parents need me to go home. It is
apparently very important, Allen said everyone had to be there, so I decided to
leave you my information because I would like to invite you to coffee sometime.
I hope to hear from you soon.
See you around,
Matt
P.S. I'm sorry about Al's behaviour. He gets like that, sometimes.
1-416-684-5688
4652 89 Ave. Nw Toronto
Her heart fluttered into her stomach as she realized that she had the biggest
smile on her face. She laid back down onto the bed, holding the sheet of paper
that she will now keep to herself. That she will cherish forever.
Because he was so damn cute…
… to cute… to be true.
The End
 
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