Amber Faints

Amber sits in the study reading a book.  She hears Sue in the kitchen and she feels less distressed.  A time of change has taken place, and with the show of physical maturity she knows that she is growing up.  Amber slips a hand through her hair -  she had brushed it many times and it as smooth and healthy. 

A knock on the door and Amber turns her head -  it is Chad and he slips inside.

"What do you want?"  asks Amber with a knot in her gut.

Chad pushes a finger to his lips and he steps closer.  He shadows Amber and she cringes as he steps closer with his breath sounding uneven.  Amber wants to scream but she gulps as she stares with eyes open at Chad.  She thinks she faints -  a cold feeling rushes over her and she faints;  a black space covers her vision and when she opens her eyes Chad is throwing hot kisses all over her face.

Amber tries to push him away but he pushes heavier onto her.  Her legs are open and her thigh is exposed, and all of her thoughts blur as he moves his weight and he digs himself inside of her.  Amber is seventeen, she is fifteen, she is twelve, she is ten... she screams as a hot heaving pulse thuds through her brain.

Amber wakes up -  she had crashed onto the floor and her face was on the edge of her dropped book.  She rubs her face and then she peels herself off the floor before she rubs the dizzy from her brow. She had been dreaming, and she feels stupid as she rushes out of the study.  Someone could have noticed that she had not eaten and she would have gotten a mouthful.

"I have to hide!"  she gasps as she rushes upstairs.  "Disappear!"  she adds before she ducks into her bedroom.

Arrested

Amber feels uneasy.  She wishes things were good -  but they are not.  At school she has a stalker who can't keep his eyes off her.  At home she has Chad who can't take his eyes off her.  She tried to masturbate about it once - stalkers in her hair; but she turned bone dry and could not sleep a wink.  She tosses and turns about it every day -  her sweet sixteen has come and gone and her breast size has reached its peak.  Her tits are a show when she is wearing bathers, and she feels fear.

"What is this tingling up my back?"  she asks as she turns her head.

Chad is by the door standing aloof in business suit -  he had been eye-balling her and she hadn't known it.

"What do you want?"  she asks as she grows a cold shoulder.

"I'm going for a drive  -  want me to drop you somewhere?"  he asks.

"Sure the mall;'  tells Amber as she picks up her purse.

Her fears of being stalked subside and she heads towards the car in the garage.


The garage is cool.  As Amber reaches for the back door she has trouble -  it is locked.  Chad nears and she complains.

"Locked car;"

A press of the button in Chad's hand and the door is unlocked.  Amber smiles and she opens the car door, but Chad grimaces as he sees her skirt ride up as she dips.  Sue is the kitchen making stew -  Chad knows it is a chance but he can't stop himself.  He reaches for the skirt and flips it up, and then with ease he slips his hand inside of her underwear.  Two movements take seconds to do, and Amber tries to scream.  Chad grows a fever as she moans a petty sound, and he takes away his hand to be able to pull her underwear down.  Amber clutches for the car door frame, and she gasps once, before he takes his hand and slips the whole thing inside of her sex hole.  Amber moans out a heavy sound, and then she suffers as Chad pushes his hand inside of her.  It is a tight squeeze and his face grows red, but his interest grows and he pulses slowly while ripping her open with his whole hand.  Amber feels wetness dribble down her thighs -  she thinks it is urine, but it is blood.  She can't get Chad to back away, so she clutches the door frame and waits for it to stop.

Chad crooks his head and her blood reaches her knee.  He then takes his hand away and he shivers as he sees his whole hand filmed with blood.  Amber leans over and then falls to the ground with blood pouring out of her sex hole.  She feels busted, and Chad is quick to pick her up and push her into the. back of the car.

"A mess!"  he seethes as he glares at the floor of the garage.  "Let it dry!"  he mutters as he pours a swig of oil over it to make it a normal garage stain.

Chad moves to the car and then he drives away with steam inside of his head. 


Chad stops the car in an alley -  he has driven three blocks and he has sprained his wrist.  His hand slipped at a turn off and it pains him deeply.  But he has not broken it.  So as he looks to Amber he feels wetness.  He tastes his fingers for a moment as he loos to her -  she looks normal; nothing special about her really; she looks to him and pulls a face.  Chad knows he can have her.

Chad opens the door and he slips into the back-seat.  He pushes himself over Amber and he separates her thighs.  She slaps him once on the face to make him go away -  he slaps her back, twice, as he growls.

"All I want is sex;"  he mouths while thinking about her blood.

The taste lingers inside of his lips and makes him want to drool -  he has turned cannibal; and he rips her top and bra open to have her bust spill out onto her chest.  They are big, and he takes a touch to one to feel it's spongy texture.  Chad then drop it to be able to mount her.  It takes one second, and in no time her blood his covering his loins as her head bangs on the door behind her.  Chad doesn't care as she cries, moan, and scream... all he wants is sex; his heated pack inside of her; filling up her soft wet hole and pushed it open.  He rocks her, he lunges, he breaks her open while her thighs rake against his ribs.  Her tits are squashed against his chest, but he can't feel them, he only feels himself inside of her and getting wetter by the moment.

"How can you not want this?"  he asks as he closes his eyes to concentrate.

He hears her voice -  it is far away, screaming and moaning between pants; he becomes lost as he feels his sweat dribble down his back and he ventures to a land no one can touch.  He feels good and he smiles, and then he creams....  the car jolts; and a police officer opens the back door to shine a light on him.

"I can hear the young lady scream stop;"  he tells Chad who pulls a crumpled face.

"Go away;"  he mutters.

"Help me!"  screams Amber as she sobs.

"I have to ask you to step out of the car sir;"  he tells Chad before a second police officer opens the other door.

Amber sobs out relief as Chad sucks in his breath and slips out of the car.  Then she gasps as the police officer closest to her slips a hand into her purse to take out her ID. 


The two officers join found id's outside and they then fast put Chad under arrest.  Amber is put into the back of the car and told to wait.  Other officers come and she is escorted into the other car and taken home.

At home Amber races to her room as Sue is given the run-down of the night.  Amber closes the door and she hides in the dark like she is guilty.  Spunk is stuck on her thighs and she smells the stink falling from her.  She has been filled up.  When Sue comes in she is spraying herself with perfume.

"Sorry about tonight;"  tells Sue.  "I wish..."

But Amber faints and blots out her words.


When awake Amber is tucked in bed, and she arches her back.  Her loins throb and she tucks bed-sheets in-between her thighs.  She can't think of more, only less words and she falls asleep once again.


Sue wakes Amber up with a nudge.  Amber sees tears inside of her eyes.

"What's the matter?"  she asks.

"Chad is in prison;"  tells Sue.  "It will be a while so just you and me;"

"Okay;"  tells Amber as she shrugs.

"Sorry this has happened, but one day things will be fine;"  tells Sue before she leaves.

Amber shrugs and looks out the window.  It is a sunny day -  she wishes it were raining though.  Amber feels herself and she seems in one piece; but as soon as she moves something is wrong.  She hurts too much and she feels so wet she cringes.  Amber opens the blankets and sees blood and she screams before she faints.

Taylor Hanson Stalking

So Taylor Hanson is after me.  He run after me and he stalks after me while acting Mr Cool in his apartment.  He licks my sister out and then he promises her in secret and he will kill me.  That is why he is after me, that is his passion.  His relatives have been fingering themselves while waiting for it and hoping for it.  The death of me.  They killed me already   my progress in life laid in my bank account and they got my relatives and told them to annihilate it; and that is what they did so that they can be rid of my possibilities and make me nothing. They don't ever want me to live, and so I am forced to stay in rotten apartment where Taylors best friends and relatives live.  He orders them to attack me over the phone, and they do it -  show up at the door; stalk me; daydream about having my dead body and fornicating with it; growing crushes; growing love; anything to keep me down. 

I am not ever going to win.  They are all the rich and they move to make their friends and relatives famous and rich like them  The government and the royal family, climbing high and makes their lovers rich and high so that they can live the best lives they can and so they can hunt after the other people - like me. 

I am put into hemmorage every day - their souls, their masturbation, their scum, touches me every day... and no one wants to help me out; but they help me in making me suffer through in-humanity.  I tried to runaway but lost my life and my money; and so in chains I come back here to endless ahnialtion.  My sister is climbing high and her vagina is floating in front of me as the queen.    They lick, suck, and make her famous and rich and live the better lives while putting me down and give me no chance.  All their sex juices are running down my walls killing me, and all they can do is smile and cheer.  This is what they wanted - and still it is not over.  Taylor Hanson sits in his room waiting for me to die, and when I don't lie he stalks after me again.  A hidden stalking tasting my sisters vagina on his mouth and head, while stalking with every bit he can, trying to plan how he can kill me so his friends and my sister can rule the world.

Break Up Blues

Angie hangs around the kitchen on a boiling hot day.  She thinks of her boyfriend Kale and she swears as she sees him on the arm of another person.  Angie grumbles to herself as she frowns -  love isn't supposed to be a wire on which a paper cardboard is hung!  It's supposed to be a feeling deep inside!  Angie shrugs.  Maybe she is the hopeless romantic but she thinks she has been used.

She remembers the night when she lost her virginity to Kale.  He invited her into his room, and in that room he told her the awful truth -  no leaving until he had been given a lay.   She had tried to bargain but he had told her that there was no getting around the subject - they were going to mate, and it was going to be special.  Angie had fretted -  she had no idea if Kale had Std's or anything; she just knew he was hot and so she had said yes to a date.  After being laid by him she had been filled with disappointment... he had been lousy; and he was too infertile to be able to be bargained with a 'I have a child' con.  So she had hung onto their relationship and then he had thrown it away.

"What a stupid relationship!"  gasps Angie before she looks in the freezer for ice-cream.

There is none; so being disappointed once again she slams the fridge closed.


Lance enters the kitchen ready to make coffee -  he looks past Angie to the coffee machine behind her, and as she pulls a face he is filled with ignorance.  Angie shouts.

"Why no ice-cream!" 

Lance stops and turns his vision to see Angie with tears and a red face.  That is the look of upset, and he smiles as he watches her pant.  He has been looking at porn for six hours and her panting makes him remember of the shows he had been watching.  He can even take her serious as she presses a finger to her face to catch a dribbling tear; his mind isn't on the seriousness of drama and so he pushes her away to make coffee.

"Don't temper;"  he mutters as he hears a scream.  "I am not in the mood;"

Angie backs off right away and she fast steams out of the kitchen to her bedroom to sulk.


Angie draws a devil drawing, and a load of hate, onto a piece of paper before throwing it away.  She feels cheated for the first time in her life, and she cannot press a clean word inside of her mind.  She wishes and she hopes that she can find light, but she can't; only fury and it gnaws at her as she chews on her teeth.  She tastes hard, and with grit she goes to bed with a bump on her head.


During the night Angie tosses and turns -  she sees Kale with his friend and she knows she has been used.  He fills her thoughts and her head, and she rakes her nails against her skin; she wishes he were clean like her but he kisses his sweetheart over and again and she screams.  She wishes she had a knife to cut his heart, a pot to boil his bones... she wishes and hopes that he could be clean -  no!  She wakes up in the shadow of din and she knows she is an ex.

"Well make him an ex!"  she tells herself as she sits up and checks out her phone.

She scans the few male friends she has, and then she dials a number.  On the other end is Jacob -  he says a husky hello and she asks him out.  While he is still trying to figure out her words she chucks a temper.

"Just say yes and we can catch a movie;"  she tells.

Jacob nods and grunts -  but his words are still stuck on his tongue.  It takes a second and then he tells Angie.

"Work;"

Angie shrugs unable to admit defeat.

"So we'll catch a movie after..."  she mutters.

Jacob narrows his eyes.

"No; no time;"  he says.

Angie shrugs.

"Then come over for a lay;"  she says.

Jacob shakes his head.

"Desperate bitch!"  he gasps.  "Ring another bell this is taken!"  he tells before he hangs up.

Angie falls apart - she puts down the phone and she rakes her nails through her hair.  She feels unfulfilled!  She wants filling to fill her so that she is not a loser.  She wants to jump out the window!

A knock on the door breaks her attention and Angie turns her head to see Lance.  He looks nice in his casual not work clothes, and she growls before she puts a pillow over her phone. 

"A moment!"  gasps Lance as he wiggles a finger her way.  "You were rude to me!"  he tells her.  "Apologize!"

Angie glares at Lance - he has a beet-red face she can only take half-seriously.  She shrugs and then she rolls her eyes; but her tongue remains sticky.  She can't even talk, so she pulls a face as her heart-beat pulses... her mind is fixed on Kale and she sees him as she closes her eyes -  he is that annoying figure floating in the centre of her mind; he smiles at her as though he is laughing and she feels her heart near ache... she becomes absorbed and she floats in a vessel scoping out Kale like he is resting on the milky way.  It is dark and cold inside of her mind, and she almost feels like she is from outer-space.  Bam!  A slap on the face wakes Angie up and she flicks her eyes open to meet Lance.

"What do you want!"  she screams off her guard once again.

"What does it matter?"  asks Lance as he pulls up his sleeves.

A memory comes to Angie as she glares at Lance -  he has pulled up his sleeves before; a dark Christmas morning turns from pleasure to pain as he uses his fists to wake her up to the fact that opening presents at 3am is not how family's enjoy Christmas.  The beating turns into manslaughter as punch marks become bruise, and then it turns into anguish as he kicks and snaps one of her ribs.  Angie ends up feeling her clothes as the starchy clothes of the hospital almost seem real. 

"Now calm down, I am sure we can work something out!"  gasps Angie as Lance rolls his wrist to warm up for the first hit. 

"Oh?"  he asks angered but alert.

Angie knows he can see her and she sighs.

"It is true;"  she tells him slowly as her heart-beat rises to her brain.  "I am alarmed right now... so push yourself away..."

Lance thinks as he glares at Angie -  it is true she seems tense at the shoulders; but he doesn't think a slap would really hurt her. 

"Away...  away...."  repeats Angie as though in a dream.

Lance clicks his fingers -  Angie shrivels down inside of herself.  Lance is filled with fury, and she doesn't want to be alive anymore.

"You apologise;"  mutters Lance with his teeth clapping together.

"Yes I am sorry;"  tells Angie as she gasps inside of her chest.

She knows in the right mood Lance can't stop hitting her -  it's some pleasure which he can't pry his hands away from; it makes him feel good to give her skin bruises and she doesn't want to feel it again.  Inside of her mind she hears herself crying and she knows he has given her more then one beating in a past life. 

"Sorry;"  she mutters as she blinks.

Lance nods.

"Okay..." he mutters.  "But you me one..."  he adds before he leaves.

Angie sighs inside of her chest and she leans back upon the wall as she is filled with relief.  She has guided away a storm and she feels like she is heaven.  Angie closes her eyes and sees Kale standing there.  He is looking good, but she doesn't feel in the mood for him -  her anger has dived with her wits and she rests feeling undone. 

Lance returns and Angie opens her eyes to see him.  She sees his face, his eyes, his lips... all lunge for her and soon his face is pressed against herself.  She feels knotted and she tries to sit up but Lance's weight pulls her down.  Angie feels like a robot gone off its cruise control which had told her to find a date and flirt; she now feels botched with her wires crossed and she spits out fume with the sparks that fly off her.  Her time for being a robot has passed and she feels perplexed.  She cries - it comes off as a muffled sound, and she tries her best to push Lance away; but he sticks and stays and believe it or not he grows ever more heavy; it is a hunger that pushes him further onto her and Angie screams.


Angie chews on her nails as she glares out the window -  Lance went all the way with her and she doesn't know why.  He is often filled with fantasies, but she had no idea he had wanted to do it with her.  She feels harassed, but with her pleasure nodes going off she thinks it is okay.  Then she hates and blames, and then she feels her pleasure nodes starve... then she thinks of Kale and thinks 'good' then she thinks Lance and thinks 'bad'.  She knows she can't talk otherwise she will scream, so she stares out the window.  She wishes she could come to some conclusion but she can't -  so she waits and the afternoon passes on, and the outside doesn't grow less interesting not even with the black coat on... it still retains her interest and she stays silent.  Her fingers can no longer be eaten - now she is just wasting time.

"Well I think I am over Kale;"  she mutters as she puts her hand down.  "I don't think I am jealous any more;"  she adds before she closes the curtains.

The house seems dark and cold with the curtains closed -  like a swamp at midnight; it is dewy and dirty... Angie wipes her brow... she is tired; best go to bed.


Lance Kale

Jesus Trouble

Jesus hangs his heads and sighs.  Many moons he has wondered why he had not  been left a father.  Mary is a curse on his head and she tries to coddle him too much.  In rebuke he turns himself into torture - drunk!  A clever guise which hails him a disgrace in his mothers eyes!

"I see you witch!"  whispers Jesus as he glares at his mother who sits on her stool in the dusky hall, waiting for a suitor who has long come and gone.  "Looking at me with those eyes... those foul eyes which are covered with coarse; why hate!"  he spits before he hangs his head.

He feels as though he is kidding himself - his mother has much regret, but he has the burden to heavy to carry.  When he sees her she is but a poor reflection of himself -  he has the hate!  Spite sits like coarse black inside of his veins, and he wishes he had no such hate, but he does... it is resting inside coming out as a word in the blackest of times; and he has sorrow.  His hate makes him forget of things as kindness and giving, and makes him build a war for which he has stapled a firm frown on his face!

A knock on the door has Jesus with company within moments -  it is a Roman soldier and Jesus shies as he sees his golden armour.

"What you calling for?"  asks Jesus as he grows a bead of sweat.

"Your business set for tax or closure!"  tells the Roman with a grim grin.

"Close;" tells Jesus with a nod.  "I have no money;"  he adds.

"Shame!"  tells the Roman as he tilts his head.  "Those hands made the stools for many a bar!"  he adds before he leaves with a swim of his head.

"Tis how I paid for my drink..."  mutters Jesus before he closes the door.

Jesus sighs as he leans upon the wood -  his hands made their door and its splinters rake his arms.  It was not made perfect -  a line in the middle of the door was particularly coarse and he was not able to smooth it.  Jesus peels himself away, and then he places a hand to his heart.

"Oh heart!  A Roman true!  Ending my long business with the wood and saw!"  he mutters before his mother shows herself.

She looks bewitching for a moment -  in the dark he sees her eyes as glowing; but the light is playin tricks!  He has imagines her prettiness as his heart wishes for it -  she walks to him with an old stagger which he wants to throw out the door.  His skin reels, and his nerves grow an edge. 

"What you wish of me?"  he asks as his inside grow hard as stone.

"Who was at the door?"  asks Mary.  "You seem shaken!"

"A Roman!"  tells Jesus as he glares.  "He closed my business...."  he adds.

"No!  I pay tax to him!"  gasps Mary before she rushes forward and shoves Jesus to the side!

Mary peers outside and she sees still.  There is only vacancy and when she turns to the door she reads a Roman sign.

"Business closed;"  it reads and a date under.

Mary feels weak -  Jesus was a terrible business person but she had wanted him to try.  She knew he was humble, but she had thought that his skill would grow  -  after all he was supposed to have been made from od all wise!  Mary shakes herself from the gossip.  Jesus doesn't seem all that miraculous at all -  all he does is stare, drink, and do plain carvings not even a beggar would wish for.   She wished she could see God... but no; all she sees is her son.

"Terrible thing!"  she gasps as she steps inside.  "I wished you had called me;"  she tells Jesus who glares at the sign on the door with eyes burning and face white as milk.

"Remove that sign!"  tells Jesus as he rushes to the door.

"No, don't!"  gasps Mary stepping in the way.  "It is legal notice to stop you from selling!  It stays!"  she tells.

Jesus is kept away from the sign and he grows scared -  it has been nailed and he had not heard a knock!  He had been leaning on the door and he had not heard!  He gasps and shrivels to the corner -  a nice black corner to rest his thoughts in.

"What is that!"  he gasps as he feels his wits fade.  "Sorcerer!"  he cries.

But Mary closes the door and she closes his other complaints.  Jesus feels his skin prickle and he hangs his head. 

"You leave it there;"  tells Mary with a nod before she moves on.

Jesus cannot feel anything but spite, and with grit he turns away.


Jesus cannot live in the house any more.  He takes down the sign, and it is erected.  He tries to do business for a drink, and he is turned away or the bar closes.  Jesus feels burned and sober he begins to think.  While thinking he feels his heart-beat -  it is that horrible sound in the back of his head; it tells him that he is alive.  Jesus grunts and then with a decision he walks to the town to see the people around.

Jesus meets the markets and he manages to chat himself a free apple.  After eating he moves on to the stores where he manages to sample free bread.  With his belly full he moves to the water, and there he becomes attracted to the sea.  It calls him; there is something inside of his body he wishes for and he almost steps into the water when he is called away.

"Only boats in the water!"  tells a fisherman.  "Keeps the water pure!"

Jesus nods, and with permission he hops into the fisher-mans vessel and he heads to the ocean.  The fisherman looks out of his craft with rod in hand.  Jesus looks at the water and before his eyes it starts to turn crystal.

"Say fisherman I know you said that no foot may sit in the water, but what if I walk on top of it?"  he asks.

"You ask for wings!"  tells the fisherman.

Jesus rises in the boat!  The fisherman clutches the side and then he gasps as Jesus steps off the boat!  The water turns hard under his feet and he walks -  he walks like the world is not made of liquid and in no time he reaches the shore which has drawn a crowd. 

"I walked!"  tells Jesus as he turns and sees high crashing waves.  "I walked!"

"A miracle!"  tells one of the people at the shore.

Jesus turns to the ocean and sees clouds as black as night lunging over to greet him.  He grows scared as a howl slaps his face - the wind is moaning and he knows he has done something wrong!  Jesus hangs his head and he walks, and with the storm biting at his ear he dives for shelter and begins to pray.


Jesus spends the night in the storm, but morning he continues with his travels.  He doesn't know where he is headed, but home with its rules seems not the way to go.  So he walks, and as he walks people notice him.  They talk to him with curiosity and he talks back.  He does not know what brings them to him but he wishes they would not come near him.

"I wish to be alone;"  he tells himself within his mind as he speaks to make his voice heard.


But Jesus is not alone -  he meets many people, and people follow him.  He is turned into a show, and he walks and talks while being speculated.  He puts up with the company but something inside wants all the leave.  His lessons of sin and God are just ideas he put together to get the pull off religion.  He tells them fantasy, and all agree that God should be what he imagines.  If he says God is a bird they believe him; if God is a hand they believe him; if God is milk they believe him; all his words are truth and he feels honoured.


But the people who do not feel so honoured are the Romans.  They laugh at Jesus and call him a fool, and when arrested they beat him and tell him he be burned when his mother stops pays their fees.
  Jesus laments -  he has gotten into trouble time and again and he knows it is time to go home.


But before Jesus can turn he walks into a Roman trap and he is told to go to prison.  There he is fed poison and then kicked to the dirt, and with ribs heaving he is put in a cell in which he rots.  Then he is told he is sin and escorted to the posts where he is hung and crucified.  Then he is put to death in many painful ways. left as a corpse, and risen from the dead.  Then he is told he is dead and that is when Jesus breaks.

"How dare you tell me this!"  he exclaims as he grows fury.  "Dead!  I am alive!  I live on!"  he cries out before he races away.


To the dark he is called and wind howling he ducks!  He becomes a ghost as he lies to cover who he is, and then he disappears as he leads himself further away until he is dead.

A Burst Of Anger

Amber looks at the clock -  it is time to go to school; she sighs!  she does not even want to go -  the day before Dolly and her boyfriend Mitch teased her and she cried.  She doesn't want to see them again, and so she hangs back by the clock in the hallway listening to the seconds as the bus in front of their house drives past.  She has done it -  she has missed the bus to school!  Amber sighs and with a hand to her heart she relaxes.  Amber almost wants to call success when Reg comes downstairs with coffee in hand. 

Reg looks to Amber and he frowns.

"You off to school?"  he asks.

Amber shakes in her bones.

""I missed the bus;"  she chirps.

Reg shrugs.

"I can drive you..."  he mutters as he puts down grounded on his chore list. 

"Oh really?"  asks Amber as she feels her anguish rise to her throat.

"Yes;"  tells Reg as he notices her stiffness.  "Let's go;"  he mutters with a clip.

Amber nods, and with a tremble she picks up her bag and exits the house.


The drive to school is pain and Amber swallows her breakfast every step of the way.  She wants to knit a plea inside of her mind, but she stifles her next word with a cough.  Amber wants to tell Reg to stop but she cant -  the wheels turn and she feels her heart-beat pulse as her mind screams.  She feels like she is being raped of her good day, and she grunts as the car stops in front of the school.

"There you go;"  mutters Reg full of calm and speculation. 

"Great..."  mutters Amber as she looks to Reg and tries to gain some pity 

"Go on..."  tells Reg seeing the tears glazing her eyes.

Amber sighs and forgets her stress to sob.  She sobs as she exits the car, and then sobs as she turns to look at Reg.  Reg clears his throat and drives away, however as he drives he feels guilt.  Amber cries through her chest as she stands on the pavement, and with reluctance he bothers to slow the car to look.  In an instant!  Amber walks across the street and into a lane.  Reg grows wild eyes and he fast backs the car to the street and rev's it to storm down the street!  Reg passes Amber and parks, and then he slips out.  Amber is quick to arrive and as he does he grabs her and gives her a hug.

"What's the matter?  Why you not go to school?"  he asks as Amber suffocates against his chest.

"They hate me!  They hurt me!"  waits Amber before she sobs out loud.  "It's rape!"

Reg clears his throat as he narrows his eyes -  he finally thinks he hears a confession, when Amber is stating thoughts...  inside of Reg's mind he sees a college quarter back pushing her into a steaming shower and he grows a face of red.

"Well maybe you don't need to go to school...."  he mutters as he thinks. 

A pulse settles on his brow -  he thinks of psychology, counselling, ice-cream; the things to make a person feel well.  Amber settles down from her sobbing and she hangs inside of his arms -  she can shed no more tears she feels warm and at home. 

"I want to go home..."  she mutters.

Reg feels the hairs on his neck rise -  of course she can go home; but what he doesn't plan if he will go home also.


In the car Reg bites on his nails as he glares at the road with worry on his head.  He things chemist, pharmacy, pills... he should get Amber a packet of each and then weigh if it were money well spent.  Tense makes Reg feels fidgety and he bites a nail as his mouth is filled with the taste of nicotine -  he is chewing up and it makes him feel both warm and cool and he can't stop until he returns home.


Amber heads fast to her bedroom to rest in the dim as Reg paces around the kitchen.  He picks up the phone and calls work.

"Sick today;"  he tells before he hangs up.

That was the easy obstacle.  Reg picks up a pen and pad and begins to write questions, and he doesn't stop, not even as the quarter back yells out 'score'!  in the back of his mind.  He keeps writing as time ticks inside of his head, and when he finishes it is afternoon.


"Amber..."  mutters Reg as he opens the bedroom door.

"What?"  asks Amber as she raises her brows.

She has been listening to the radio quietly while writing notes to a school friend, and quickly she pushes both away.

"I know that what you were crying about it no little thing -  so I am prepared to listen to you as you tell me the following.... what... where... who?"  he asks as a list of death threats are taped on a white board in the back of his mind.

Reg feels his thoughts turn sinister and he grows a crown of hate before he settles down to rest on a thorn stool as he forces his ears to listen.

"I don't know what you mean;"  tells Amber as she shrugs.  "What?"

Reg sighs.

"What turned the guy on.. where'd he do it... and who was he?"

Amber shrugs. 

"Rape!"  steams Reg as he grows impatient.

Amber grows red of face.

"I haven't been raped!"  she mutters.

"What about the tears?"  gasps Reg as he grows a bead of sweat that is both tears and strain.

"I didn't want to go..."  mutters Amber.

"Why?"  asks Reg as he points a finger.

"Because... the bullies... they call me names!"  tells Amber as she grows upset.

"Names?"  asks Reg as sweat dribbles down his face.  "I thought you said you were raped!"  he wars.

"No..."  mutters Amber as she grows a shiver.

"Then what's with the crying?  the word!"  steams Reg as he slaps his notes over his thigh. 

"I didn't want to go to school..."  tells Amber as she grows shy.

"The crying!"  gasps Reg as he stands to run fingers through his hair.  "No need to skip school for bad feelings;"  he mutters rather calmly before he steams forth and slaps Amber once on the cheek.

Amber gasps as a cold feeling rushes through her chest.  She feels cold and numb, and then she feels hurt and pain.  Amber turns her head away to shed a tear and Reg kicks the leg of her table.

"You have no business to skip school over name calling..."  he swears as he grows up steam.  "No business!"  he yells before he wipes his face and leaves.

Amber looks at the door as it slams closed, and she wipes her eyes -  she has never seen Reg so menacing, and it has scared her.  She thinks of twisted hate and its morbid tales, and in the back of her mind she sees him beating her with an electrical chord as a demon dances on his face -  eyes black, cheeks red, and hate spewing off a crown on his head.  Amber feels his hands crawl over her neck to strangle her, and she screams!

Reg enters the room and he glares at Amber as she shivers.

"What?"  he asks.  "What!"  he steams.

"Nothing just thoughts...."  mutters Amber as she stands.

Amber wants to run and she almost nears Reg, but as she does his energy becomes more tense and so she backs away and moves to the window.  Reg glares at Amber and he growls as his temper fans.

"What?  You wanna pass me?'  he asks.

Amber shivers as she leans upon the wall.

Reg notices her tense and he rushes towards her -  he is in front of her in seconds, with her hair inside of his clutches.  Reg slaps her face a couple of times, and then he throws her to the side - Amber lands on the carpet with a thud, and there Reg shakes his head.

"Tonight I'm going to beat you..."  he mutters with a wink. 

Amber wipes her face, and after her fingers leave Reg's knuckles hit her hard.  He doesn't wait for the night to bloom, he beats her screaming until she is a mess; then he leaves with his mobile glued to his ear.

"A nonsense kid!"  he steams as he reaches the door.  "Grow up!"  he adds before he leaves.

Amber gasps and she gathers her strength to move; but walking towards the exit door proves a difficult feat -  something inside of her brain rings, and she hears its tune and her feet walk on air; a whirlwind crosses her brow and it leaves with her -  she has gone; she drops and lays on the carpet the whole afternoon.



Reg wakes Amber with a slap to the face and she shivers as she sees him.

"You're all messed up;" tells Reg.  "Let me help you into bed;"  he adds.

Amber feels her body get pulled and lifted and then she is helped into bed.  She feels sick and dizzy -  but she doesn't say so; she just drops and closes her eyes, and Reg leers as she pretends him away.

"School next week;"  he mutters as he sees the bruises on her cheeks.  "No more messing around;"  he adds as guilt thumps on his shoulder.


Reg walks away with a heavy step, and at the door he blames himself as a rash on his arm turns into a burn.  He cannot forgive himself, and he hurries to grab a drink before his guilt can make him feel any anguish, and he guzzles the whole afternoon, and he doesn't stop until he is trashed and drowned.

Mary

Mary holds her cold woes inside of her head.  Her heart is breaking and she know not why.  Something inside of her mind, a day of cold... strikes her and she best hang her head to cry.  She know not why, such a fate!  A night come on too soon, and the light come back too late!  Hark why does she not see the emblem of desire, inside of her eye while her husband does kneel to light fire.

"Oh, dear!"  she cry as fire glisten in her eye.  "Why me?  A heart blooming on hate and coarse skin!"

Mary wishes she had some light to guide her, but to an old bed she follows her woes to rest her head on pillow which does smell of moulded rose.


In her sleep she does dream -  but her dreams do not send her anything but misery.  She wishes she could see more light, but the draft sticks to her skin and turns it blue-grey, and she does in her heat become miserable once more.

So then with a tear falling an image does appear in her room -  a shadow turns into a glisten, and then a glisten into a figure... and lo!  Behold a light does appear and Mary does not wake but it does blaze forth to shine a star so great that by the window even a lamp does pale!

"Mary... Mary..."  beckons the angle with dark face turned light.  "Mary... Mary... I beckon thee... rise... wake from your slumber and see...."

Mary's eyes do stir, and within an instant they flick open -  but the soul inside is still resting, and it takes one last whisper for her to stir to wake.

"Wake!"  calls the angle with such kindness that Mary does waken and as she does stir she gasps at the blazing furnace that near makes her blind.

Mary does try to shade her eyes with a hand, but she is told by the angel to take her hand down.

"You shall not shield your eyes from me;"  he tells her, and so Mary does take her eyes down.

"But I cannot see..."  she complains as she blinks that the light which is so full of strength she fears to be turned blind.

"Then lay down until you can see me, and when you do you shall be blessed;"  says the angel.

So Mary does rest her head, and in her slumber she sees a man of such great beauty that she cannot do naught but feel warmth, and in her last moment of trepidation her thoughts are taken away and she is blessed!


Mary does fear the next few days that something has happened to her.  She feels different, and she fears that inside of her body is a son from the sun who she had met so many hours before.  Mary feels faint that Joseph might find out -  their marriage is months away, and she is sure he is to discover that she has been led astray.

"Whatever shall become of me?"  she asks before she weeps.  "I shall be left nothing, and then I shall have to grow old alone!"

However then Joseph marches through the door and he praises Mary.

"Mary!  You are with child!"  he tells her.  'It is sin, but he shall be holy, as you have given yourself to the lord!" he calls.

"I have?"  gasps Mary as she sits up straight.  "Will you live with me while I have this child?"  she asks.

"Nay!"  tells Joseph with a bow.  "I shall take you to Egypt, and there you shall become sainted and made holy;"  he tells her.

"Oh... if you must..."  mutters Mary with a blush.

"I must!"  tells Joseph with a firm nod.


However travel is weary and along the way Mary falls down on the grass and Joseph is forced to carry her to a manger to rest.  Inside of the Manger with a cloth over her head Mary gives birth.  The stars shine and strangers come, and Mary feels light -  the child is blonde, and he is holy. 

"What a sight!"  gasps Joseph as gold is placed beside the child's skin and shone in likeness.  "He is gold!"  he gasps. 

"He is the lord son!"  agrees a stranger.


Joseph holds reserve the blessing as he and Mary are told to leave house after house after showing their golden child.  Joseph feels Jesus a burden, and he wishes he had not been born as Egypt throws their hands up and yells for him to leave.

Joseph sits by the door as Mary weeps in her room -  it has been thirteen months and the child has grown too heavy to throw into a river and let sail.  So Joseph stares at the stars and he waits for his life to drown as he sits by the door and Mary inside of her room, looking after a child-god who seems to have no right of day even at birth. 

"Oh wind!  Tell the world, the lord is dead, and we have his child!"  he mutters as his heart falls ice-cold.


Many years pass and Joseph is called by messenger to return to Rome.  Mary wishes she can go with him but Joseph says that he will not allow it, so leaving money on the table he leaves. Mary does weep -  she is sure Joseph will not return, and when her thoughts come true she cries harder.

"I shall have to turn slave!"  she gasps.  "For Jesus my son.. and for me..."


It is hard and Mary does feel much grief -  for inside of her heart she does wish for someone to look after her, but she shall not lay down not while she is needed.  She must turn herself to saint and carry her burden while performing tasks of a slave and ignoring the contempt of others.

Jesus tries to understand -  but he does not understand fully   He steals her money to buy wine, and then he steals her savings to plan trips overseas.  He and Mary do quarrel -  but it is a soft quarrel which leaves her exhausted, and in his grief he does take to carpeting to ease his troubled mind.


In time Jesus sells his carpeting but even that turns into awry as people who give him money ask for their money return.  Jesus gives all he can but he tries to keep some money and in time this does give him trouble with the law, who decided to raise taxes to punish Jesus. 

Mary does all she can to turn the law-men away but in time she realizes that they are attacking Jesus and so she tells him to stop working and to walk.

"Roam the fields and let people know you;"  she tells him.

And so Jesus does roam -  but as he speaks people's minds and eyes turn queer and they ask Jesus questions for which he has no real answer.  Jesus however talks, and as he does people discover that he is holy, and so they urge him to perform miracles of which he is not very wise.  But then by a river he discovers fish, and then in someone's house he discovers he can heal, and then when serving break he discovers he can multiply.  So with these gifts he travels and people support him and ask him to places which reach beyond the hills and his name is known.