Brotherly Love - Prologue Part 1 - Kris
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youkeyh for my wonder banner!Title: Brotherly Love
Author:
mhobbs0430 Pairing: Adam/Kris
BETA:
wizardesslyn Word Count: 1181
Rating: NC-17/R for the whole story
Disclaimer: This never happened, just in my imagination, based on real people, I don't own them..
Warnings: underage sex, m/m sex, mention of underage prostitution and child abuse/neglect
Summary: Kris has been in the same foster family since he was three. He's a very happy, well adjusted child, but beginning to feel different. Adam is a troubled teen, in and out of group and foster homes and on the street, forced to do things, no child should ever have to go through. This is the story of them. A Kradam Love Story.
A/N: Brotherly Love, I struggled with this name, but kept going back to it because it fits.
This is a lot different that anything else I've written, a lot of angst. It will break your heart at times, it did mine, but bear with me, it definitely get's better and happier and eventually sexier.
I have no idea how long it will be, at least 40+ chapters. I'll try and update twice a week.
I hope you enjoy it, please comment, it makes me happy.
A very special Thank you to wizardesslyn, for all of your help, I know I bug the crap out of you, lol.
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Prologue Part 1 - Kris's Story
Kristopher Allen-Martin was just your average normal kid. He lived in a house in the suburbs with two parents and an older brother and sister. At least that’s how they made him feel. They were actually his foster family. Kris had lived with the Martins since he was three years old, after his parents had died in a car crash. Somehow, Kris had survived the crash. There was no one to take little Kris, so he ended up in the foster care system. Since he was very young, he was picked up immediately by a very nice family. They had two other children, Brent who was eight and Chelsey who was ten. That was nine years ago.
Kris doesn’t remember his real parents, he was too young. He doesn’t even remember the crash, although right afterwards, the social worker insisted that he go into therapy. To suffer a tragedy at that young age can have a huge effect on a child’s development, both physically and emotionally. He stayed in therapy for 5 years, and even now, he has a yearly check up with the psychiatrist. Fortunately for Kris, he has a huge support system in his foster family and has grown up extremely well adjusted and happy. The Martins all treat Kris as though he were one of them. They are his family.
Kris lives in Conway, Arkansas and he goes to Middle School. They live in a middle class neighborhood in a nice house with a yard on a cul-de-sac. In the summer, the neighborhood has barbeques and block parties. All of the children play together. It’s a great place to grow up.
Kris’s foster brother and sister are older than him, but they treat him just like their little brother, teasing and all. Chelsey is nineteen and in college. She comes home only on weekends and acts like a second mother to Kris. Brent is seventeen and a junior in high school. He’s a busy guy, but tries to make time for his little ‘brother’, Kris. He taught Kris how to throw a ball and swing a bat and still plays catch with him whenever he can.
Kris had just turned thirteen years old and was in the seventh grade. He was really good in math and science and loved writing. He played the viola in his school’s orchestra, but he was also learning to play the guitar at home, which he loved the most. He liked sports and played on a community baseball team. Kris had a lot of friends from both school and church and he liked to play video games. His best friend, Cale lived next door. They’d known each other since kindergarten.
Kris developed an early love of music. He enjoyed listening to his older siblings playing the radio and their CD’s and he loved rock music. His foster parents bought him his first acoustic guitar at age eight and this year, they finally bought him an electric guitar. Brent had taught him to play and Kris would stand on the couch and jam on Beatles songs with his little amp.
Kris’s foster family goes to church. They are not fanatics or anything, but they wanted to bring up their children, all of them, in a loving, Christian home. Kris likes to play his guitar in the church choir and also sing. On Saturday’s, Kris would go with the youth group to the nursing home nearby and play for the folks living there. It made him feel good to do something for others.
Up until now, Kris thought he was a totally normal kid. That was until a couple of the boys in his class caught Kris looking at them in the shower after gym class. He hadn’t meant to, he just did. They started teasing Kris, calling him a fag and gay boy. It didn’t really go anywhere, Kris had a lot of friends who defended him, and he wasn’t a push over either and had defended himself pretty well. Pretty soon it died down and everything was back to normal; for a while. However, Kris was starting to wonder why some of the boys were starting to talk about girls and things and he just wasn’t interested. He had friends that were girls, a lot of friends that were girls, but…
Kris almost talked to Brent about it one day, but when he went into his room, Brent was talking to some girl on the phone and he was getting all weird. Kris closed the door and decided to quit thinking so much.
One afternoon, Kris was walking home from school and a car slowed down and began following Kris. “Hey there cutie, want a ride?” The driver asked. Kris shook his head and started walking faster. The driver followed and continued yelling out the window. “Hey, you’re pretty cute, you sure?” Kris turned around and saw the driver, he was a teenage boy. “Stop”, Kris yelled, and he ran off. Running home, Kris couldn’t help thinking that the boy in the car was cute, too. He pushed that thought right out of his head.
Kris got home, out of breath and ran into the house and locked the front door, panting.
“What’s the matter, sweetie?” Kris’s ‘mom’ asked him, pulling out a chair at the kitchen table where she had placed a small plate of cookies and a glass of milk.
“I’m ok, mom. It’s just…” Kris looked nervous.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” His mom sat down next to him and stroked the top of his head.
“Nothing, I just got scared.”
“Of what?” Mom looked concerned.
“I just thought someone was following me, but I ran off. I was probably mistaken.” Kris shrugged his shoulders as he dipped his cookie in his milk.
“Following you, we should report it.” Kris’s mom went to reach for the telephone.
“NO, I’m sure I was mistaken. Ok mom?”
“Ok baby. I’ll let it go, but you let me know if it ever happens again.”
“I will mom. I love you.”
“I love you too, Kristopher.” She gave Kris a peck on the cheek and hugged him.
Kris just wanted be left alone, he had a lot of homework and he just wanted to think.
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The next couple of months flew by and soon it was April. The weather was getting warmer and baseball season was starting. Kris couldn’t wait to get back with his team. They played together in the fall and spring, but the winter was long, and Kris was just really excited to get back on the field. He thought about his teammates, one in particular, Ethan, the pitcher. His mind stayed there a little too long, and he blushed, realizing that his penis was getting hard. He tried to shake it off, and went outside to practice batting.
Cale saw Kris outside, and came over to join him. “Kris”, he yelled.
“Oh hey Cale, wanna swing with me?” Kris replied, taking a huge swing with his bat..
“Sure, Kris.”
Yeah, Kris was just a normal kid. ‘Right’, he thought to himself.
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Date: 2011-05-22 07:51 pm (UTC)I seriously love betaing for you :)
And I LOVE the name...I'm glad you
decided to go with it 'cause it sooo
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Krissy....poor baby!
xoxo
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Date: 2011-05-22 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-05-22 11:42 pm (UTC)*runs to next part* <333333
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Date: 2011-05-23 12:01 am (UTC)Thank you so much. Glad you like it so far, bb. muah.
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Date: 2011-05-23 01:49 am (UTC)Onto Adam's story
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Deb <333
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Date: 2011-05-23 01:53 am (UTC)I'm writing chappie 29 right now and the end is nowhere in sight yet. lol.
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Date: 2011-05-26 07:59 pm (UTC)Off to Adam's part!
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Date: 2011-05-26 09:16 pm (UTC)Hey! :D
Date: 2011-11-19 11:58 pm (UTC)This is only the first prologue and I'm already hooked. I love it! X"3
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