Date: Fri, 25 Dec 2015 22:52:53 -0500
From: Randy Wade <randywadestory@gmail.com>
Subject: Hazard prolog chapter 1

This story is fictional though some events and places maybe be real the
characters and events surrounding them are completely fictional. The idea
for this story came loosely from the song hazard by Richard Marx

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HAZARD



Prolog

Most people have happy memories mixed with bad ones. Not me. Imagine
yourself in a burning room with no escape. The only thing you have to look
forward to is your last breath. That's my life.

I am not being melodramatic or emo. In all honesty even my good memories
are darkened and burned. They few and rare. They were always clouded by
sadness and cruelty.

I am not looking for sympathy or anything like that. I am just doing what I
was told to do by my therapist. Tell my story by writing it down. It's
supposed to help me deal with where I am.

Now where I am is hell. I won't tell you where right now. I have been here
for 9 months and have a lot more to go. In all truths I really no longer
care. I am just surviving life in despite of it.

Here is a little insight about me before I tell my story. My name is Noah
Mac Daniels. I am 20 years old, dark brown hair with green eyes. I am
exactly 6 feet tall. I have a great build, I have been working out since I
was 15. Oh yeah and I am gay.

I am not bragging but I am a good looking guy. That's what I am told not
what I feel. I honestly feel ugly. I told my therapist that but she says
that's what I feel about myself inside.

I no longer bother telling people that I don't belong here. They don't
believe me so I don't waste my breath I just survive and do what I am
told. IF I get through a day without being beaten into a bloody mess I
consider that a good day.

So that being said what you're going to read is my life as I remember it.
The bad, the ugly, and the hurt. Yeah it hurts. I'd say happy reading but
you know nothing happy about this. Unless you're the sadistic type that get
off on this type of shit.



HAZARD

CHAPTER 1


The drive to Hazard, Kentucky was took around three hours but to me seemed
shorter. Joe tried talking to me but I barely replied and when I did it was
one or two words. I felt as if I was being abandoned and thrown away
again. I knew deep down that Joe couldn't keep me. I knew he wanted too.
Unfortunately child serves had other plans. Even knowing this it didn't
change that feeling.

We drove through the town, before I knew it we were in the woods. Joe
pulled onto a gravel road and continued down about a half mile. The trees
gave way to an open area in the middle was an old one and half story farm
house. It was well kept with wood siding and shutters on the windows.  The
only thing wrong was that it needed some paint but to me everything was
wrong. Joe wouldn't be there. I was going to be with people I never met. I
felt the tears well up in my eyes.

As the trucked stopped in front of the house an older couple stepped out on
the porch. I felt the tears about to come but willed them away as best I
could. I did not cry. Men do not cry my mom would say when I did. That was
usually accompanied by a smack.

Joe got out of the truck and talked to the older people I knew were my
grandparents. They would glance at me sitting in the front seat where I
remained. I didn't want to get out. I didn't want to stay I wanted to stay
with Joe. He was my family.

Joe came back to the truck and opened the passenger door. "Time to meet
your grandparents Noah." I just looked at Joe and shook my head. I wasn't
ready I would never be ready. I felt if I met them Joe would disappear
forever from my life. I didn't want to stay here I wanted to go home."  I
cried.  For the first time in a long time I was crying. I hung on to Joe.
He just held me until it was over while my grandparents watched from a
distance. I felt him rub my back as I cried against. His chest. I felt like
everything that was against me in my life was boiling down to this moment
the final injustice.

Joe finally got me out of the truck and introduced me to my grandparents.
My grandmother was a plump woman, though not massive. She had dark hair and
stood all of 5' 6". My grandfather was tall like me, thin, wiry and had a
head of gray hair. They both had glasses. Though my grandmother had hers on
a chain around her neck and grandfather had his on the lower bridge of his
nose and looked over the top on them at me.

They both had ready smiles and seemed happy I was there. Grandmother was a
little reserved though. I think I remember Joe telling me that Grandmother
was a teacher or something.  I wasn't ready to trust them yet. Though I
knew that didn't matter. I was staying here whether I wanted to or not.

Joe and I unloaded the truck and put them in the room that was to be mine.
All except the weight set that grandmother told me to put in the barn off
to the right of the house. I didn't have much so it didn't take long. I
tried to make it longer just to keep Joe there for as long as I can.

Grandmother fixed us a nice lunch of fried chicken and potato salad. We sat
in the kitchen and talked. Well they talked I just listened. "Joe tells me
you're a good students with straight A's." grandmother said. Trying to get
me to talk. I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head yes.

"Noah I know your life hasn't been normal by any sense of the word and it
feels like everything is spinning in circles and out of control right now.
That being said we understand your quietness. However, when we ask you
something, we expect a verbal answer.  Not a shake of your head or a shrug
of the shoulders." Grandmother said.

How did she know what I was feeling right then? Granted she was right but
still she didn't know how I felt I wanted to scream at her, you don't know
what I feel. It was so quiet. I looked at both my grandparents. I knew I
had to answer.

"Yes Grandmother, yes Grandfather." I said looking down at my plate.  I
peeked up at Joe sitting across from me. I could tell from his expression
that he agreed with my grandmother.

"You don't have to be so formal Noah. Grandma and Grandpa will be just
fine." My grandmother, I mean Grandma, said with a chuckle.

We finished our lunch and I helped grandma clear the table as Joe and
Grandpa went out back and sat on the deck. Grandma and I scraped and loaded
the dishes into the dishwasher. Grandma talked and I answered as best as I
could about what classes I liked and stuff like that.

 I never minded doing the dishes or cleaning. Not like my mother had any
domestic inclinations to it. It was usually her I had to clean up after
anyway. I didn't do because of what people would say if they visited. There
was never any visitors. I just couldn't stand living in a pig sty and
wanted Joe to come home to a clean house.

 Not that I am a clean freak. I am after all a teenage boy, but if you had
my mom you'd be the same way. I was after all the adult of the house when
Joe wasn't home. Which was usually spaced out to maybe one week out of the
month.

As i wiped down the counter and table, Grandma filled a picture full of
lemonade and placed that along with four glasses on a tray and motioned for
me to follow her out to the deck in the back of the house. I held the door
as she walked out in front of me. I followed her. I jumped when the screen
door slammed shut behind me. I looked at grandma ready to apologize.

"Been a while since I heard that door bang shut like that. Know I know I
got teenager in the house again." She giggled. As she placed the tray of
lemonade on the little table near grandpa and Joe.

After another hour of talking with me joining in periodically when
addressed. Joe stood up and announced it was time for him to take his
leave. After shaking hands with my grandparents he asked me to walk him to
the truck.

We stood by the truck as Joe told me to be good form my grandparents and to
listen and keep up. My grades and to try to make friends. "You're beginning
a new life Noah. Take advantage of it. Go out for the football team or any
sport. Make friends. Try to be happy." He told me. I just looked at the
ground and kicked at the pebbles in the drive way.

 I felt tears but knew I wouldn't cry. I wasn't sad like that. I was
afraid. I didn't know what to expect or what my future to be now. Before
this I knew I'd get a low paying job and just exist like I did now. Now I
was expected to have to live. To have a life. What the fuck. I wanted to go
back with Joe and just exist. No expectations.

Joe opened the truck door. "I have one more thing for you Noah." He said as
reached into the back of the cab and pulled out a box that was labeled
"Gateway" with a cow pattern on the box. "I checked with you grandma and
there is internet so use this for more than looking at porn." He said with
a chuckle.

 I smiled as I back a put the box down. I gave him a big hug.  "I love you
Joe." I said not wanting to let go.

"I Love you too, Noah. In my heart you're my son but the law says
different." He let go of me and smiled again. I'll be back to visit and
check up on you. If I hear you been slacking I will not be a happy man." He
said as he got into the truck.

I watched as he backed up and turned the truck around. He waved before he
drove down the road. I watched the truck disappear. I felt that everything
that made me feel safe had just left. That only person who understood me
was gone forever. I knew he said he would visit but I still felt like I was
being swept away in a flood.

I turned and walked the front porch where grandma was waiting for me I
tried to smile but I didn't work. It just became a frown. I felt her put
her arms around me and felt for the second time tears begin to flow. I
hadn't cried since I was 7 and in less than four hours I cried twice.

 I felt so over whelmed with emotions that I had damned up and as cracks
appeared in that dam I patched them up. I guess the dam finally gave out
there was nothing left to patch. I was a boy pretending to be a tough
man. I had face the reality I was a teenage kid with nothing stable or
permanent in my life. The only thing that came close just drove off down a
dirt road.

"I know it hurts baby but you're going to be alright. Everything will get
better in time. Joe will be back to visit he is just away not gone."
Grandma soothed as she held me there. I felt another set of arms around me.

"This is where belong now, son. We'll try and make it a home for you but
you need to lets us." I heard grandpa say.

After a few minutes like that, after I calmed down, grandpa and grandma let
go me. "Why don't you go put away your belongings then explore the area?"
Grandma said. I smiled and went to put away my few things.

I was about done when the phone rang. i heard my grandmas voice raised
slightly agitated but couldn't make out what was being said. I didn't pay
much attention as I knew it wasn't for me. Somehow I knew it was about
me. I am like the new born baby everyone wants to know about. Isn't that
the way of these small towns. I shrugged at the thought and continued to
put my meager things away. Placed pictures on the dresser. I would have put
up my posters but since there was already some up I didn't want to disturb
them.

I knew this was really my Uncle Jared's bedroom. Though he was in the
marines from the pictures I had seen on the mantle in the living room. I
didn't want to disturb his things if I could avoid it. I didn't know
anything about him other than he was younger than he was 10 years younger
than my mother. I didn't want him to come home with me taking over his
room.

I heard then phone ring again. I could make out the voice of my grandma
again. This time she sounded excited but not in an angry way. I figured if
I was to know she would tell me. I had already decided to make myself as
invisible as I could. I didn't want to upset or make any waves in their
lives.

I finished putting my things away, set up the lap top Joe gave me on the
little desk in the room. Once I was done i walked down the hall towards the
living room to tell grandma I was done putting my things away. No one there
I heard grandma talking to in the kitchen and walked in.

She was on the phone talking very calmly, so I turned to leave to give her
privacy. She waved me over to sit with her at the table. "Thank you
Mr. Hearn. I am sure the arrangements will be fine." She said to whomever
she was talking to and placed the phone on the cradle on the wall.

 "We have some things we need to discuss."  She said as she sat at the
table across from me. "Firstly I was just talking about the arrangements
for your mothers final resting. Is there anything special you wish to be
done or some remembrance for her?" she asked.

I shook my head "No ma'am. I don't think care what you do with her." I
answered. I saw her eyes narrow a bit at my words. Though she didn't say
anything about my lack of interest my mother's burial I could tell she
wasn't happy.

 I really didn't care. I had stopped caring about my mother a long time
ago. Why start now that she is dead. I saw her death as nothing but another
upheaval in my life. The only good thing about her death was I wouldn't
have to clean up her puke or here her tell me I ruined her life. So I was
pretty much okay with her death.  I felt a sense of relief about her not
being there to hurt me anymore.

"Noah are you listening to me?" I heard grandma say. I was so deep in
thought I had forgot she was there.

"I am sorry grandma I was thinking about stuff. I didn't hear you." I said
looking down at my feet. I sat back down. I hadn't realized I stood up.

"It's alright Noah. I know there's allot going on right now and everything
is moving fast so let me repeat the short version of what I had said." She
said smiling. Though I could see concern in her eyes.

"Your mother's burial will be this Saturday. It will be mostly just family
but I am sure neighbors will pay their respects." She said waiting for my
reply. I smiled but didn't say a word. Somethings it's best not to say what
you're thinking.

"Your uncle Jared is coming is getting the next flight in from camp
Pendleton in San Diego. Hebe here tomorrow. You two will be sharing your
bedroom. I will set up a cot if you don't want to share a bed. Though it is
a large bed. I'd understand if you didn't want to share it as would your
Uncle."

"It's really his room grandma. So it's up to him." I could tell she wanted
to say something but held back.

"Well the other part is that Uncle Daniel and Aunt Ruth along with your
cousins will be coming for dinner tomorrow also. Uncle Jared should be here
by then. We will be eating a bit late tonight." She continued.

I smiled at grandma. I knew it was a fake smile. I knew she knew it was one
too. In truth it was the best I could do. I didn't know any of these
people. I knew of them but that was about it. I tried to show something
other than what I felt. What I felt was I don't give a fuck. I knew better
than to say that.

 The last time I swore like that Joe took me to little shed a smacked my
ass with a wood paddle. It was the only time he hit me. I saw the pain in
his eyes after he did it. I truly believed it hurt him more than me. "Don't
ever let me here you say that word again. Never say that word to any
adult." I just shook my head yes and hugged him.

Grandma gave me a list of chores to do. Like keeping my room clean homework
done before I go anywhere. Cutting grass or shoveling snow taking out the
trash. You get the idea normal kid chores. Curfew on school nights was
9. Non-school nights was 11. Not that I would be going anywhere.

By the time we were done 8it was decided that tomorrow we would go shopping
at the Walmart outside of town.  She decided I needed more clothing, a
suite for Saturday and one for church plus school clothes and supplies. I
helped her make dinner as she made a list.

After dinner I helped clean up and excused myself saying I was tired was
going to turn in early. I went to my room got my tooth brush and shaving
kit and went to the bathroom. There was a fresh towel and wash rag already
there.  I stood in the shower and let the hot water drench me after I
washed all my body parts.

 Of course as washed my dick I was immediately hard.  I stroked it as I
closed my eyes thinking of the hot guys I seen in magazines. That soon
shifted to some of the guys I seen in the locker room at school. It didn't
take long before I felt that tingle and then the contractions as began to
shoot my load against the shower wall.  I leaned my head against the wall
waiting for my heart to stop racing and my breathing to become normal. I
turn off the shower and stepped out brushed my teeth. I decided to shave
tomorrow morning.

I crawled into bed in my cut off sweatpants that were well worn but soft
and comfortable. I remember thinking about what happened today. I tried to
think it was all bad. But I had to honest with myself I wasn't. My
grandparents seemed to want me there. I didn't know when it happened but I
fell asleep fast and woke to the sun shining through the bedroom window. I
had my normal morning wood poking out of my shorts.

I reached down and felt it. I smiled and gave it a tug. I looked over to
the clock on the nightstand. 6:30 am. I knew I had time to take of it. I
tucked the top of my shorts beneath my balls and stroked my 9 inches. I
closed my eyes and thought about my favorite model which like usual became
the school jock from my old high school. I thought about what it would be
like to suck his cock which I guessed would be about 7 inches hard.

 As my right hand stroked my cock my left hand played with my balls. My
picky would occasionally rub my hole. Soon I hand my middle finger inserted
in its tight confines. I rubbed that special spot and soon I was humping my
fist. I groaned and felt my cum heard my jiz hit the back of the bed. Then
felt it hit my chin, chest and abs. I squeezed out the last drops out of my
cock and relaxed back into my pillow.

I opened my eyes and looked down and saw my semi hard dick in my hand. My
chest and abs were covered with thick white globs of my goo. I looked on
the head board and smiled one of my longest shots.

Using a dirty tee shirt I cleaned up the goo on my body and the
headboard. I checked the sheets they were clean. i jumped into the shower
and washed up fast.  I was careful washing my privates. I didn't want to
get my dick hard again. After I finished and dried, I shaved brushed my
teeth. I dressed in the new jeans and shirts that Joe bought me.

I felt today was going to be good day.. Unusual for me, I was never felt
any day was good. I sat down on the bed I had made. I didn't remember
making it. I looked around my room my dirty clothes were gone as was the
shirt I used to wipe myself after my morning relief session. I could feel
my face get red. Grandma. . Oh fuck I thought to myself. So much for the
day being good.

I made my way down to the kitchen. I could make out the smell of bacon
before I even entered the room. I could feel my face redden more as entered
the kitchen, if that was possible. I saw grandma's back to me while she was
making some scrambled eggs.  I stopped not knowing what to do. I admit I
was hungry but everything in my body told me to run to avoid the
embarrassing situation that was about to take place.

"Sit down Noah. Breakfast is about done. I wasn't sure how you liked your
eggs so I figured scrambled is always safe." Grandma said as she placed the
pate in front of me. I helped myself to some of the bacon and toast on a
platter in the middle of table.

"Eat up, Grandpa already ate and went to pick up your Uncle Jared." She
said pouring herself a cup of coffee as she sat across from me.

I cleaned up my plate and helped myself to some more bacon and toast. I was
waiting for grandma to say something about my jiz stained tee shirt but she
just sat drinking her coffee and looking at a pad and jotting things down
on it.

I was rinsing off my plate and put it in the dishwasher when I heard a
buzzer I knew to be the washer. I felt my face turn red again. "Noah if you
can put your clothes in the dryer while I get my purse we can get out of
here and do our shopping."

I placed all the damp clothes in the dryer, checked the setting and push
the start button. I figured grandma didn't notice the tee shirt so I was a
little more relaxed as I made my way out the house to meet grandma and the
Jeep that was sitting in the front of the house.

We made our way down Broadway. Grandma looked over at me and giggled. "You
know you're not the first boy in the house. I know what boys do." I felt my
face go apple red.

Grandma's giggle turned into a laugh. "Relax Noah. Your Uncle Jared kept a
rag under the bed. So nothing to be embarrassed about. It's a normal
thing." I couldn't help it. The only way I could be embarrassed more was if
she walked in on me. The thought of that happening made go red again.

We pulled into the big Walmart parking lot. Grandma drove through the
parking lanes like she was in a race. When she saw a spot she swung in
cutting off another car who blared their horn to let her know what they
thought of her out maneuvering them.

As we got out we heard a bunch of cussing. Grandma turned around and faced
them. Mr. Davies with that limited vocabulary no wonder you're barely
passing English. Also shouldn't you be in class. I think you're scheduled
for algebra this period. With your last test grades you shouldn't miss any
classes." Grandma said as she pulled her bag over her shoulder and walked
passed the stunned teenager.

I couldn't help giggle. Which got me a nasty glare from the angry teen. I
just flexed a little as I faked stretched. I saw his eyes widened a bit and
I smiled to myself. Ok that one dude won't be bothering me. Well at least
while he doesn't have a crowd.

Grandma went through Walmart with a cart throwing in boxer briefs, tee
shirts, polo shirts, socks both tube and dress socks. She had me try on
sever different jeans and khaki's. "I think you can wear your uncle's suit
so we'll save money there." She said as she looked down at my feet and seen
my cheap payless sneakers.

 Grandma dragged me to the shoe area where she had me try on sneakers and
shoes. That done we went to the back to school section. Even though school
started 3 weeks ago. It was well stocked. Grandma threw in notebooks pads
pens pencils paper and so on

While she did that I looked at the sketch pads and pencils. Grandma must
have seen me she grabbed a few pads and pencil and markers sets.  Smiled at
me.  Pushed the cart down the aisle only to stop again. "Pick a backpack."
She said.  I picked a camo style one and dropped in the cart.

She moved on leaving me to push the cart which seemed heavy even with the
wheels behind her to the checkout lanes. When it was our turn to be cashed
out the young girl smiled at grandma "Hi. Mrs. Mac A. No school today?"

"Sorry to see some things never change. Mind your business Carrol and just
ring me up." Grandma ticked at her.

Carrol started ring up and chatter away about local gossip. I could tell
grand ma was not really paying attention to any of what she said. She just
watched the register screen as things were scanned. "Oh and this must be
your long lost grandbaby. I am sorry about hearin' about your daughter Mrs.
Mac A. I can just imagine what a shock to find out daughter was found with
a needle in her arm."

"If you do not shut your nasty gossiping mouth this instant. I will make
sure this is the last job you have in this town. I am sure your daddy and
husband will miss the extra income when they need to fill their alcohol
systems." My grandma said very loudly.

I watched heads turn towards us and Carrol quickly tried to back track her
statement. "Not going to work. This is not high school young lady. Do your
job and shut your filthy mouth." Grandma said in very threatening voice.

An older man dressed in a suit came up. "Ms. Torrance upstairs now. He took
over and finished scanning grandma's purchases. We watched as he put in a
few codes then scanned a card. The total came to zero. On us Mrs. Mac
Alistair. I am sorry for Carrol's comments. We have been watching and
listening to her for some time. This was the final nail in her coffin. We
do not abode that kind of behavior here."

Grandma just nodded said thank you and led me out of the store. I could
tell she was one pissed off lady. The look on her face was one I never
wanted directed towards me. "She was a fucking gossiping in school and she
still is one.  Told that bitch that her lies and gossip would be her ruin."
Grand looked at me. I think my jaw was dragging the ground. "What you don't
think I can cuss? I can get pissed, get used to it boy. No one messes with
my babies." She said and smiled as we loaded up the Jeep Cherokee.

It was about three in the afternoon when we headed home after a quick stop
at the supermarket. I couldn't help think about what that lady said I knew
my mother never shot up. Though, I can see already the rumors were
starting. I thought about how my Grandma stood up for me. I never had
anyone do that except for Joe when he had to. Even then him not being
legally my parent, it was limited at what he could do. I had learned early
on it was me against the world.

I broke out of my thought as we came to a stop in front of the old farm
house that was now home. I guess I think too much and over think it all.