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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 25, 2019 22:11:16 GMT 10
*** Jaxon had been basically violated in the best of ways that morning, it had been his first time and he spent the rest of the day trying to hide it. He wasn't doing a great job. He was shuffling around the halls and sitting delicately on the edge of his seat, regretting every bit of that morning- the sex and the deal with the devil. He had always been taught that people who make deal with the devil had to seal it with either a kiss or their first born child- never their first sex experience and signing over their body to a man who also insists they stay at his house for a week. Why would Eric have fucked him in the first place, let alone demand it whenever he want and insist on him staying at his house? It made Jaxon crawl with fear and disgust and of course, it was never as simple as just saying no. Not to Eric Harrison. "Jaxon Ankh! " his eyes flew open, his frown still in place yet deeper now as he stared at the art teacher.
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Post by Harrison on Feb 26, 2019 9:44:02 GMT 10
When I said ‘good day’ I did not mean like this. I had been pulled from class, asked to pee in a cup, had my locker searched, had my body searched, asked to emptying my bag, all for nothing. “I told yah sir, I’m clean and I ain’t doin’ that shit not more.” I said once the principal had sat me down with the police officer that had lead the search. Officer Barn had said that something had given him a tip that I was dealing, I guess I was sus enough for that to be enough. “Then you wouldn’t mind tell me where you where yesterday?” Barnyard, the guy even had the full beard for the nickname, prompted. “Home, ma had been sick recently.” Technically I didn’t lie. They didn’t know I had seen Storm or Nick or even Jaxon. So yeah, my day was taken up by a fruitless search and no learning. I got to go to twenty minutes of my last class. To say my day put me in a bad mood was an understatement. I found Jaxon at his locker, leaning against the locker beside his with a cool and uncaring expression. “I should have mentioned I had pain killer in my bag... sorry.” I said quietly once I noticed his stiffness. I swung my bag around, grabbing out the nearest low grade pain killer and holding it out to him. It was a bit late now.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 26, 2019 10:07:06 GMT 10
Jaxon ignored the offer, since he didn't trust Eric at all to believe that was a pain killer. Where had he been all day? Jaxon wanted to ask but at the same time, he refused to speak to the man. He flinched in shock as there was a horrendous, loud clang- he turned to see two students fighting as the hall filled. As the hall filled it came more towards them and Jaxon packed up his things quickly to avoid getting stuck there for another twenty minutes, or better yet, involved. He pulled his bag over his shoulder and closed his locker, turning to leave out of the front door.
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Post by Harrison on Feb 26, 2019 13:47:25 GMT 10
I stepped in front of Jaxon, grabbing his arm so I wouldn’t lose him in the crowd. I kept hold of him when where out. Fine, if he was going to talk to me, I would just talk for us. “Do yah need anything from your home?” I asked him as I turned to face him, absently holding his hand between mine in an attempt to ground myself.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 26, 2019 13:55:29 GMT 10
Jaxon frowned as he held his hand, immediately pulling it back, away from him. "Don't touch me." He muttered and shook his head, "No, I don't." His voice was quiet, barely audible at all. He turned and walked out of the school faster, not wanting to go home but definitely not wanting to go with Eric anywhere. He let out a long sigh, wondering where that girl with the cigarettes had gotten to. He could definitely go for that right now- or better yet, weed. He decided to take a detour, having disregarded Eric's existence at this point. He went for the school shed where he knew the stoner's hung out after school.
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Post by Harrison on Feb 26, 2019 14:43:07 GMT 10
But I was being nice? Why was he being such a little shit? I huffed, heading to my car instead- the one place the officer didn’t think to search.
Willia was most definitely chilling behind the shed. Her ripped stocking covered legs splayed out on the grass and her high as a kite head tilted back to the clouds. Sure, bell had gone, but her high hadn’t. Normally, she would be into smokes, the action enough to calm her, but today has been particularly torturous for her too. Will had heard about Eric’s fun day, most people had by sixth period. Her day had been slamming out two late assignments within the span of four periods and a lunch break. She looked over at the new person in her small group, smiling softly and patting the spot beside her for Jaxon to join her. “What’s up hun?” Willia asked gently, laying back in the grass with her lazy eyes still on Jax.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 26, 2019 14:51:13 GMT 10
Jaxon smiled ever so slightly when he saw Willa and sat down beside her. He handed her twenty bucks before taking one of her joints- very much overpaying in order to have her let him have it. He grabbed a lighter from her and lit it, holding it up to his lips before he breathed it in. He closed his eyes to lay back on the grass with her, curling in to her side. Eric fucked me. He wanted to tell her strangely enough, but didn't- because why would he ever trust someone with that information? It was the south side, if someone knew something about you, they could do whatever the hell they wanted. "Hi." He mumbled quietly instead, figuring that he could at least greet her- that was a polite thing to do, even if he didn't want to talk. It was more than what most people got from him.
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Post by Harrison on Feb 26, 2019 14:59:14 GMT 10
She slid the note into her bra before curling around him in a strange sort of cuddle. “You have really nice skin, you know that?” Will murmured, lifting a hand to brush her finger under his jaw, “is that a bruise?” She then asked, looking at just under his jaw. Willa’s attention drifted off to the clouds again, fascinated by the shapes moving lazily across the sky.
- could be bruise if you want it to be, Eric did choke Jaxon badly at one point.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 26, 2019 15:03:50 GMT 10
"Probably, I got choked." He mumbled softly before he closed his eyes again. He cuddled with her quite happily as they smoked together. After a moment he finally asked her, "Willa..." His voice soft still, "What's your opinion on Eric Harrison?" He blinked his eyes open, turning his head to look at her.
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Post by Harrison on Feb 26, 2019 15:22:38 GMT 10
Willa squinted as if thinking that hard hurt. “Eric... Ric... He doesn’t quiet, you know, understand how people works? He was like, a great friend to me in grade eight... but he is a bit scary.” She smirked at another fleeting thought that she quickly vocalised, “Hella gay. Such a vanilla boy... but as to what I think, psychotic, scary, tall boy who doesn’t know how to human right. Can I put your finger in my mouth?” And a second later she added, “kidding, I joke. Not that high... yet.” Will grinned at Jaxon, putting her almost gone blunt to her lips. “Why do you ask Jaxy boy? He done something you don’t like?”
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 26, 2019 15:28:05 GMT 10
"He existed. I don't like that. " Jaxon whispered before he inhaled half the blunt and sat up in a coughing fit. God damn it. His eyes filled with tears as the fit refused to end. He handed her the almost finished joint and closed his eyes, taking in shallow breaths until it subsided. He finally managed to get out the thought that had been echoing in his head without thinking about what it meant, "He's arousing to look at, but when he actually comes after you, you feel like you're a hunted and terrified bunny. "
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Post by Harrison on Feb 26, 2019 22:22:34 GMT 10
Willa held the blunt in her fingers, eyes closing. “Wait... wait... You’re the prey here?” A soild thrity seconds later, “Did he go after you? ‘Cause that would be pretty wild if he did... big manly manly going after me like that would have me wet in a puddle~” she giggled at her own horrible joke, curling around Jaxon a little more, “Seriously though, did he go after you? Oh wait, no, even better, did he touch you? Is that the bruises? He’s gotten so violent since his siblings died in that thing.” Will was still grinning, if not a little excited about what they were talking about.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 26, 2019 23:56:22 GMT 10
Jaxon shifted awkwardly and sighed heavily, not wanting to get in to the details. "I have to go." he mumbled, looking down at the woman acting like a cat. He pet her head, taking the rest of his joint back and standing up. He headed back to the carpark, seeing the big red ute he knew to be Eric's and walking up to it as he finished the drug. He snuffed out what he couldn't smoke and looked at Eric, glad he could at least survive the next two hours without having some kind of attack. Bravely, and mostly because of the weed, he stated loudly, "I get my own showers! You aren't coming ear me when I'm naked, I get my own bed, even if it is a couch or a dog bed, I'm not sleeping beside you, I won't be eating with you, and nost certainly, don't mention my hone or my bandages and as much as you might want to talk about my size, we aren't! You got all that, Harrison? " He didn't know why the man had chosen him as his victim but most of all he was genuinely surprised he had managed to lift him at all when he was victimising him- he must way a tonne he was so fat so how the hell, and why the hell, had Eric done what he did?
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Post by Harrison on Feb 27, 2019 7:12:32 GMT 10
I was laying down on the seat of my truck, popping up when I heard someone approach. My grin broadened at the sight of him, only to faulter at his demands. “We will see what we can do,” I replied, snaking my hand his way for him to shake it, “Yah can stay in the spare room, probably best that yah don’t sleep with me anyway- nightmares.” I shrugged, acting as if I didn’t wake up in a fit in the middle of the night. I arched an eyebrow at his rather high expression, my lazy eyes scanning his small body before meeting him in the eyes. Fuck, thoes eyes though. “I want your hands touching me when you get in here, that clear?” I added, lazy expression flipping to serious in under a second.
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Post by Dawnfire on Feb 27, 2019 12:23:55 GMT 10
"What's that mean? " Jaxon grumbled, shaking his hand, "You want me to... In your truck?" He blinked in confusion, "Why? " Was he just suddenly becoming this guys personal flesh light? He was still shaking his hand, so he let it go suddenly and stood rigidly for no other reason except in his head he was thinking 'act natural' and the weed was making him overcompensate.
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