It has been a few weeks since Francis discovered that his girlfriend was having sex with someone else. He had barely gotten her comfortable with him holding her yet she was letting Sam rearrange her intestines. Ever since his mother died, something else died in in Francis. There is a reason he only shows emotions to Erika. He just doesn't trust anyone, his father was a drunk, degenerate and an abuser. He hated that he resembled his father. His handsome and broken face is what attracted his mother to such a waste of space. Growing up in a bad neighborhood people are often conned, robbed, tricked, and assaulted. In this place showing your feelings is the same as putting a mark on your back. Francis would never allow himself to be exploited… or so he thought. For the few weeks he would sob quietly before bed, unable to handle the loneliness he dealt from the betrayal. Erika texted him that she was ok and wondered if he could sleep over and watch a movie. He was aghast that she could dare to touch him when she had that greasy bastard all over her. He started to think he was lucky he didn't get more passionate with her. He never responded and Erika stopped trying to reach him at one point. He assumes she thinks he is busy working over the summer to save up money. She didn't know that when they became a couple he booked a cabin by the beach a few hours north the coast. The last week of summer was for them to unwind before senior year, her junior year.
He also promptly deleted all of the evidence of the affair from his phone. What he had was a crime to have, seeing that she was a minor. He got up at 5 am, on days he sleeps before 10pm he usually wakes up to the first alarm. He got up and put on his cheap black and grey track suit. Today he will be running ten miles and then hit the gym. The gym was a garage an older man had on the other side of the freeway. It was more white collar there, Francis met the man when he finished beating a bully that was harassing his nephew. Ever since then for two years Matt learned martial arts and exercised in the retired colonels home gym.
He was even given the pad lock combination to the garage. Colonel Johnson was in veteran but he never said where he was stationed or what he did, Francis was fine not knowing. Somethings a man keeps to himself, was what he thought. Francis kept in peak fighting condition, one because he felt a healthy body was a conducive to a healthy mind. It could help him achieve more academically, and injecting your life with discipline isn't a bad thing. Secondly, he never wanted to be a victim. He started lifting weights, he didn't left heavy weights, he opted for high rep and burnout exercises. One benefit of his large pay handling hazardous waste was that he could afford the thousands of calories his muscles needed. He finished working out and came out of the shower in the garage when Colonel Johnson came in. He was a 5'11'' black man, although he was now in his late 60s he looked more like someone approaching his 50s from the face and a young adult from his body. Taut muscles riddled his body. He had the same frame as Mike Tyson, however his face looked humble and kind.
"Fran, my boy, I thought you would be at the beach this week. Just came back from a family trip to Florida myself." He wasn't sure how to react, however if there was someone he could talk to it may be him.
"Colonel…" he then remembered that he trusted Erika and that came out to nothing but pain. "My plans changed, I was able to get my deposit back at least. More funds to the college fund, plus… today is the first day of school."
Mr Johnson messed with his moist hair and laughed "You and that goddamn college fund, how much you got squirreled away now? What you NEED to do is update your wardrobe and take your pretty young thing out. Trust me, girls at that age need to be managed, or you begging for another rooster to come in your hen house. Hahaha". Coming from Alabama, the colonel always had a quip to give him but this time it hit a little too close and he seemed to notice the frustrated expression on his face. "Ehm, well just so you know you are always welcome to a glass a whiskey and an ear to listen. Least I can do."
"You know I don't drink…"
"Yeah, yeah. You hush now youngin, I know why you don't drink. You worried you ll lose yourself in your vices. Just like your daddy." He took off his shirt and exposed his muscular chest behind a tank top and stood over the mat to start stretching. "Living life on the wild side will do you some good Fran, if you are too afraid to risk anything, you ll only end up empty handed and worst of all with no stories. See Fran, life is a book, you want to fill it up with adventures, heartbreak, success, failures but most of all… life. If you too scared to live then you are too busy dying. You ll do well to remember that."
Francis already had a lot on his mind, so he pushed the lesson to the corner of his mind and bid farewell as he walked toward his school. Today was the first day after summer. His school didn't have a uniform policy, there were some restrictions but for the most part people didn't care as long as you weren't being overly disruptive. In some cases even then, if you were a lost cause they would leave you be. They would drop out soon anyways, was the thought. Francis got to school and went to the main office, after handing them his ID they gave him a printed note with his periods and class numbers. His baggy sweater and straight fit jeans made him blend into the background, few people really bothered with him. As a smart student and possible valedictorian he was in the honors classes. However other than Sam most of the other kids from middle class families didn't want to mingle with him. He had already placed out of Calculus, physics, and other advanced classes. He took advanced placement exams at the beginning of summer as he did every year to leave one or two periods early. This allowed him some free time to study before having to work. Francis shuffled toward the stairway before he stumbled on the one person he wanted to avoid at all cost.
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It had been some time since Francis contacted Erika and when he did it was usually short answers to prevent her from calling him. "Are you really that busy?" She had a shitty summer, between having to handle her business with Sam to dealing with her father wrapping up his medical treatment she felt miserable. "At least school is around the corner, I ll get to see him there." She smiled as she looked at her locket, then a silent tear fell from her eye. She had been anxious and depressed for some time now, every time Sam payed her for her services he would degrade her to an extreme. From slaps, spitting and generally calling her awful things he had enjoyed fully exploiting her situation. Now at least she no longer had a reason to answer his calls her text. Her blowjob yesterday was the last bit she needed to pay off her fathers debt.
He came over and sat on the couch, "today I don't have a lot of time, just suck my dick" he threw $300 on the table. By this point Erika stopped fighting it but her eyes lit up to see the last bit of money she needed. She kneeled in front of the him, Sam was a 5'6'' man with a gut, and was overall out of shape for his age. He had short black hair in no particular style and his patchy beard made you think he was still going through puberty. He did however, usually have on fashionable and expensive clothing. Erika pulled down his zipper and brought out the small turtleneck cock. It was barely more than an inch flaccid and 4 inches long when he was fully erect, it also looked quite thin although Erika has never seen another penis. At first his cock smelled terrible, it also hurt Sam when she first peeled back the hood, a testament to the filth that had accumulated. He never cleaned under the hood, but with her repeated blowjobs before sex his penis only smelled slightly musty. She used two fingers to pinch his small gummy worm and then used her mouth to get him hard. When he was fully erect he started shoving her face into his sweaty groin but it was too small to really hit the back of her throat. "Pathetic" she thought as she clenched her fist and tears rolled down her cheek. "This is the last time, persevere" she said to herself.
Sam saw her tearful face and felt elated thinking his penis was making her choke up. "That right bitch, choke on my fat cock." It only took him a minute to reach his peak and a few squirts of watery jizz went into her mouth. She swallowed it to get rid of it as soon as possible. The only positive she could think about any of this was just how quick and bad at sex Sam was. Most of the times he had to lubricate his penis to the extreme because she never got wet herself, usually leaving a huge mess for her to clean. However it was now all over, and she didn't need to ever see Sam again. She felt a relief come over her that night as she brushed her teeth so hard her gums bled. "Francis… I can't wait to see you at school."
It was the first day of school, Erika was so happy to get to see Francis that she woke up early and made him a lunch before arriving early. She was studying cooking at her school, she has always loved cooking and would often cook for Francis when he was tired. Last year it became a joint activity as she taught him all she knew. She wore a graphic t shirt of her favorite rock band and a pleated skirt that came just above her knee. She paired it with sandals to match her t shirt and waited by the main stairway. Her red hair was braided into a single long braid as she saw the man she loved walk toward her. He always wore baggy clothes but she knew the magnificently sculpted body she saw glimpses off. Her cheeks flushed as she stared at him, then her eyes met his but instead of matching her excitement a cold chill went through her body. He stared at her like he did everyone else at school, as if she didn't exist. "I must be crazy, Francis wouldn't do that, he must be tired" she fooled herself.
"Hey there sweetie! I missed you ! " She came up to face him and held out her hands to receive a hug. He stopped and then moved around her and kept walking. "Hey … sweetie, everything ok? I made you a lunch! Where do you…" as he reached his locker he ripped it open, silencing her. Only the honors students were trusted with lockers as other students often stored contraband. His tenor voice came through strained and full of pain.
"Erika… I know." Her heart dropped and she began to panic but she wasn't sure what he knew.
"Know what?" A smirk came up as he spoke again. "You really want to play dumb? That night I texted you to see if you were ok."
She took a second and remembered the night she missed his calls. "Y..yeah what about it.."
"Well why did you have Sam's cock in you?"
Bam, the tupper ware she was holding fell and spilled salad everywhere. She was stuttering "wha… what are you talkin…"
Slam! He finished his business and slammed the locker. "I dropped by because you weren't answering, the front door was unlocked." Everything was starting to click for Erika as she noticed the rage and sadness in his expression. It was worst than when he lost his mother.
"It's not what you think… I… I can explain…" her world was crumbling as she held her locket and trembled unsure of what to do next.
"There is nothing to explain, I can never trust you again, I … I thought we would grow old together. I was a fool, if you have any love or respect for me whatsoever, don't talk to me ever again." He walked away with his fist clenched inside his pocket.
"Please… Francis… I can explain…" she leaned on the wall of lockers and slid down until her head was tucked between her knees. "Just… wait…" she sobbed silently. Instead of attending the first day of school she slowly walked back home in a daze over what had just occurred.