Date: Mon, 16 Jan 2017 20:58:27 -0600
From: Kurt King <kingkurt1339@gmail.com>
Subject: The New Life of Xander King Chapter 9

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	In the last chapter, Xander ran away and met David, a young man who
shares his last name, whose great-grandfather is one of the richest men in
the country. A couple of days later, Xander rides home with David's
great-grandfather, and when he gets home, he's acting completely different
than before. Finn still cannot figure out what it is about Xander's
journals that bother him, though I've given some pretty subtle hints about
it, though they're unavailable to Finn or any of the NLXK cast. Try
figuring out what it is, and if you think you know what it is, message me!

~~Chapter Nine – Nightmare From the Past~~

[Xander]

	"Today will be a good day," it won't be. "I'm stupid," very
stupid. "I'm ugly," extremely ugly, that's really why David didn't force me
to have sex with him. "And I woke up this morning," since that's
required. And it IS a negative. I don't like that I woke up. But I'm not
going to kill myself. I'm too stupid to do it right, so why bother trying?
"I..." is there anything positive about me at all? "I..." I can't really
think of anything. "I'm ambidextrous," though my handwriting sucks
regardless of which hand I use. "I'm, um...," yeah, can't think of a second
thing. But he made me promise that I'd do at least three things. "I can't
think of anything else. Um...does liking dogs count as a positive thing?
Let's go with I like dogs, and they like me, for number two. Except Jack,
who hates me. He tried to bite my hand off. That's only two. I like
fruit. That's a positive thing, fruit's healthy."

	I can't even think of positive things about myself to say. I wonder
if David knows that he's asking me to do an impossible task with that.  At
least I'm allowed to do things dealing with me are positive, such as me
liking fruit. I like eating healthy foods, which means that that's a
positive thing I can use, even though it's not a positive thing about me.

	After I finish doing that, I go back to brushing my teeth, then
make sure they're clean. They are. I never get cavities, I'm careful to
make sure I take care of my teeth, even when I run. Then I realize
something.

	"I've got good teeth," I say. "That's a positive thing. They're
strong and healthy and white and clean. But I've got a horrible smile."

	I try smiling at the mirror, watching my reflection. I look stupid
when I smile, so I stop, then go and get dressed. Today's the fourth day
after my return, and they're making me go to school starting today. No one
at school knows I ran away, as far as they're aware, I was sick, and my
running away was kept private, on the down-low, as I think they say. I
think. I'm not sure. I'm too stupid to know if I'm using that term
properly.

	I go downstairs, where one of the maids is preparing
breakfast. Mr. Scott's sitting at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.

	"Good morning, Xander," he greets me as I take my seat.

	"Good morning, Mr. Scott."

	"They're giving you fifteen days to makeup the homework you
missed," he says. "If you need help, let us know. If you feel you need a
tutor at any point, just tell us, okay?"

	"I understand, sir."
	I grab a couple of pancakes and set them on my plate, then start
eating. These are better than any I've ever had before. I like them. I
could probably add that I get to eat delicious food every day to my list,
but I don't think David would like that.

	When it's time for me to leave for school, I start to get
nervous. Really, really nervous. I go up to the room to grab my backpack,
and freak out. What if no one likes me there? It's a rich-kid school. I saw
it before I ran away, they took me there for a tour. It has several
buildings and its own Olympic-sized indoor pool, and there's lots of marble
and dark, polished wood and expensive desks and seats and gourmet chefs.

	Everyone there is rich and stuck-up and they're not going to like
me. They're going to hate me, they probably already do, even though they've
never ever met me. Rich people hate poor people and orphans. The Scotts
only took me in out of pity, they don't really want me. They're going to
send me back to the orphanage when they see that I don't fit in at the
school.

	Today's a Monday. I got back last week, but I'm only starting at
the school today. I'm scared, and I dive onto the bed and under the
blankets, pulling my knees up to my chest and wrapping myself in the
blanket like a cocoon so that no one will see me crying. Why do I have to
be so weak?

[Luke]

	I wake up hard as a rock and in serious need of a pee, so I get up
and go to my bathroom to relieve myself. That taken care of, I start to
leave my bathroom, stopping when I catch my reflection in the mirror. I fix
my light brown hair so my bedhead's gone, then smile at myself. I am so
glad I was allowed to use invisible braces to fix my teeth. They're so
white, and they're perfect, just like my body.

	I walk into my room and grab a pair of shorts, then make my way to
the workout room and lift some weights for a little while. I have a
naturally fit body, but it doesn't hurt to tone these muscles a little bit
more. After I work up a sweat, I make my way back up to my room and take a
shower, slowly starting to jack off my cut, three-inch tool that hasn't
gone down since I woke up.

	Of course it hasn't. Today is the day that Xander's supposed to
return after being sick, and just thinking about him makes me hard. I smile
to myself when I think about seeing him at school. I don't believe for one
moment that he was sick. He's so shy, he's probably been having a hard time
getting out of the house. I love that sexy boy, and he's going to be mine,
whether he knows it or not. I know he's attracted to me, I can see it on
his face every time he looks my way.

	I know we started off on the wrong foot, for whatever reason, and
that he likes Finn, but I also know that Finn slapped him, and Xander no
longer likes him. By the end of today, I will have talked Xander into
hanging out with me on Saturday, and when he does, I'll seduce him. By the
time he leaves, he'll be mine.

	Picturing what hides underneath those clothes, everything left to
my imagination, I climax quickly, shooting a couple of small, weak loads
against my stomach. Instead of just rinsing it off, I wipe it off my
stomach, the reason I aimed it there, and lick it off my hands. A little
salty. I can't wait for it to be full cum, not just the kind we make in the
beginning of puberty. I also plan on tasting Xander's by the end of us
hanging out on Saturday.

	I finish my shower and dry off, flicking my towel around my neck as
I leave my bathroom. Just as I do, my computer pops up with a Skype call. I
answer it to find my near-identical fraternal twin brother Greyson on the
other side.

	I have two brothers. One's an older brother from Mom's first
husband, who she divorced before marrying my father, and the second with
her husband, and that's Greyson, my fraternal twin brother, though she
divorced Dad when we were little. She looks committed this time, and in
plenty of love. Left off on bad terms with her first husband, who she gave
custody of her first son to, and on good terms with Dad, who has custody of
Greyson.

	"Good morning, Greyson," I greet him with a smile. "What brings
this early-morning Skype call? Want to admire your totally sexy brother
who's way fitter than you'll ever be?"

	"You wish," he snorts, interrupting me. "I heard from a certain
friend that you can't stop talking about someone who's going to be starting
school with you today. And put on some clothes, you're naked and getting
hard."

	"So his name's Xander!" I throw myself into my chair, ignoring his
comment about me being naked. He can deal with it, he's just jealous of my
looks. "He's got brown hair and these amazing blue-gray eyes that are, like
a perfect blend of the two, but also have this little touch of green in
them, and they're so amazing and look like jewels. He's an orphan, and the
Scotts adopted him over the summer, and he's supposedly been sick since the
school year started, but I think he's really just been nervous about school
because he's used to the orphanage and hasn't been to a school for
civilized people before, just public schools, and is intimidated by our
money, and his eyebrows are this super super blond color, which I think is
really weird but looks totally sexy on him, and he should just get over
himself and open up and date me, because why not? So while he's at school
today, I'm setting up a date for us on Saturday, and I'm totally gonna lay
him while we're hanging, but he's gotta loosen up, no one's going to like a
wimp like that, but he's so freaking cute, Greyson! You should totally see
him! I-"

	"Should probably stop now," Greyson laughs. "Go get dressed, before
you forget and end up late for school."

	I get up and start getting dressed. I don't care if my outfit isn't
perfectly picked, because whatever I wear is perfect. We talk some more,
though Greyson keeps interrupting me, and I find it annoying. He's just
like everyone but Xander and Parker, the only people who never interrupt
me, but in no time, I can finally end the call, telling him I need to go
eat breakfast. I do, then brush my teeth.

	Twenty minutes after the Skype call is over, I'm at school, waiting
out front with Parker for Xander to show up. He still hasn't shown up when
the first bell rings, so we head to class. Xander and I have the same
homeroom teacher, and he doesn't show up to class.

	Probably got nerves again today. I'd really like for him to be
here, I have to hang out with my asshole of an older brother after school,
and I'd really like to have the date set up before then, to at least go
into this parent-mandated session that I really don't want to be in (who
are they kidding? We're never going to to get along).

	At the end of the day, I leave school to find my brother leaning
against his beatup old pickup truck, which looks out of place among all the
cars here, but I know he likes it because he can use the bed of it for sex
outside of town. Or in town.

	I get into the passenger seat, and when he gets in, I speak up.

	"I need to go somewhere."

	"I don't care," he starts his truck. "We're required to hang out,
but I'm not required to take you where you want to go. I'm the one with the
vehicle. We go where I want. Understand that."

	"Understand this," I grab his hand when he goes to turn on his
radio with the intent of blasting rock music, like he always does. He
glares at me in the silence of the truck. "We're going to where I want to
go, or I get out of this truck, and when I'm asked why, I'll tell Mom that
you kicked me out again."

	Last time, he really did kick me out, and he got into huge trouble
with Mom and his dad. Unfortunately for him, he's been in trouble a few
times, and so his dad will believe me if I lie, and he hates that. He asks
me where I want to go, and I direct him to the Scotts' house.

	We don't even get to ask to see Xander before we do. He's
approaching the gate from the other side, sticking to the other side of the
road with his gaze fixed on the truck, a slight frown on his face. Yeah, he
definitely doesn't look sick.

	"Hey, Xander!" I bounce out of the truck, my brother getting out as
well.

	As soon as Xander sees my brother, he freaks out. I mean literally
freaks out. He starts screaming, then drops to the ground, curling up into
a ball and holding his head between his knees.

	"I'M STORRY!" He yells. "I DIDN'T TELL! PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! DON'T
RAPE ME! I DIDN'T TELL! I'M SORRY!"

	He keeps yelling, but all I can focus on is what he said. 'don't
rape me'. Not 'don't beat me', like I hear he's fond of yelling when he
thinks he's in trouble, but 'don't rape me'.

	I know that Kevin has a thing for younger boys, and I remember that
his dad took in a foster kid some years ago, one who ran away after. I'd
heard rumors that Xander was a chronic runaway, so it's possible he had run
away back then, too..

	"What is he talking about?" I turn to my brother, feeling anger
rising in me. He shakes his head, shrugging, as if he doesn't know, but I
can see in his eyes that he knows what Xander's screaming about. "What the
fuck did you do to Xander, Kevin?"

[Finn]

	Xander ended up not going to school today, according to Karma. We
didn't go on our morning routine, though I heard he went for the run
himself and exercised by himself. I didn't think he'd continue it at all,
since I was the one who introduced him to it, and then hurt him.

	According to Karma, Xander had gone upstairs to grab his backpack
when it was time to go to school, and they found him shaking and crying
under his blanket, curled up in the fetal position.

	Nerves, most likely. He was probably freaking out about what
everyone at the school was going to think of him. He's been gone for almost
three weeks, and he's an orphan, and they're all rich kids. It's only
natural he'd feel nervous, and with Xander, I didn't have a doubt in my
mind that something like this would happen.

	At least he got to escape Luke and his annoying mouth. That kid
just never shuts up, and he kept popping over, trying to see how Xander was
doing. I don't think he thought for one moment Xander was actually sick.

	Especially since I dug up the fact that he has an older brother,
and that older brother is the Kevin from Xander's journals. Kevin's
probably been putting him up to befriending Xander.

	After school lets out, the Student Council meets for a few minutes,
then Karma goes her way to hang out with friends, and I head over to our
godparents' house, to see how Xander's doing. When I get there, I'm not
prepared for the sight that awaits me.

	A couple of police cars are at the gate to their drive, lights
on. Xander's curled up on the ground. His social worker's present as well,
trying to calm the hysterical kid down. Several security guards are
separating them from others. Mrs. Scott's also trying to calm Xander down,
but he's kicking and screaming whenever she tries to touch him, and she
looks offended and upset, probably feeling like a failure again, since
Xander won't let her comfort him.

	Back turned to Xander is Luke, who's glaring at his older brother,
who's being pushed into a cop car, cuffs on his back. I send Karma a quick
message.

	Me (to Karma): Get over to the Scotts'. Now.
	Karma: Why?
	Me (to Karma): You're going to be called soon enough. Just get over
here.

	She doesn't respond, and I know she's on her way. If I tell her
she's going to be called after telling her to go somewhere, she always
receives a call from our parents asking her to come there. It's always for
something important.

	"What's going on?" I approach, intending to go to Xander, but get
stopped by an officer.

	How did Luke end up here with his brother? And how did anyone end
up finding out that Xander's been raped by him? They had to have, that's
the only way they'd be arresting Kevin.

	"Go home, son," the officer says to me.

	"Those are my godparents," I say. "Aunt Linda!"

	She looks over at me, then tells the officer to let me in. I walk
over to her and ask her what's going on.

	"Xander snuck out for a walk," she says. "Well, he left a note
saying he was going for a walk to calm down. He ran into Luke and Kevin,
and when he saw Kevin, he started freaking out, and we can't calm him
down."

	"He was begging Kevin not to rape him," Luke's suddenly by
me. "Saying that he didn't tell anyone. Xander's seriously freaked out by
it. I asked them to get Kevin's ass in a car so he'd at least be mostly out
of sight of Xander. Hopefully, they'll get him out of here soon, so Xander
can calm down. It's not right, him freaking out like this. I always hated
him, and now I want to kill him. He's lucky I called the police instead."

	So Luke called the police after Xander started begging not to be
raped. Did he have any actual proof, or did they just arrest him because of
that?

	"Unfortunately," Mrs. Scott says. "The case probably won't go
anywhere, and he'll probably try suing us for a false arrest. Xander just
panicked, for some reason."

	"Yeah," Luke says. "Kevin claimed to not rape him, but-"

	"He lied," I say, and everyone looks at me. Well, everyone except
Xander, who's still screaming and begging not to be beaten. "He's raped
Xander before, and not once, either."

	"What are you talking about?" The officer asks me, and I take a
deep breath.
	"Xander," I say. "Has these journals. He's recorded being raped in
them a number of times. One of them gives the name 'Kevin' has his
foster-brother for one of his rapists, and he's only had one 'Kevin' as a
foster-brother, and that's Kevin Jackson, the same Kevin you just threw
into that car. Before you ask, no, I don't know where his journals
are. After he found out I knew where they were, he moved them, and all
attempts to track him to them have failed. One thing he knows how to do
without fail is lose a tail, and a tracker isn't working anymore, he always
searches before leaving."

	There was one designed as a pin that I stuck to his runbag, and
when it stopped working, I stopped by to find it sitting in his trash,
smashed. Not the pin, but the bug. The pin was scratched up and in the
trash, too. Xander's not as stupid as he thinks he is.

	"Someone who knows of a crime," the officer begins. "And doesn't
report it-"

	"Someone who finds out," I say. "By basically stalking someone and
breaching their privacy, as well as making copies of keys to pick locks to
be able to open the chest the journals are contained within might not want
to share that information. Besides, Xander made me swear that I wouldn't
tell."

	That's not a lie, which means Xander won't be stuck in a spot if
asked. The first time we did the morning run, the day after I left him the
other journals, he made me promise not to. He was panicking, probably
scared of what would happen if someone found out. He's probably scared of
one of his past rapists coming back and hurting him.

	"Xander," Karma's suddenly here, kneeling down beside him. "Get
your ass up now. He can't hurt you, and he won't hurt you ever again, so
stop your whining and get your ass up."

	"Don't hurt me," Xander whines.

	Oh, boy...there's going to be so much fun at his therapy
appointment on Thursday. He's never actually talked in them before, just
sits there and stares at his lap, from what I've heard. His shrink's goings
to try to get him to open up about the rapes, and I've got a feeling that
just trying to suggest it, even without flat-out saying it, will set him
off.

[Luke]

	As soon as Karma goes off on him for even thinking that any of us
would hurt him, Xander slowly gets up, and looks at me nervously.

	"I swear," I hold my hands up. "I had no clue, Xander. I wanna be
your friend just 'cause you seem cool. If you're willing to take a risk and
see if I'm really different from my brother, we can hang out this
weekend. My place, so that if you decide you don't like me, your room's
untouched by my presence. We wouldn't be alone, if you don't want that. I
can invite Parker over, and someone else, too, if you want. If you don't
want to go my place, then we could go to the mall or something."

	"No-" Xander starts to say something.

	"I think that's a good idea," his social worker interrupts him, and
Xander looks at him, frightened. "Luke is clearly furious with his brother
over what was done to you, and from the way he reacted, he's protective of
you. That's after you told him you're not attracted to him, too. I think
you should give him a chance, Xander."

	Xander's whole resistance to hanging out with me deflates as soon
as his social worker speaks up, and he reluctantly agrees to hang out with
me on Saturday.

	Eventually, I'm able to go home, and as soon as I do, I'm texting
Parker.

	Me (to Parker): Found out what happened to Xander showing up at
school today!
	Parker: I asked Jenna out. We're going on a date Saturday.
	Me (to Parker): He got super-anxious about going to school with us
and freaked out this morning, apparently.
	Me (to Parker): Also, Xander's apparently been raped, that's why
he's so weird. I didn't catch everything, but I heard that he's been raped
a lot. Finn apparently knew it, but Xander made him swear to keep it a
secret because he was scared. Also, it turns out that my brother was one of
his rapists. Asshole's been arrested.
	Parker: Hopefully that leads to others getting arrested, since you
sound like there's more.
	Me (to Parker): Yeah, but Finn won't say who, and no one expects
Xander to speak up, so they're doubtful unless Kevin admits to it, which
probably won't happen. But at least one ass is gone.
	Me (to Parker): Wait. You've got a date with Jenna?
	Parker: LOL! Took you long enough! I wish, she's way outta my
league. I just knew you were gonna tell me anyway.
	Xander: Wat tyem ar yu wenting tu hange owt on saterday?
	Me (to Xander): Huh?
	Xander: Wat tyem ar yu wenting tu hange owt on saterday?
	Me (to Xander): Your spelling is horrible. How about four in the
afternoon?
	Me (to Parker): Xander's got shit spelling. He just sent me a text,
and I couldn't understand it at first. At least he's sexy.
	Parker: Go jack off.
	Me (to Parker): Will do!

	I drop my phone on my bed, strip off my clothes, and admire myself
in the mirror. I'm well-built for someone almost thirteen, thanks to
working out like I do. I start jacking off as I think about Saturday,
sitting on my bed to watch myself. Saturday, while we're hanging out here,
I'm going to get him naked. Once he's naked, I'm going to talk him into
jacking off. He wants to jack off with me, he just doesn't know he does.

	I'm about to climax when my phone goes off, startling me and
breaking my concentration.

	"Dammit," I look at my phone. "What do you want, Xander? That was a
good jack, and you ruined it."

	Xander: Siks tu ate. Eeting at the howse. Dont trust yu.

	"You will," I smile after translating his text. "I know you like
me, and I really want to be your boyfriend. You're sexy, so you're forgiven
for interrupting me. Please don't freak out on me on Saturday."

	It's only after I shoot my load onto my chest and stomach that I
realize something. I was picturing Xander the entire time, with his
blue-gray eyes that have the perfect touch of green to them, his brown hair
and super-blond eyebrows and eyelashes, and I didn't even realize it.

	When Xander got up earlier, he messed with his hair a little bit,
probably trying to fix the tangled mess he's got, and I noticed his
roots. They're the same blond as his eyebrows. He's not a natural brunette,
he's a natural blond, and it's super blond, too.

	Why does he dye his hair?

~~END OF CHAPTER NINE~~

	Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoyed it!

	The three nominees for the next story to start getting uploaded, as
they'll make an appearance at one point or another in Xander's life, are:

	Zack, the first King I ever wrote, whose story starts off two years
before NLXK, and moves to a new town after his father and brother were
killed in car accident he survived. Incredibly shy, and is 'pestered' by a
popular kid who wants to be his friend. Age at beginning: fourteen.
	Matt, the fourth King and whose story starts a year before NLXK,
has plenty of social anxiety and self-doubt, keeping to himself as he's
raised by his older brother. When a new kid moves to town, Matt's forced to
face his fears. Age at beginning: eleven and a half.
	Benj, the ninth King and whose story starts around the same time as
NLXK, is an orphan taken into a new home with his middle twin, after being
separated years before from their youngest brother. Shortly after moving
in, he and his brother discover that the older boys manipulate and use and
humiliate the younger boys. Age at beginning: twelve, almost thirteen.

	Feedback is always appreciated, and I try to reply to every email!
Comments, questions, and suggestions are always welcome, especially as I'm
always changing events and adding things on, and I can use ideas for both
this story and the others.

	Hope you enjoyed this, and stay tuned for Chapter Nine!