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First chapter is a bit short but hopefully it's okay. So, don't read it if it's not what you want to read and remember that this is completely fictional. Any resemlance to names and/or events in real life is completely coincidental.

No More (Chapter One) Lifeless.

I lived in a huge mansion at the time of this story, the most luxurious there was. Despite that my life was miserable, I had no money whatsoever, I barely had any clothes and I was confined to my bedroom for 23 hours of the day. Life was like a prison to me. Who am I? My name is Glenn Callahan and I'm a red fox. I am now 17 years old. And average length. I used to go to high school, but my father forbade me to go there again and instead gave me home schooling, which usually ended in him beating the crap out of me. My room, was as good as empty. Nothing interesting, I had a bed, a bathroom, a bookcase and a table to eat at when I occasionally got a plate of, usually cold, food handed over through a hatch in the door. That was it. All the books in the case had been read to their deaths by me. I knew every one of the 57 books by heart, every single word. I spent all of my days working out. I did push-ups, sit-ups, stretching exercises, crunches and I would occasionally challenge my pillow to a boxing competition. Because of this, I was really fit. You could say, those years in my room did me good. Well, they didn't. I started to think I was getting crazy, getting claustrophobic. I needed to get out, fast.

You might be wondering how it all got this far. Well, when I was 14, I came home with a guy that I met in school. His name was Tom and he was a very handsome gray wolf. He was of average build. Not very muscular but quite tall, and those amazing blue eyes... Anyway, we had a thing going for a while now. It wasn't much, just kissing and holding paws. So I took him home and introduced him to my parents. After that we went to my room, which was much better equipped than it is now. He told me he didn't have much time because he didn't tell his parents he was going here. We sat down behind my computer surfing the web. Then all of a sudden, Tom turns to me and said something that would in a while, kill my family. He took my paws and looked down at me.

''Let's come out together!'' He said.

This brought a shiver over my back. Then I thought my parents would be fine with it. They never showed any homophobic ticks and were very friendly. I gave it a few minutes thought and decided to go with it.

''Alright! Let's tell them!'' I said.

I jumped up and we walked paw in paw downstairs. We walked into the lounge and I could see my father reading a newspaper by the fireplace and my mom was busy on the internet for her job. She was a real estate agent, and a very successful one too. We walked to the middle of the lounge and I let go of Tom's paw. I cleared my throat to get their attention. At this they both looked at us. I started to feel kinda nervous. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But Tom already started.

''I thought it would be alright to say that, we're gay. Since you're so nice and all.'' He said.

I slapped myself in the face. God, I was finally out. But I soon wish we stayed in because I could see my dad getting really angry. He got up and walked towards us with his fists clenching. He didn't make a sound. My mother got up from behind the computer. Ready to intervene. My dad stopped only inches away from us and we both regretted coming out at the moment. My mother raced towards us and tried to separate us from my dad but he hit her. She recoiled and fell on the floor. We just stood there frozen. We couldn't move from the fear. Suddenly I could see my dad reach for his back pocket and take out a sharp, silver, pocket knife and lunged it in Tom's stomach. Tom put his hands around the knife and fell on the ground. I punched my dad in the face with anger he took his knife and cut me across my chest. I could feel an immense pain as I felt the blood running down my stomach. Tears were all over my face. I tried to kick my dad away but he was too fast for me and I was feeling weak. He smacked me with the back of his hand whilst mumbling something about sins and sodomites. Then my dad stabbed Tom more times in the stomach. I lay down next to Tom. Our eyes locked and all there was to see in his eyes was fear and the life slowly leaving his body.

''I-I l-love y-y-you...''

I heard him mumble as he exhaled his final breath. I couldn't believe it. He was dead. I started crying like hell. All this seemed to last hours but apparently it was only a few minutes. My mom blindly reached for the phone on the table, and tried to dial 911 but at the first press of the button the phone made a sound to which my father ran towards and bent over slicing my moms throat. I couldn't take it any more. There was so much blood. My father went over to me and told me to get up. I was dreaming, this couldn't be happening. He held the knife to my throat and told me to get up again. I pulled myself up from the sofa. I felt blood running down my throat. I cried even more.

''Come on! Kill me!'' I cried.

My life was useless at this point. I ignored the stinging pain and decided that it was better if I died. But, my dad is a cruel fox. He didn't kill me. He let me live.

''You want that, don't you? You want me to kill you. That ain't happening, you're helping me clean this up!'' He said and poked his knife in the back of my neck.

We walked to his Range Rover and he put the bodies in the trunk. He told me to sit next to him. I was full of fear and obliged. I started sobbing quietly as we drove away. The entire car trip neither of us did anything. Not a word was said. After an hour we reached the docks where his boat was. The docks were as good as deserted. My dad drove onto the docks and loaded the bodies discreetly in the boat. I was soaked with blood and tears. He told me to get on the boat. I refused. I thought that would make him kill me, but instead he just took me by my collar and threw me in the boat. Leaving a trail of blood on the white deck. It took me a few attempts to get up and sit down on the passengers side. It wasn't a big boat, so we had to be careful not to be seen. I brought my crying to a halt. I wiped off my face with the sleeve of my white T-Shirt. I could see him shutting down the engine of the car and took out some massive lead weights and body bags. He shut the door and locked it. He jumped in the boat with me. We quickly sailed off. I looked over my shoulder at the back seat. I could see my Tom and my mother lying there. Tom still had his eyes open. I wiped off a tear as I became really angry. I hit my father in the face as hard as I could. It barely had effect. I wasn't strong at all. He just smiled and poked me with his knife. I hated my life. I wanted to jump overboard, but I couldn't move. When we got far into the sea he stopped the boat.

''You're gonna throw 'em overboard.'' He grinned.

Like he hadn't punished me enough. A tear went down my face as I put the bodies in the bags and put the weights in. I was really tired, weak and everything in my body hurt. I threw them overboard. They sank down. It felt like my stomach was exploding inside out. I could almost kill myself with my thoughts as we sailed back to the car. We got out of the boat and into the car. As I closed the door, my dad punched me hard in the face. Then it all went dark.