THUNDER

Chapter 1 : Thunder

I was named Oliver By birth. Oliver Henry Claxton. I became ashamed of this name; somewhere around my growing up. I grew up just like any other kid around me. Had a mother and a father and life seemed perfect. it was like... this is how life was meant to be. When I got to the age of eight,All my parents did was work. I hardly ever seen them anymore So I was always in someone else care. Constantly meeting new teenagers or old ladies that were willing to give me a simple meal, watch me wash up, and go to bed. In particular They hired a red haired, freckle faced girl. She chomped on bubble gum all day smacking her lips with big round scarlet colored mouth and hazel eyes that brought out the freckles sprinkled all over her face. Her name was Deanna. She dressed in style and wore baggy sweats. She was cute and I think I crushed on her for the longest. She was scheduled this day in particular to work. My parents pulled out the drive way and there she was flipping though the channels and checking on the food every five minutes. I sat on the couch to watch her favorite show "Buffy the Vampire slayer" I wasn't that much of a fan but i loved to pretend I was into it, just for her. There was a certain time of night were it was time for me to go to bed so she could have spiritual time with herself. I laid in bed not tiered at all but wondering what was going on down stairs. I looked at my ceiling and could hear mumbling and singing down stairs. I silently got out of bed and crept down the stairs to see what was all the noise. I peaked and seen her laying on the floor in the center of a star she had brought with her some type of cloth with a big star on it. She was dancing and listening to creepy chanting music. She seen me and st-aired at me shocked and My heart felt like it was going to fall though my stomach. I ran up the stairs hoping she couldn't ketch up to me. She called me down and I shut my eyes shut like if i closed them tight enough everything would go back to normal. I seen my door open slowly and she poked her head in asking me to join her down stairs. I took a deep gulp and sprung myself out of bed closing my bedroom door behind me. She made me sit down in-front of the circle and touched my forehead. "WELCOME OLIVER, you may know me normally as your baby sitter but Spiritually my name is flower. I am a flower, I bloom just as such a flower does and i am vibrant like the colorful flower. You my sir shall have a name too. She paused for a moment and looked up placing her index finger thinking deep. "Hmm, How about Thunder??! I choose this name Because I feel that you will be a man so breath taking and memorizing you will be a saint to many and something everyone wants. You will also be faced with shame" I was scared at this point and I didn't understand anything this gorgeous beautiful, oh so beautiful bitch was saying but I didn't care. She slapped me. She called it " getting rid of the Oliver".
Every night after that she would then molest me every day, till I was filled with tears. She called this once again "taking the Oliver out of me."She would even bring in friends and they would partake on this together. They began to not just molest but the guys she brought over started to even rape me. She became Permanent and I don't know why my parents chose her, but maybe its not because they chose. Maybe she chose to stay, maybe she was the only one who wanted to stay. When I turned 12 Mom decided I didn't need a baby sitter anymore and she was ready to fire the red headed bitch from hell. So she did just that. She had ruined me. I knew this. I refused my name. I was also obsessed. I was turning into a thirteen year old boy who had been already fucked, dunk, drugged beaten and taking the rest of his soul out of. I wasn't Oliver anymore I was Thunder. I was obsessed with her, Deanna. She was cool, to me anyways. She went to rock concerts, she had older friends. She smoked, drank did drugs wore leather and tight skirts and filled her face with cheap makeup. She was into both boys and girls and was popular with both. I photos of her all over my school binders and under my pillow. I loved her with every piece of my demented, bastard heart. She wasn't my baby sitter anymore and so now I would see her less. We made plans to meet at some old abandoned house with a group of her friends and I said i'd come. They wanted to just mess around and play with the spirits and paranormal. We all gathered up, me her and three of her guy friends named Adam, Lane and Conner also some girl named Claire. We walked into the old abandoned house and it was dark. They started to drink. I staired at them and walked around looking at the broken glass on the windows and snapped wood. They kept on drinking and Adam dropped down his book