Saving Tracy [M]

[Fluffy]

Hey all! I think I'll share the story I am writing on Quizilla on here too! Or maybe I'll only write it here, who knows xD Anyhow, hello all and I hope you enjoy this!

Important Information

Love is a difficult thing to figure out. Especially when you are still trying to figure out yourself and the world. I believe that it is because of this that many high school relationships, don't go the way they should. Often times high schoolers are abused by their partners, physically, emotionally, or sexually, and a lot of times one comes with the others.

"1 in 3 teenagers report knowing a friend or peer who has been hit, punched, kicked, slapped, choked or physically hurt by their partner. (Liz Claiborne Inc. study conducted by Teenage Research Unlimited; February 2005.)"

"1 in 4 teenage girls who have been in relationships reveal they have been pressured to perform oral sex or engage in intercourse. (Liz Claiborne Inc. study conducted by Teenage Research Unlimited; February 2005.)"

"More than 1 in 4 teenage girls in a relationship (26%) report enduring repeated verbal abuse. (Liz Claiborne Inc. study conducted by Teenage Research Unlimited; February 2005.)"

Sadly, many girls who get into abusive relationships either don't believe that their partner is doing anything wrong, they think they have brought it on themselves, or they can't gather the courage to leave the relationship.

"If trapped in an abusive relationship, 73% of teens said they would turn to a friend for help; but only 33% who have been in or known about an abusive relationship said they have told anyone about it. (Liz Claiborne Inc. study conducted by Teenage Research Unlimited; February 2005.)"

"Nearly 80% of girls who have been physically abused in their intimate relationships continue to date their abuser.(Liz Claiborne Inc. study conducted by Teenage Research Unlimited; February 2005.)"

Things can go too far with teenagers, especially when emotions are drawn so taught by angst and stress. More problems araise from a lack of communication between teens and their parents and friends.

"Less than 25% of teens say they have discussed dating violence with their parents. (Liz Claiborne Inc. study of teens 13-17 conducted by Applied Research and Consulting LLC, Spring 2000)"

My story follows Justin, a normal high school boy, as he discovers that what he always figured was something that only happened in other schools comes right to him. For more information about abusive teenage relationships, and to see more statistics, visit www.teensagainstabuse.org. Thank you T.E.A.R for the statistics.

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Prolouge;; Through Her Eyes

She sat on his bed, hoping that tonight he wouldn't yell, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she hadn't done anything wrong today.

She always did something wrong.

"Where were you at lunch?" He asks, glaring at her from a foot or so away, his relaxed position on the bed on betraying the cold anger his voice held.

She had been at the nurse's, again, getting her wrist treated after he had twisted it while grabbing her in the hall, yet she knew better then to tell him that. The last time she had told him that she had shown the nurse her bruises in hope of an ice pack, he had left twice as many on her that night.

"I-I was in class, my teacher decided we'd go to last lunch today." She stuttered slightly at first, betraying her nervousness, though the lie was near the truth, her teacher had said they might have last lunch, but the rest of the class had argued against it and he had given in.

"Oh really?" He asked, narrowing his eyes, sounding as if he meant it, but looking as if he suspected her.

She nodded her head. If she changed her story now he'd be sure to yell, or worse.

"Then why did I see Jacob at his usual table?" his voice held a deadly edge and she stiffened.

Her lie was caught as well as if she had just changed her story, but it was worse because he knew she had tried to lie without giving it up. She didn't say anything, her fear started to raise within her.

"Where were you at lunch today?" He growled now, anger becoming visible in his stiffening body.

She didn't answer, she couldn't, anything she said now would trap her, and that is exactly how she felt. Trapped.

"Wher were you!" He shouted at her, now fully sitting up, fist clenched and his veins on his neck starting to throb out visibly the way they did when he was angry.

"I-I" she started to stammer, but he wasn't looking for a real answer now as he roughly pinned her down to the bed and started making his asumptions.

"You were with someone else weren't you!" He spat at her as she felt fearful tears stinging at her eyes.

She shook her head quickly, too quickly. He thought it a denial and dug his fingers into her wrists, prodding her to tell her who it was.

"I-I was at the nurse's" She admitted in a barely audiable whisper, her voice choked out by the weight of his body as he had moved on top of her to better pin her down.

"What! Why?" He growled, though his fingers loosened a little and his weight shifted a bit more towards his legs.

She took the moment of let up to explain herself, though not as a complete truth. "I tripped on the ramp after seeing you in the hall and twisted my wrist catching myself!" She siad, careful not to put any blame on him.

She got what she wanted, his fingers let up and he supported his own weight, though he still remained holding her down and on top of her.

"Geesh! Why do you have to be such a clutz!" He asked, as if it were a crime against him personally to have to date someone so uncoordinated and she felt the twinge of guilt she always got. The twinge that told her it was her fault.

His voice lightened up then though. "Don't worry me honey. I love you too much to lose you to some other guy and when you run off somewhere without telling me it worries me. Don't you know that?"

She nodded her head feircely, glad to see her beloved back in his better moods of caring and worry. Now if only she could go home and finish her studying for that test tomorrow, but he had other plans. He always had other plans.

Almost as soon as she had aknowledged his worrying as a sign of his love, he brought him mouth down on hers, pressing hard against her lips with his own, then thrusting his tongue forward into her mouth. She tried to resist, she wasn't in the mood for this, but he noticed her resistance and stopped, then glared down at her. "Don't you want to apologize for worrying me? Don't you love me?"

"I do but-" She started, but he cut her off.

"Then let's do it. You know Chazz and Lanna do it almost every night and you don't see Lanna complaining. that's cause she loves him. So if you love me, you'll do the same."

She gave up, she nodded stiffly and let him continue to kiss her, moving her own tongue when he bit it to make it move. His hands were cupping her breasts roughly, adding to the greenish and yellow bruises that were still there from last time. She winced and he took it as a sign to pull her shirt off, probably assuming the fabric of her tight shirt was pulling at her skin.

She didn't fight him in any way. Shehad long ago given up the fight. He was right, she was always wrong. Always lying and messing things up and never being considerate of his love for her, nor showing him any love in return. The least she could do was let him use her body, so use her body he did.

[kcb500]

Creepy. You're writing is really good though, the story just gives me the shivers because it's so true. I want this story rated M though. It has Sexual themes in it. The last 2 paragraphs are my only issue.

[Fluffy]

Chapter 1;; So Much For Spanish

"So Spanish was too hard for you? Well how about French then?" The councilor looked up from her papers towards the teenage boy in front of her to notice that he was staring off into space at a picture of her daughter she kept on her desk. It was from a trip to the beach and her daughter was in a skimpy bikini. Mrs.Burget frowned as she turned her picture so that it was out of his view.

"Mr. Mathews, what am I to do with you! Are you taking high school seriously or not?! If you don't get at least a credit of a language you aren't going to graduate!" Mrs.Burget sighed after her little out break, but left time for the young man to try and explain for himself.

"I've still got next year. It isn't like I'm a senior yet." Justin said as he looked for something else to stare at. He rested his gaze on the poster next to the clock that had a picture of a baby on it and read, "Having sex doesn't make you an adult, but it could make you a baby. " He smirked, as if he'd be so stupid as to not use a condom if he ever got the chance to do a girl.

"Mr.Mathews, I don't think you get it! Wouldn't it just be easier to get it over with now? A lot of colleges would prefer you had two credits anyways! I'm not giving you a choice in this, you are going to take French, but I will ask you to at least try to pay attention." She paused thinking of something to try and bait him. "After all, French is the language of Romance."

"Actually they say French is the language of love. It is also a Romance language in the sense that it was derived from the roman language just like Italian and Spanish." Justin said, spinning his chair around and sitting back down, resting his arms on the chair's back and his chin on his arms.

"See! You're a smart boy Justin! That is why we worry about your grades so much! You could go far in life if you'd only pay attention in class and do the homework."

Justin sighed. He had heard this a million times now and he was starting to wonder if they told everyone that or if he really was special. He didn't care for either answer. He didn't think he was anything special, and neither did the girls. His brown hair, brown eyes, and short height didn't really attract the girls well, and when it came to actually talking to them... well...

"Alright, I'll try." He said, righting his chair again and sitting up straight, hoping she would think she was finally getting to him. As usual his trick worked.

"Thank you, Justin! That is all that we ask is that you try!" She said, scribbling a room number and note onto her sticky notes she used so often. After signing it she handed it to him and winked. "Go on down to this room and get settled in. Today you start French. Hopefully you'll be able to catch up the two weeks you've missed.

Justin nodded and pretended to smile as he took the note, looking at the room number in mild interest. The note said Room 153 on it. That meant it was near the cafeteria. Maybe he would try a little, since it was this hour at which the classes went in shifts to lunch. As he left the offices he hoped that French class had first lunch, even though he knew that would mean he'd missed today's lunch already.

When he reached the class room in question though, it was empty. At first he figured the councilor had written the wrong number, but then he realized that there were papers and backpacks on and under the desks. So French class had second lunch? Not too bad actually then and as he had thought he would be able to he could get to the cafeteria from here with only a few steps and going down the half stairs.

As he entered the cafeteria he looked around for anyone he knew, but he already knew all his friends had first and fourth lunch. They had joked about it a lot, the fourth lunchers growling playfully at the first lunchers. It had actually been the late lunch distracting him the most from his Spanish class. How could he learn to roll his "r"s when his stomach was doing a better job then he was at it?

Justin snickered to himself as he went through the mostly empty line, he was late enough to lunch that most of the line had died down, then he sat down and ate the food. He didn't get the cartoons, school food wasn't that bad. Sure it wasn't good like mom's home cooking or whatever, but it wasn't his mother's cooking either. He much preferred it to the burnt or goo-ified food his mother prepared when she felt like it.

After he finished eating his lunch he through out his trash and placed the plastic tray back on the pile in the serving area to be washed for the next day's lunches.

Sitting back down at the empty end of the table he had sat at he looked around for something to stare at, or more accurately, someone. He spotted the jock's table and looked around at their cheerleader or model girlfriends. One of the jocks, someone he somewhat respected for having good grades as well as being good at football, sat next to a girl he had never seen before. He eyed her slowly.

She was fairly pretty, well kept brownish gold hair falling over her pale face down to border just around her good sized chest. He couldn't tell her eye color from her, especially since she wasn't looking at him, but rather down, but he decided they'd probably be green or brown. Altogether she wasn't bad, and good enough by far for him to watch for the last few minutes of lunch before the bell rang.

When the bell did ring he was surprised to see that, rather then the jock taking his and her tray as he had suspected, he left the girl to pick them up by herself and take both to the stacks.

'Sucks to be her.' Justin thought as he headed back to his new class room among the rest of the flood of kids.

Inside the class room he handed the note he had been keeping in his pocket to the teacher who read it then pointed him to a seat near the back of the room.

Just as he sat down and faced back towards the front of the room, the girl he had seen at lunch came in through the door, watching her feet shyly as she headed to her seat in the front of the room, two rows over from Justin. He wondered if his heart was pumping out of surprise at the coincidence, or if he was getting horny again.

Before he got the chance to get a hold of himself again class had begun and the teacher was calling on people to read out the french translation of the words written on the board, things like the color blue and the word cheese.

"Tracy! Would you care to translate number 13?" The teacher, Justin hadn't yet gotten his name, called out.

Justin wasn't paying attention until he noticed the direction at which the teacher had directed that question. It was towards lunch girl.

"Oh, um... Rouge?" She said in a very small, yet pretty voice. It made Justin want to lick her face for some strange reason.

'Is that a normal teenage reaction or am I starting to go insane? I'll look it up on the internet later.' He decided as the teacher lectured Tracy gently on the way to correctly pronounce the r, from the throat.

The rest of the hour was spent with Justin imagining what it might be like to get Tracy somewhere they could be alone together, his teenage mind focusing more on the idea of the feel of her breasts under his hands rather then really talking or anything else "romantic" like the girl shows always seemed to entail.

That night when he looked up the thing about licking her face, he decided he really must have gone insane. There was plenty about ass and feet licking, but nothing he could find about face.

'I need to get a real girlfriend...' he thought in bed just before he slipped off into sleep.

[Fluffy]

lawl. yeah, I wasn't sure if I should count those two out right or not. Alrighty then.

[jmc1800]

good story. but i agree with KCB it is creepy on how acurate it is.