The Boy Who Cried Help

Chapter 1

Okay everyone. This is a new story I wrote. This part is pretty graphic but I promise the whole story won't be this intense. I only categorized it as horror because the event the story revolved around is horrific. There's not going to be a murderer in every chapter trying to get you! If you don't want to read the sexually explicit scene, don't let that keep you from reading the story. Enjoy!

The Boy Who Cried Help

Prologue

I came out of the gym like I did every day since that day three years ago. From five to seven in the morning, I was consumed by weightlifting, bench-press, the treadmill, and self-defense. I pushed myself until I literally couldn't stand anymore.

I found out my limits and surpassed them as much as humanly possible. When I felt like I couldn't go on any longer, was when I would push even harder. I can't even tell you how many times I've passed out here. I even had my own parking space.

But all of this was because of one night. I promised myself, I would never be that person anymore and I would never go back to being the scared little innocent boy I was because that cost me something I would never get back.

Chapter 1

"Aiden Samuel Palmer!" my mother called me for the second time. I know that if she got to a third, my ass would be toast. I chucked off my headphones and turned off my Xbox. I ran down the stairs not at all looking forward to what was to come. I couldn't think of anything that I had done recently that would warrant her calling me by my full name. Hmm.

I picked up my dirty clothes off of the floor, I didn't leave my homework out, I didn't leave my electric guitar laying around, I didn't get in trouble at scho-oh crap, school. My mother looked positively pissed with one hand on her hip and the other squeezing her cell phone so tight, I thought it would break.

"What's up mom," I said trying to play it coolly on the slim, microscopic chance that the school hadn't called her and told her what I did. It looked like she was about to bust a vein. "Why has the school called me and said that you were caught making out with Sarah McAllister, in the chemistry lab?" Yeah, that. I was only fourteen and a freshman in high school but that doesn't mean sat all idle at school becoming some sad little background piece of furniture.

For a freshman, I was pretty hot. You might think I'm being cocky but with dark hair and green piercing eyes, it seems the girls can't get enough of me. Yeah, I still haven't grown fully into a defined body but hey, I'm still young! Although, Sarah is a senior so I can see why my mom might be a little upset about us getting funky at school."I'm a guy, I have needs!" I complained to my mom trying to get her to see the light. Wasn't she a teenager once?

She rolled her eyes and I saw her anger melt away. I'm such a momma's boy. My parents were still married and loved each other but my dad worked longer hours so I didn't get to see him as much. So the time most boys would be spending playing sports and learning how to work on cars with their fathers I was spending time cooking specialty foods in the kitchen and learning how to play the electric guitar. I can't say that I regret it too much because now I can cook extremely satisfying food to pig out on and impress the ladies.

Guess I really didn't my dad to help me in that department. I was brought from my thoughts when my mom said "You're not going to be let off that easy. Here," she said handing me a piece of paper. I glanced at it and groaned. It was a grocery list. "Now get going, I want you to be back by seven, I have dinner to make!" I sighed as I took the money from her hand, went to the front door, slipping on my converse and heading out the door.

There was a Wal-Mart conveniently located less than fifteen minutes in walking distance away from our house. I really wanted to go back to my Xbox so I decided to take a shortcut shaving off at least five minutes of my journey. Instead of going all the way around a building, I cut to the back and made way to the alley. I had only been this way once and that was in the morning one of the first weeks we had moved in the neighborhood.