A friend In Need (fantasy Story)
Before I begin...I want to quickly reinforce that this story is FICTIONAL. All names, locations, and brands mentioned are NOT associated with this story. This story is loosely based around a dream I had recently. Without further delay, please enjoy.
I was 15 years old, sophomore year, at one of the best schools in the county. I was excelling in my subjects, and even had my eye on a girl, who was in my geometry class. Her name was Jewels. I often times found myself looking at her, and occasionally, when looking up from my paper, I would catch her looking back at me, instantly blushing and looking back down when she realized she had been caught.
One day however, she was not there. I figured she was sick or something else that was relatively benign was the reason. When she was back the next day, she was extremely quiet. She looked nervous, abnormally self conscious, and harassed. I assumed it was just a part of her maturation. At least, that's what I wanted to believe. Deep down, I knew that my mind was just trying to re-assure itself.
The day ended, and I went to the E building and sat down and read for a few minutes. I liked to practice this because the student lot became VERY crowded in the following 30 minutes after the last bell rang. Several chapters of "A Clockwork Orange" later, the school was mostly deserted, and I stood up and headed towards my car, which was a Mazda Miata.
As I was walking towards the student lot I heard a gentle whimpering, almost like it was coming from another kid. Being a some what inquisitive individual, I followed where I thought I was hearing the sound. It eventually led me under one of the staircases, where Jewels was sitting, crying.
She heard my footsteps, as the area under the staircase is floored with wood chips. Upon looking up and seeing my slightly broad, military style self, she instantly spun around to face the opposite direction. As she did so, I heard a loud, noticeable crinkling sound, and saw what was clearly an adult diaper, with very babyish prints on it underneath her slightly childish looking miniskirt.
I pretended I hadn't noticed, as immediately blurting out one's suspicions is somewhat rude. I simply asked her, "Jewels, are you okay?" She just sniffled a little. I realized I would have to pry a bit here. I then walked over to face her and said, "Jewels, why are you sitting here all alone?" She began to tell me her story.
"Alex, I recently started wetting the bed." I simply said, "You don't need to cry over that. It's a common problem for kids our age." She then said, "My parents don't seem to think so.
The first time I wet the bed, they shouted at me, and said that if I was going to wet the bed like a baby, then that's how they would treat me. That's why I'm wearing this." She lifted the front of her miniskirt up, displaying a very, very babyish looking diaper, complete with pictures of flowers, smiling suns, and Dora the Explorer.
She went on to explain, "The day I was absent, they took me to the park by our house, pulled down my miniskirt, and forced me to run sprints around the playground until I was in tears, then marched me back home, placed me in a high chair, and forced me to drink bottles full of formula and juice, and a mixture of five small jars of baby food, mixed together with a blender followed.
They then took me upstairs, and restrained me inside my old crib which they brought up from the basement. They make me sleep in it, and feed me the same meals for dinner each day." She then broke down again and started crying.
Knowing immediately that her claims indicated child abuse, I grabbed her by her collar, and held her just a few inches off the ground in front of me. She wasn't expecting this and let out a small "Eek!" when I did so.
I said sternly, "You are being absolutely serious with me right now, correct? This isn't some sort of weird joke, right?" She tearfully stated that she was being honest, so I set her back down, and told her to follow me to my car. She did so without any complaint.
After turning onto the highway, she asked me where I was taking her. I replied, "We're going to a small clothing store, I'm going to give you money to buy some clothes that you should be wearing right now." I personally thought that she would look awfully good clad in a dominatrix outfit, I am a teenager after all.
"Then we're going to the police station because what you just described is abuse, and your parents actions are threatening your physical and emotional health." She looked slightly nervous and I said, "It's the right thing to do." She simply nodded and walked into the store with me.
I sat outside a fitting room while she inspected her outfit. Upon her exit, she looked stunning. I walked with her to the cash register, paid for her new outfit, and slipped her older outfit into a ziplock bag. It would be useful evidence.
We drove to the police station, and walked in. I told the officer at the desk that we were here to report abuse, and he told me to wait outside while he walked her to a questioning room. 15 minutes later, he walked her back to where I was, and called me back. I told him what I knew, and handed him the bag of 'evidence' I had collected.
He said something on his radio, and I caught the phrase, SWAT in his conversation. Jewels's parents owned full automatics, and the police clearly didn't want to take chances. He then asked me if I was in their cadet program. I said I was and he took me back to where Jewels was waiting, and walked us both back down another hallway. He brought her into the teen room where she would be safe and could speak to an emergency psychologist if she needed.
He then showed me into the armory where I was instructed by a very intimidating combat ready SWAT member to take my gear and prepare for a potential fight.
I selected the standard M4 carbine, a specially fitted kevlar and helmet, an M9 sidearm, and my custom made combat knife, dubbed "Precision" was inserted into its sheath. Precision, was forged from a single piece of steel by a professional metal working smith in Japan that creates works for museum exhibits. It's designed to quickly and cleanly silence an armed gunman.
I was briefed by a SWAT Captain while en route. We were then hustled out of the armored car and marched quickly and quietly up to the door, only to find ourselves face to face with who looked to be a hit man, armed with an AK-47.
He brought it up and pointed it towards my team mate. "HOLY F******** S********!!!!!" Five rounds went off. Followed by 15 more, this time targeted at the man's neck and face.
The rest of the operation went smoothly after a flash bang was tossed. Jewels's parents were arrested, and sentenced to five(5) years in prison, followed by involuntary incarceration into a mental hospital.
Five years later, Jewels and I are hiking in the mountains, just north of Bend, Oregon. After watching the sun go down, I got down on one knee, and presented her with a diamond ring, and asked the big question. She jumped a little and said, "Yes".
Written By: Anonymous
I was 15 years old, sophomore year, at one of the best schools in the county. I was excelling in my subjects, and even had my eye on a girl, who was in my geometry class. Her name was Jewels. I often times found myself looking at her, and occasionally, when looking up from my paper, I would catch her looking back at me, instantly blushing and looking back down when she realized she had been caught.
One day however, she was not there. I figured she was sick or something else that was relatively benign was the reason. When she was back the next day, she was extremely quiet. She looked nervous, abnormally self conscious, and harassed. I assumed it was just a part of her maturation. At least, that's what I wanted to believe. Deep down, I knew that my mind was just trying to re-assure itself.
The day ended, and I went to the E building and sat down and read for a few minutes. I liked to practice this because the student lot became VERY crowded in the following 30 minutes after the last bell rang. Several chapters of "A Clockwork Orange" later, the school was mostly deserted, and I stood up and headed towards my car, which was a Mazda Miata.
As I was walking towards the student lot I heard a gentle whimpering, almost like it was coming from another kid. Being a some what inquisitive individual, I followed where I thought I was hearing the sound. It eventually led me under one of the staircases, where Jewels was sitting, crying.
She heard my footsteps, as the area under the staircase is floored with wood chips. Upon looking up and seeing my slightly broad, military style self, she instantly spun around to face the opposite direction. As she did so, I heard a loud, noticeable crinkling sound, and saw what was clearly an adult diaper, with very babyish prints on it underneath her slightly childish looking miniskirt.
I pretended I hadn't noticed, as immediately blurting out one's suspicions is somewhat rude. I simply asked her, "Jewels, are you okay?" She just sniffled a little. I realized I would have to pry a bit here. I then walked over to face her and said, "Jewels, why are you sitting here all alone?" She began to tell me her story.
"Alex, I recently started wetting the bed." I simply said, "You don't need to cry over that. It's a common problem for kids our age." She then said, "My parents don't seem to think so.
The first time I wet the bed, they shouted at me, and said that if I was going to wet the bed like a baby, then that's how they would treat me. That's why I'm wearing this." She lifted the front of her miniskirt up, displaying a very, very babyish looking diaper, complete with pictures of flowers, smiling suns, and Dora the Explorer.
She went on to explain, "The day I was absent, they took me to the park by our house, pulled down my miniskirt, and forced me to run sprints around the playground until I was in tears, then marched me back home, placed me in a high chair, and forced me to drink bottles full of formula and juice, and a mixture of five small jars of baby food, mixed together with a blender followed.
They then took me upstairs, and restrained me inside my old crib which they brought up from the basement. They make me sleep in it, and feed me the same meals for dinner each day." She then broke down again and started crying.
Knowing immediately that her claims indicated child abuse, I grabbed her by her collar, and held her just a few inches off the ground in front of me. She wasn't expecting this and let out a small "Eek!" when I did so.
I said sternly, "You are being absolutely serious with me right now, correct? This isn't some sort of weird joke, right?" She tearfully stated that she was being honest, so I set her back down, and told her to follow me to my car. She did so without any complaint.
After turning onto the highway, she asked me where I was taking her. I replied, "We're going to a small clothing store, I'm going to give you money to buy some clothes that you should be wearing right now." I personally thought that she would look awfully good clad in a dominatrix outfit, I am a teenager after all.
"Then we're going to the police station because what you just described is abuse, and your parents actions are threatening your physical and emotional health." She looked slightly nervous and I said, "It's the right thing to do." She simply nodded and walked into the store with me.
I sat outside a fitting room while she inspected her outfit. Upon her exit, she looked stunning. I walked with her to the cash register, paid for her new outfit, and slipped her older outfit into a ziplock bag. It would be useful evidence.
We drove to the police station, and walked in. I told the officer at the desk that we were here to report abuse, and he told me to wait outside while he walked her to a questioning room. 15 minutes later, he walked her back to where I was, and called me back. I told him what I knew, and handed him the bag of 'evidence' I had collected.
He said something on his radio, and I caught the phrase, SWAT in his conversation. Jewels's parents owned full automatics, and the police clearly didn't want to take chances. He then asked me if I was in their cadet program. I said I was and he took me back to where Jewels was waiting, and walked us both back down another hallway. He brought her into the teen room where she would be safe and could speak to an emergency psychologist if she needed.
He then showed me into the armory where I was instructed by a very intimidating combat ready SWAT member to take my gear and prepare for a potential fight.
I selected the standard M4 carbine, a specially fitted kevlar and helmet, an M9 sidearm, and my custom made combat knife, dubbed "Precision" was inserted into its sheath. Precision, was forged from a single piece of steel by a professional metal working smith in Japan that creates works for museum exhibits. It's designed to quickly and cleanly silence an armed gunman.
I was briefed by a SWAT Captain while en route. We were then hustled out of the armored car and marched quickly and quietly up to the door, only to find ourselves face to face with who looked to be a hit man, armed with an AK-47.
He brought it up and pointed it towards my team mate. "HOLY F******** S********!!!!!" Five rounds went off. Followed by 15 more, this time targeted at the man's neck and face.
The rest of the operation went smoothly after a flash bang was tossed. Jewels's parents were arrested, and sentenced to five(5) years in prison, followed by involuntary incarceration into a mental hospital.
Five years later, Jewels and I are hiking in the mountains, just north of Bend, Oregon. After watching the sun go down, I got down on one knee, and presented her with a diamond ring, and asked the big question. She jumped a little and said, "Yes".
Written By: Anonymous