A Troubled Night A Sweet Boy -- (Author) BeTrue
A Troubled Night A Sweet Boy -- (Author) BeTrue
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Author: BeTrue
Timestamp: May 29, 2022 at 5:32 AM
Content: Preface: This story is based on actual memories, but the names have been changed. Please do not request any continuation, because there isn't any more to it. Also, please forgive the changes between present and past tense - it's just how the story came out of me.
Troubled, restless sleep…
Suddenly I’m awakened, heart racing. The bird is going nuts in his cage, something is not right. I hear the sounds coming through the wall from my mom’s room, my heart sinks. Not again! No please, not again.
My mom and her boyfriend, Samuel, were out for the night, partying and drinking, I’m sure. He never did well with alcohol. This was not the first time he became abusive after drinking. The first time was two years ago when I was nine. That was the low point of my yet short life. Never had I so wanted my dad back, never had I felt so alone.
Now it was happening again! I wanted to do something, but I felt so helpless. I began to wonder, are the neighbors still up? The neighbors across the hall were nice. They liked my mom and I, and I thought if they were up, they could help. I snuck out of my room, down the hall, opened the door to the hallway, and crept across to their door.
I knock. No answer. But I’m desperate, so I knock again. The door opens! It’s Maria. I tell her my mom is in danger, that her boyfriend is forcing himself on her. Disbelief is on Maria’s face now, but I begin to plead. Her husband Jay comes to the door. I tell him what’s happening. “Are you sure?” They think maybe I am just misinterpreting the sounds of normal adult bedroom activities. “No!” I say. These are not loving sounds; these are not normal sounds. Even I know that.
Now they are alarmed. Jay comes across the hall and bangs loudly on the door. Several times. Finally, the door opens. It’s Samuel. Jay asks, “is everything alright?” My mom rushes to the door from behind Samuel and begins to cry “No! No, I’m not okay!”
Maria and Jay were my heroes that night, because they stopped something horrible from going any further. They brought me into their apartment and took me to their bedroom to lay down. Their nephew, Corey, was spending the night and was in the bed already. He was my age.
The room had that unmistakable “parent’s bedroom” smell, although Maria and Jay had no children of their own. But it was a smell of comfort and safety. The bed was comfortable, and I was emotionally exhausted. Corey was nice. He obviously didn’t know any details but knew something was wrong. I’m sure it was on my face.
I had never had good relations with my peers, especially boys. But Corey was sweet. He asked me if I was okay, but all I could do was cry. He put his arm around me to comfort me, and I put my arm around him. His pajamas were soft and warm. We just lay there, our faces inches apart, staring into each other’s eyes. In that moment, I felt something I had never felt with anyone before or since. Closing my eyes, I drifted into sweet, peaceful sleep.
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Author: BeTrue
Timestamp: May 29, 2022 at 3:30 PM
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kerry said:
What a horrible thing for a kid to have to deal with! This does seem rather an odd choice of forum to publish this non-ABDL story, but that is not against the rules.
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Nothing explicitly abdl in the story itself, no, but definitely part of the story that made me who I am (abdl and all). You can take it down if not appropriate, I won't mind.
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Author: BeTrue
Timestamp: May 30, 2022 at 3:55 PM
Content: For those who want to know - Corey and I became friends but didn't really see each other that often. My mom tried to work things out with Samuel (right?!?) for a couple of years after that, but broke it off when she finally realized he was toxic and never going to change.