FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The evening's light beamed through the high windows in the large room giving it an almost spectral light as it reflected on every metal surface in the warehouse. The sound of clattering metal and the smell of iron and sweat and wet fur in the air was a constant in the line of work of a stevedore, or at least for this week. But as the day as ended my shift did so to, and today, to tell you the truth, was the only thing that mattered for me.

"Looking forward for the party tonight?!" I heard coming from somewhere beside me, can't turn to see the funny bastard though. One misplaced plate here and you'll find yourself with just an option to masturbate.

"I'm thinking of bailing!" I answered between his and my grunts. "...got a plan of my own for tonight and tomorrow!"

The work was hard but not as much as the drills and hits I've endured at football practice, I smiled to myself at those memories... they seemed so long gone now. But suddenly this bulky figure appears right in front of my pile of metal plates.

"Really?" A raccoon almost one foot smaller than me asks confused. I shook my head, avoiding looking at him when he looks like that.

Now then, I can't help but roll my eyes as he stands in my way when I try to get my load ready before the hooter says I can leave. "Carl, I'll throw you in the processor if you don't move this instance." I tease smiling and coking my head just one bit. "...though people might complain about their utensils smelling like greasy ground beef."

I'm poking the slightly chubby raccoon's beer belly without even meaning to. Realizing, I quickly take my paw off him and with the same finger I wave no, making him laugh in the process.

"Hey guys!" But Carl will not have it, not if he can play some cards on me yet. "Danny here says he won't be coming for tonight party!"

Oh I really hate it when he calls me that... he's the only one that calls me that. But when I try and growl at him I start hearing people leave their work for the moment and gather around muttering or just plain stating things like. "What?!" "Fuck man, we've planned this shit the whole week!" "Yeah, it's been month's since we've been out!"

I laugh at the pathetic bunch we are, seven guys working our asses on a little plant for some unnamed bastard paying us like we were some wetbacks. "I got some plans of my own guys." I say loud and clear so everyone hears me. "Sorry to bail but I've made this clear the whole week you've been ´planning´ it."

I heard huffs and grunts of disappointment, I know these guys will think I'm some sort of prick or even than I'm some stuck up bastard after partying with us each time we find an excuse to do so but, I'd stay really, it's just weird t being the excuse this time... and I do have plans for this occasion. "You're no fun." I hear between the muttering, but at least this one is good natured.

"You know you can't party this late in the month any way!" I try to defend myself with how low is our salary but I know it is futile.

"There he is!" I hear then. It is the same voice that called out to me first. As soon as I turn I'm facing two of our only three female coworkers coming right at me... and I know that rascally raccoon must be laughing behind his ´go get him!´ attitude.

"You're leaving, Dan?" Maritza asks sounding almost hurt with the news, the adorable looking doe just stands there breaking my heart... no, really she looks cute enough to do that, Bamby's mother has nothing one her as she just looks too tender to come party with us men, if not for me and Carl steadily trying to defend her she'd be pregnant by now. "But we're supposed to be celebrating!"

"Yeah, can't you pass the night with us, big boy?" I hear a sultry voice behind Maritza. Lucy, a voluptuous lynx, comes right after and places a thin, delicate grey and white paw on my shoulder only to circle around me and embrace me from behind. Such a lady touch there man... I feel the beginning of an erection just from that. I laugh trying to squirm away from such tempting... hug.

"Knock it off girls." I say between laughs. "It's not like I'm going away---yet."

The feline girl behind me purrs just one bit before letting me go and moves to face me while Maritza blushes beside her, both of them look puzzled though.

"Oh come on!" I say almost apologetic. "It's just for one day. I want to spend some time with the family. I've been away for almost a month now... wanna surprise my sister." I end up saying the truth... well, half truth, I do want to see someone else but I knew where she is, is also...

"Oh that's cute." One of the girls says taking me out of my reverie. It's Maritza.

"Shouldn't she be the one making the surprising thought?" Lucy says with one arm firmly pressing her boobs up and a finger placed under her chin. She looks soooo hot.

"Oh come on you'll be just fine without me." I close near the girls then. "And I don't want to be this party's excuse... they'll be taking me for stupid reasons only to get stupid drunk if I let them start!" I plead in a whisper, trying to make a valid excuse but failing as the next thing I hear is:

"I don't mind havng you drunk." Now then, Lucy and I wind up surprised if not scared to hear the cheerful voice of Maritza saying that, only for her to follow with a sheepish "Teehee!"

"Hmm..." Lucy hums and I smile nervously as she approaches me yet again, there's some power in them feline female, it just screams: GRRR!! "Yeah, I wouldn't mind that. Having a drunken wolf such as yourself is quite fun... especially if we can manage to get Carl drunk too."

I immediately loss my smile; soon, without meaning, I move my torso just to look behind her and see the fool she's talking about a few feet away wave at me like the fool he is. I can't help but close my eyes and think: ´What a dork.´

"Yeah, you're both quite fun together." Maritza agrees before stating: "Drunk Dan plus Drunk Carl for the win!"

Ok, she losses points in my book for that.

I won't deny there's chemistry behind us, me and the raccoon, it's just... "Listen girls, I'd love to come but I want to spend this last time with my sister. After this, every next party is ours to get tanked and wake up in a ditch somewhere!" I end cheerfully.

"Yay!" I Hear Maritza as she practically flies and lands on my chest, the small doe feels like a toothpick in there, and I hug her delicately.

"...with my pants on." I add as I see the dirty look Lucy is throwing me. Conversation flows from there for a minute before we have to go back to work before the inspector, that's Lucy folks, has to give us a reprimand. I avoid the topic of staying and partying and getting drunk and possibly into some grey feline's bed, that last part is just a joke between us by the way, but I'm determined. Time flies by as we end our shift but for the whole time we had left after our little ´convince the wolf to stay´ convo I felt a pair of eyes planted on me, I feel the need to convince myself it's not there but when I turn and I see him there, looking at me confused... even sad maybe.

I kind of ignore it for the rest of the evening.

---

The night was as cold as it could get, you could hardly call it a summer night. I began to wonder why it wasn't snowing already. I found myself alone in an empty street with only a suitcase for company as I waited for my cab to arrive.

I shivered but the warming feeling in my chest was enough to keep the blistering cold away. It's been a three weeks since I last saw my sister's face and I was starting to miss her, even if puberty and the rebellious nature it comes with had hit her hard, I still wanted to have a nice night with her...

´It might be the last one after all.´ I heard myself thinking.

"Danny?" A voice called behind me. Oh, that voice again. "What are you doing here?"

I sighed through a smile; I had hoped to avoid talking to this guy when I said the rest of the guys I'd be leaving tonight. I turned to see the husky raccoon dressed casual, that open shirt fluttering with the wind told me he was going to the party, the brownish pet on his chest and uncovered belly dancong in the wind told me he was only readying himself for for it... bet you he wasn't expecting walking into a freezing street this late at night.

"I don't know, Carl." I said trying to sound amused rather than annoyed or disappointed. "I've got a luggage here with me, I think the answer is pretty obvious."

"Yeah but, I thought you were staying with us. It's a company's tradition, you know that."

"You and I are not big on traditions, Carl, but if I were the only one I would respect is the one you've mentioned."

"Eh?" The raccoon stared at me, a look of confusion in his face, he reminded me so much of an earlier crush, so much I felt uneasy to give him any leads.

"Family first." I offered when he didn't come with the answer.

"Oh..."

There was a long silence then, my cab was running late and, even if it was him there, I appreciated the company. It's kinda weird the relationship we have, him and I, with him knowing fully well I know the crush he has on me and I debating whether to give in or keep delaying any kind of answer.

I won't deny I felt flattered to be looked at as a potential boyfriend or special friend or whatever, its new for me to be sought by a man instead of a girl... it feels exponentially better, yes but, things are quite different from how they were in high school... the worries about being bullied and even get thrown from the team, that now would be called being fired, grew with the responsibilities life laid on me.

I turned back to face the street instead of the pudgy looking coon, there was a problem there too, you know...? No mean to offend but chubbies that leaning that much into the specter are kind of not my type. Not even those who looked quite cute with those tallish ears and that masked rounded face, or those who would try to change their routs back home so they would bump into you to try and make small talk. Or even those who, along with you, routinely and subtly flirt with the women of the company... him just to save face maybe, I don't know for sure yet.

He was cool though, no denying that.

"Here comes my cab." I said and turned my back to him completly. As soo as it parked I opened the door.

"Y-you will come back right?"

"I still work here, don't I?" I replied as I threw my suitcase into the backseat and got in myself. "Don't let the girls waiting man, if it's not me I expect you to keep them warm!" I waved at him from inside the cab without looking at him.

"Airport, right?" The taxi drivers asked and I confirmed with and added "And quickly, please." before he began to speed away. I didn't turn back to see Carl's face. I know he must have felt hurt, I wouldn't put it past him to try and flirt playfully with me at the party tonight, he's being a bit more daring lately... that bit of manly banter in our dynamyc not held a bit of that something we knew was happening between us.

I didn't want to lead him like I said though, he reminds me too much of someone else... and I wouldn't want him to be, unknowingly, just the rebound.

---

"Just how much time will those fuckers stay here, Joanie?" I asked without even hearing myself with the loud noises and music coming from the room behind me.

"We've been here just one hour, why are you so mad?" My sister answered like nothing was wrong, like coming home and finding twelve or fourteen teenagers bashed and smelling not only of beer and half the house a complete mess didn't meant shit! And the glassware... fuck!

"They've broken the damn crockery! Do you want to eat from the pot? Because maybe you can do it with your paws too!" ...and fuck yet again, I found myself sounding like some angry widow and I hated myself and, god forbid it to be for more than a moment, my own sister for that.

I don't know how many of you can relate to this but... how would you feel about your baby sister's first boyfriend? Especially knowing the guy's in the football team? And knowing firsthand the kind of douchebags they can be after being one yourself?

Well, I found myself is such situation. Having over football dudes was nothing knew during my high school years, but these days I just hate having those bastards around, and even more seeing them boss around my sister after I got back from work!

"They're Mark's friends and you know them too..." She'd say doubting her own words. "We're just having a little fun! Why can't I have them over when you had the whole team here all the time?!"

Now if there's, by any chance, a female reader I'm sure they're gonna hate me but... "Because, I'm a guy and you're not!" Misogynist much? "They've brought their girlfriends here, do you expect me not know what they would want from you girls after the fun is over? No wait, that's what all the fun is about!"

The little Shetland Sheepdog that is my sister could only glared at me, trying to convince me like she'd used to do years ago, when she was still a puppy... my puppy, not some bastard's plaything. I say that now because I know that's how they see her, I've done my share of that and I've tried to explain it to her but she won't listen, damn it!

"They were breaking the house down when I got here. If you don't get rid of those fuckers I'll do it myself!"

And just as if God wanted to give us another prove of what I needed to do, a loud shattering of even more glassware rushed to us, almost like asking for help. I saw my sister's ears hug her skull, I saw her trembling expecting me to yell at her or hit her like mom would do to me or her when shit like this happened... I took a deep breath, I tried to calm down. I wasn't that woman, I wasn't some drunken abusive figure looking for excuses to vent the ire of an abandoned, scorned lover or an unsuccessful parent. We needed an adult here and I hated the fact that it had to be me.

I exhaled.

"There goes another shit." I said plainly but feeling my tone changing quickly. "Do you know who's the idiot who gets to replace anything here? Do you know how much that costs ME?"

I sound like a fucking parent these days, and I feel so old... and I'm just twenty... twenty one today for fucks sake! I hate that feeling, just as much as I hate the responsibility. Much to Joanie's chagrin I simply turned and went back to where we came from with my sister pleading in a quiet voice, sounding almost desperate. It didn't matter, her school reputation won't help me pay the bills or replace whatever these fuckers break, I went in and said in a gruff voice: "Get out of here this instant!"

I could hear the motherfuckers muttering, some of them even starting to stand to look at me menacingly or astounded.

"What the hell man?" Some said. "Yeah, what's the problem? It's our night out!" "Yeah man, we've just won!"

´Yeah man, and the girls are putting up tonight!´ I found myself thinking. I glare down at Joanie, my foot and three quarters over her making her squirm and avoid my gaze.

"You don't get to tell us what to do. Right, Joan?" Some other idiot says, drunk by the sound of his voice and near plastered by the smell of his halitosis. The drunken Kodiak glares down at my sister, trying to coerce her into agreeing like I've done with some chicks before. And you know what? She stays there unmoved, like deciding between those idiots using her house like some thrash can and... fuck, now I understand parents!

"You're out." I say sternly. "The rest can stay if you sent that pile of garbage back to whatever fuckhole he came from."

"Daniel!" My sister yells at me, and everyone in the room looks like some devastating news have been exposed, like everyone in the team have been told they've been replaced in the team... like every motherfucker in the room's been said to pack they're shit, they're going to serve their country in the front lines of South Korea.

"Well?" I say louder.

"Joan!" The burly bear moans, demanding. Fucker must be a new addition to the team, or the school. I would have taken him under my wing and into the team if something that big walked the halls of Regina High school.

"Trent, shut it." a gruff voice said from within the muttering crowd. I know that voice. "You're drunk."

"You shut it!" This trent guy replied as a new, somewhat smaller, bear walks up to him and stares at him. But Trent would have that. What I saw next was the lot of guys in there move way and look dumbfounded as the two bruins struggled until, with a simple shove, the big kodiak got beaten and sat back down between two hot looking she-wolves. They immediately stand up and leave for their purses, I had to muffle a laugh.

"Who's that bastard anyway?" The beaten bruin asked pointing a messy finger at me, but I had enough of him, of them all.

"I own this house." I said simply. "And you're lucky I can't beat the crap out of your minor ass. Now get out of my property before I call the cops on you."

The majority got up and began to leave while others searched for things they might have left. This, strangely, made me remember mom and even though I still hate her guts to begin with, I start to understand the disgust she might have felt, the anger... the building desire to not care anymore, turn tail and leave this shithole forever, to forget it all forever.

I was angry at my sister for pulling this behind my back when I had to work away, even take double shifts to pay for all our expenditures, but maybe it had to do mostly with those guys being from the football team, their mere existence reminded me of what I had to give up for her sake... and yet she acts like it wasn't a big deal, like scholarships wait for you.

Damn it!

I turned back to the kitchen leaving the kids to see their way out... would you just hear that? Those guys out there were just two years younger than me and I was calling them kids, what the hell?

"How could you do that?!" Joanie cried out behind me, almost startling me.

"Easy, I just got up and told them to leave."

"I can't believe it!" She screamed like she was in physical pain.

"What gets me is that you brought them here behind my back, when I trusted YOU by leaving YOU here alone. Do you know what those bastards expect from girls in these situations?"

She paused then and looked down to the ground; that told me everything I need to know. She did know, maybe she was expecting it to happen maybe. That brought that bear trying to calm down things back in the living room into my head...

´Goddamn bastard.´

"Spoken like a true footballer." She muttered quietly, like that would go by me...

"Damn straight!" We locked eyes for a few seconds before she bolted out of the kitchen, towards the stairs and into her room. I heard her door slamming shut with a force I'm surprised she has.

Not gonna lie, I wanted to run up there and yell out my anger... and lock her windows with a chain and a padlock so she won't run away to her boyfriend like my ex did when we got caught at her house in a situation much like this... but I didn't, I didn't and you know why? Because I'm tired, disappointed and I wasn't sure I would do it all of that without trying to actually hit her. I'm so much like that... I go back to the living room unaware of my surroundings.

After a few moments, what amount to a few seconds, I stumbled onto the nearest couch and let myself fall on it with a deep sigh, I felt defeated. Things shouldn't have gone this way, things should've stayed like they were three years ago with a mother out of rehab and me going to college with a nice scholarship while giving the middle finger to mom as the buss took me far west.

That didn't happen though.

I became aware that the leather I sat on was sticky... and hoped it wasn't any kind of bodily fluid. I took a half empty bottle of beer from the coffee table in front of me and drank from it, not before relaxing and crossed my feet over said table.

"Sorry about that." Then he spoke. Fuck I hoped he was the first to go, and yet there he was... another bear to fuck with my patience.

"Why don't you go break your neck somewhere else, boy?" I said nonchalantly. "I'd offer the favor but I still have a damn year before you're bitch is legal and I can go rot somewhere else."

I don't know where that shit came from... I was angry ok? Don't judge... and jealous too, maybe.

"I didn't want to come, you know?" Mark said as he started to pick up bottles and glass shards from the carpet and threw them into a plastic bag. "We were just going to go to the movies but some of us were broke and..." And he trailed off.

I couldn't help but ogle a bit while he spoke... yeah, nice rump on my sister's fucker, but I've probably knew it before her after expending so much time with him in a locker room. I shook my head and distracted myself with the beer in my paws before any more thoughts coursed my head. "Who's the bear?"

"Wha...?"

"Don't play idiot, Mark." I said authoritatively, remembering my times on the team and how I would boss this guy around. "The new meat."

Mark sighs like contemplating telling me or not, he shrugs then and begins. "Tyler. I'm training him to take my position."

Right, he was senior this year....

"And?" I urged him on.

He fell silent then... I hated and will always hate that of him. How he would always fall silent with me yet he could speak so floridly with everyone else, I wanted to yell at him or to hit him in the face... but that would be assault nowadays.

Being an adult sucks balls.

"I don't know. He just transferred... he's in probation for a homophobic assault. He's a good player though."

"Fag hater, eh?" I said nursing my beer. Mark is no longer in sight and I don't turn my head to see where he went.

"Or something else..." The young bear let his words hanging.

I laughed my ass off. "Wishful thinking there, Marky?" I continued to laugh even after Mark stood in front of me looking offended.

I locked eyes with his, he's got something behind those brown orbs, something calming... alluring. Joanie said it when they were those innocent kids I took care of, and I've confirmed when he thanked me after I vouched for him into the team's defensive line. At the time he needed that vote from me but now... heheh, his being a 6''7' tall 300 pounds bear got his spot squarely saved, and his talent got it secured.

'Well...' I thought to myself. ´I've been legal guardian for three years... and an active parent for almost as much as I can remember, might as well act like one.´

"Mark, leave that bag and sit down." I said trying not to feel too old about it.

He looked confused with a hint of fear in there, almost as if he was being subject to triple practice or something.

I smiled fondly, could never stay mad at him if he was actually there for some reason... no, I knew the reason.

"Sit down Mark, we're gonna talk."

"O-ok." His voice trembled.

"For how long do we know each other Mark?" I asked looking around. The living room, although desecrated at the moment, still looked presentable, three big comfortable couches in front of a big flat screed that occupied most of the wall behind it and a set of gaming consoles plus a pile of games, all neatly stacked in a cool looking piece of furniture, the black wood of it contrasted well with that magenta-to-violet color Joanie decided she wanted for the lounge's walls. Yeah, it was as nice as it sounds. It was my pride and joy, the palace I build for me and Joanie... I've overlooked it for so long the memories of me and my sister playing video games together seemed so vague now.

"Dan?" A voice called for me. "...Dan?"

"Oh sorry, zoned out." I apologized. "Were you saying?"

"Nine years." He said. "We've known each other for nine years."

"Fuck... nine years. That's some fucking lot of time, huh?"

Mark snorted a laugh and nodded. "Pretty much half my life."

"Oh, yeah..." I said recalling memories, some fond, some harsh but he was there mostly in every one of them. Even in the hearing for Joanie's father's murder... he was a key element for her recovery, maybe that's what brought them together. I felt my paw clench and shake a bit. "Can't believe it... Time does fly."

"Can I ask you something, Dan?"

"Only if it's reciprocal." I said with a laugh.

"What happens after this year? I mean, after Joanie becomes eighteen."

´You'll get to fuck her senseless legally.´ I thought to myself. ´You bastard.´

I sighed before answering. "That's what I wanted to ask you, Mark. She's becoming a mirror of my mother and every day I see her she sinks deeper and I can't do shit about it. I should've let social services take her."

"But you said..."

"You said you'd try and help," I cut him before he can remind me of what I couldn't fulfill. "But you're doing nothing but help her off that path."

"It's not my doing, ok? I've been trying to get her to understand but she doesn't listen to me either. I'm her boyfriend in name only."

"And you expect me to believe that?" I couldn't help it, knowing HIM to be my sister's boy_friend always hit a soft spot, _HEARING it from HIM just burned it all.

"Dan, I'm being sincere. I've done nothing to her... we've talked and..."

"What? Decided to be celibate till marriage?"

"No, I mean... there was no penetration---"

"You've been fucking my daughter senseless, you motherfucker!" Only after seeing the face of shock on the bear sat in front of me did I realize what I said. I sat back down and tried to explain. "That's how I see it now, Mark, don't get any wrong ideas... I'd have to have fucked my own mother when I was like... three."

"I know." Was all the answer I had from him. I wanted more you know? No, maybe what I wanted was some sort of comfort, for him to tell me what I was doing wrong and help me fix it, or just to tell me I did good and... I don't know.

"I'm leaving one way or the other." I declared my intention straightforward, no hesitation. "Once she is a full pledged adult she will have to fend for herself. No more me around, she can become mom if she wants to."

Mark looked at me with a mixture of confusion and pain... he always looked cute when he was confused, how his rounded ears perked and fluttered how a little scowl formed in the bridge of his muzzle without taking that cubbish look he still retained, and those brown orbs of his... fuck! They looked almost lost wanting an answer that I felt compelled to give.

He shook his head lightly. "No, you don't want that." He said, trying to convince himself maybe. "You wouldn't leave her to that fate, you're not like that."

"Says you." I crossed my arms, daring him to question me again.

He closed his eyes and I regretted having spoken, but that's what Joanie and I had convened to, I would be gone in nine months and three days now -and counting. I was back today only because I wanted to celebrate the last birthday I would have here, with her... but what did I found? An orgy in the making.

Should've stayed with the guys, partying my ass off with Carl. I thought to myself.

Carl... fuck.

I heard Mark sigh. "I don't think you'll do that, man." He sounded so sure of himself it pained me to see the faith he had in me -the sucker. "No, you're the guy that would have her sister wrapped in his jacket and helping her do her homework while the others had a girlfriend to take to the movies and fuck senseless."

I smiled to that, if it were anyone else I would've told them to not get in my business, but he was there too. When mom would be too "busy" doing what she wanted to pick her daughter, when Joanie had to wait for me, Mark was there for her... a fourth grader cub and his Shepherd classmate doing homework in the benches while I busied myself with drill practice, or taking my sister with him and play nearby when the team and I were at the gym or had to take a shower. I was a guardian to him as much as to my sister -that is what his mother told me.

That memory warmed my heart, but I began to re-live some old memories I wanted buried. A hurt I wanted forgotten.

"It's all in the past, Mark. I need a future and I intent to carve it on my own." I stated. "Alone."

"But leaving her alone?"

"She's got you..." I offered bitterly, knowing very well my reasons.

She's got you and I don't so fuck off.

"I'm not gonna stay either." He said defeated, he eyes trained to the floor. "I got some offers, Dan. And I'm thinking which one I should take."

"In your place I'd take the one that'd take me the farthest from his hellhole." I spat out, I couldn't help it at all, here was this guy I've seen grow... I've helped grow, rubbing the fact he was fucking my only family left and squishing salt on the wound by saying he'll take the chances I had to give up to keep the woman he bedded within range.

I had enough. "I want you out of here, Mark." I said authoritatively again. "I'll be gone tomorrow so you can come back and be the big man here, bring your team along and make the orgy you wanted here where I'm sitting. Hell! You can break my TV too while you're at it, I won't be needing it anymore."

Mark looked at me different; it was a look so full of fear and indignity. I enjoyed it fully. He hesitated but went ahead. "What happened to you?" I bolted up and he jumped a little in his seat. "I mean, you've changed... it's never the same around you anymore."

I growled. "You're dating my sister, boy. We agreed that'd never happen."

"I-I know, and I'm sorry. It just happened. I know you must know." He said trying to gain back composure. "It's just... we're always together. It just felt natural."

"Just as natural as sliding your paw into that vixen's pussy?!"

I got him with that, I've saw him do it while I was trying to find Joanie between the many furs polluting the house... right before someone told me she was in the kitchen, making sandwich... making sandwich for him while he busied himself cheating on her!

His rounded ears almost dissapeared on his head, his eyes avoided mine.

"I... was, I was just..."

I knew what was happening there, the sent of female sex is sometimes just too much to pass on, I knew it was, but when it's your sister's boyfriend doing it you can't help but feel betrayed...

´Would he do the same if he were with me?´I hated myself for thinking that, for even thinking that.

"Shut up Mark." I closed my eyes before offering his last chance. "Shut up and get out."

"Dan listen please, it's diferent with your sister. We were always together and..."

"We were always together too but nothing happened!" I blurted out, I had had enough.

Mark looked at me surprised... confused again, he looked so cute and if I wasn't that angry I might have kissed him right then and there. "If you don't get out now I'll call the police and have you arrested for trespassing and vandalizing." I said. "Now go!"

Mark didn't move. I've outed myself and I didn't care. He didn't move so I did the moving for him. I threw him out and closed the door behind him, ten minutes later I heard his car leave the street and the rumbling fade away in the distance.

Does omitting information to someone count as lying? In truth it does, but my guess is a simple no for this case. I had discussed my leave with Joanie for a few years now, even before I had gotten my scholarship offers... she would always ask me to take her with me and I'd always agree to it, but then she started to change, and as she became more and more aware and more and more pretentious and vain, her vision for the future changed... and I didn't know what to do, it went the worst direction it could when I finally told her I didn't want her to date Mark and she told me he was hers and not mine. To this day I don't know if she knew I craved for a relationship with her friend but what I do know is that I changed that day too.

Now I know we cannot keep our paths together, we agreed on me leaving the house and every right I might have on it plus some of the money I had saved for my college tuition, of course this was before I had to stay here as a mother replacement and rot in a dead end job, underpaid and overworked.

I'll keep my word though, I'll be gone from this fucking town with my head high, giving all I have before I leave, knowing I did what I could. I'm not her parent and she'll have enough money to do as she please for a year or so, if she doesn't dunk it.

She'll have her dad's insurance money at twenty-one too so if she makes it alive she'd be fine for a few years.

But I'll be gone... and I hope to not have a reason to return.

I'll be gone... in nine months from now.