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Post by favion on May 7, 2012 22:16:30 GMT -5
The skinny little boy struggled as a group of men got off of him. They had just gotten finished with their daily violation of little Favion. They had done with it every day since he had accidentally sat in the wrong spot. The man found him and instead of telling him to move, he gathered his friends and approached him. He decided to have his pals hold him down and they began to touch him and make him scream. No one cared. No one listened. They demanded he suffer, and there was no one to stop it. They spit on him as they left him on the ground of the darkened alley.
It had been a few weeks since he had been forced on to the streets. His brother had died, and he left Favion with his widow. She hated him for his sexuality and, despite his brother’s wishes expressed in his will, she kicked him out, with only two bus passes and a grocery bag of clothes. He didn’t know where to go, or how to even begin to move on. He could only think of his brother and how he was no longer with him. He just wanted to be with his dearly departed no matter what the cost was.
Favion crawled away from the spot on the ground. His jeans were midway down his thighs, but luckily enough for him, his attackers decided to be polite enough to pull up his boxers. Still, he crawled, soon making it to the dumpster that was in the alley where it all happened. He reached out climbing into the trash receptacle. He began to shed his tears that he had been bottling in the entire time he was assaulted. He had no one. Gently, he shut the lid to seclude himself in the dark, smell hell that was his life.
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Post by Daelyn Santana Ryley on May 8, 2012 22:02:02 GMT -5
 IF I COULD FIND A WAY
T o s e e t h i s s t r a i g h t
I'D RUN AWAY[/size][/center] It had been a busy afternoon for Daelyn. He'd gotten up early in the morning to go volunteer at the nearby orphanage. Story time with the grateful young ones was always one of his favorite times of the week, and today had been no exception. He had had a small girl come up to him and beg for his attention, tugging on his pant leg. When he'd looked down at her, all blue eyes and blonde locks, she'd giggled and clung to his leg in a hug. He'd stroked her hair and told her how pretty she was, which made her giggle even more.
After story hour he'd done a motivational speech to the older kids. Speaking on his years in Spain and how he's now making a living for himself. How there was hope for all of them. That they needed to grasp their full potential and never let anyone tell them they didn't matter. He'd been payed $20 for his time volunteering. Ten of which he'd put back into their donation box when the admin's back was turned. Then he'd left and headed downtown to visit friends. When he met up with Colin and Tamra he was met with an over-exuberant Max who held him and cried that she'd missed him.
He'd given his other ten dollars to Colin to go towards food for Max, ignoring his best friend's attempts at giving the money back. He told them that he'd been staying with Micah and that the boy was weird and skittish, but nice enough. Apparently Micah rarely ever left his house. Which was okay by Daelyn since he enjoyed the company. After he'd spent several hours with Colin and Max he decided he needed to head back home and work on cleaning up and making dinner. He'd given a tearful farewell to Max, promising he'd visit her soon.
As he came around a corner near the edge of downtown he was met with a scene that troubled him. Three big, rough-looking jocks were hovering over a smaller boy and bullying him. Daelyn was never one to really know his place among the social circles. So he marched right up and yelled at the biggest of the three to leave the boy alone. As the three turned on him the small boy who had been bullied fled. Daelyn had caused a fight, entirely by accident of course, and suffered the consequences. They beat him up and he barely managed to get on his feet and run before they went after him.
He had bruised up arms and a bloody lip that was leaving a spattered blood trail as he ran. He spotted an open alleyway and bolted down it, using two trash cans to throw himself into the big dumpster. He kept silent as a mouse and heard the footsteps fading. He hadn't even noticed the other boy crying as he tried to calm his breathing.
TO SOME FORTUNE
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