Touched by Those Around Him

[DarkledMind]

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It was the beginning of the school year, the time in between summer and fall when the air is still warm and refreshing as the air sweeps in from the sea. But the trees are beginning to falter in their step, and the flowers aren't blooming as strongly. It was sill hot though, and Bruce's brow sweated lightly even as he sat at the base of the tree.


He never thought he would move back to southern California, but after his parents passed away, he had a house within walking distance of the beach. And Bruce couldn't resist being able to go to his old romping grounds, seeing how much things had changed in the nearly twenty years since he had been gone. With his new teaching job as well, he found it a treat to be able to go back and teach at his old school. It was all the same, the bricks that rain had stained over the decades and this tree, a large willow with a base bigger than you could wrap your arms around, sitting in the middle of the field.


Bruce sighed, letting the breeze wash over him, tousling his curls playfully in the afternoon sun. He smiled and let his dark eyes wander to the right blue sky that was sharp against the faded adobe outlines of the houses that settled like the weary bones of an old animal. It was extremely quiet and still except for the of the breeze whistling through the tree and around the bone-white buildings.


The one thing he did not like about this school was the damn "blocking" schedule. Students had 8 classes as per the requirements of the state, but they had four classes one day and then four classes the next. This means classes are two and a half hours instead of forty five minutes and breaks were less frequent. He groaned at the thought of having to put up with some of those damn students for two and a half hours. but he was going to distract himself with a good book and his glass of ice cold tea that was collecting condensation.

 

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Lucas was woken up early in the September morning by his father. It was that time of year when the nights got a little colder but the days stayed just as hot as the summer.


Dale, Lucas's father, tugged back the sheets on his son's bed and smiled at his son. Lucas tried to pull the covers over his head but they were already resting at his sleep. Lucas rubbed the sleep from his eyes and his father sat next to him on the bed.


"How's my little boy this morning?" The older man asked as he rubbed Lucas's back between his shoulder blades.


"I'm 15 dad," Lucas said. He didn't like when his father touched him anywhere because he knew that those chaste touches would lead to lust filled ones later on.


"You still wear diapers Lucas...how can you tell me you're not a little boy when you still wet the bed," his father said as he laid Lucas on his back to grab the changing supplies. Lucas was embarrassed and ashamed by the fact that he still had accidents at night but he blamed his father. Lucas had read online somewhere that stress could lead to bedwetting in older children. His father stressed him out non stop.


Lucas knew his father was getting restless. He could feel the man's lustful desires building up inside him, it was only a matter of time before those feelings boiled over and Lucas would be molested again. Lucas could feel his father's firm hands pull down his pajama bottoms. Lucas zoned out during the change. His father took his time touching and cradling every part of his son's nether regions as he wiped them down and applied the lotion. Lucas really didn't want to remember that. Lucas's father dressed him wanting to feel his son's soft skin against his own. Lucas allowed the man to dress him in his white briefs and school uniform not wanting to upset him. Lucas hated how angry and violent his father became when he was upset. Lucas's father clapped his boy on the ass and ushered him downstairs to where breakfast had already been prepared.


Lucas ate his pancakes and drank his glass of milk without protest. He was hungry and food was food.


"Are you excited to start your first day of school?" Dale asked his son as he took a sip of his coffee. Lucas nodded.


"Yes daddy," Lucas said. He hoped that this year would be better. He was dreadfully shy and that made him a target for bullies. He wasn't looking forward to school but he did hope that it would get a little better this year.


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[DarkledMind]

Bruce watched with a small but calculating eye as students began to wander onto the campus. He could see the wide-eyed freshmen holding their thick packs and binders to their chests, intimidated by the old buildings that moaned on windy days. He could also see the seniors, their eyes rimmed with black and their shoulders slumped forward. A frown crossed his plump lips and turned to a snarl. No one wanted to be there; School was sapping the life from them.


With a heavy body he stood, bones beginning to moan from age and stress. These kids looked like they had seen things that their young and playful minds shouldn't have already experienced. So with a new purpose, Bruce Rosenfelt began walking forward. No one needed this pain in their life, this dread of returning to some place that was supposed to be safe. By one small step at a time, he was going to change the system.


He sat down in his classroom after stopping and giving bright smiles and instructions to some students. For the past three weeks he had spent his spare time in flea markets that littered San Diego to find things to make this classroom his. It was highly decorated, but in a way that was inviting and comfortable, as well as distracting. Even though he was in a classroom with large windows that had a fantastic view, he believed in the power of the day dream. Enticing pictures of India and hidden valleys in Australia was the perfect way to lose yourself.

 

[wonderboy1234]

Lucas's father patted his only child's little bottom as he and his son left the house. The man opened the door of his forrest green pickup truck and helped Lucas up into the passenger seat. Lucas buckled himself in as his father got in the car and did up his seatbelt. Before his father put the key in the ignition he looked over at Lucas.


"You have everything?" The man asked his son. Lucas nodded and patted the canvas backpack at his feet.


"Yup," the boy said with a genuine smile.


"Good to hear," Lucas's father said smirking a bit. The man started the truck and they started the long drive into town. Lucas arrived at school with barely enough time to say goodbye to his dad, get out of the truck, head to his locker, and get to class. Somehow Lucas managed to get to class on time. His first period was he had Bruce's class.


Lucas was one of the last kids to show up. When he entered the classroom all the kids were already talking to amongst each other. The boy held his head down to avoid detection as he found a place to sit near the back corner of the classroom. Lucas looked around and noted all the posters. This teacher was new but at least he seemed normal, so far. Lucas rested his head on his desk to stay out of his classmates's hair while they talked to each other.


He was barely in there for 3 minutes before someone started talking about him, remembering Lucas was the awkward antisocial kid. They were laughing and making jokes about him retelling rumors and stories they'd heard about things he'd done. Eventually one of them even joked that Lucas would be the most likely to shoot up the school which was bullshit, the boy was too terrified of everything to even bring a gun to school. What would be the consequences of that? They were too high for Lucas to even think about. All he knew was if he actually pulled the trigger the consequences would be 100 times worse.


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