Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Mar 09, 2011 5:03 pm

I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I thought to myself in the empty locker room after the game, face buried in my hands. I was referring to my 16 year old brother AJ.

With a minute left in the game I had the ball heading toward the net. Kicking running on a breakaway goal. I the only freshman to make the Varsity soccer team was about to score the game-winning goal to get the team to the title game. Then a long leg stuck out from behind and tripped me deliberately. I fell face first into the unforgiving soccer field of Tree Valley High. Down on the ground as time ticked down, AJ kicked the ball. It went in and our team swarmed him. He had stolen my glory.

"Alright boys let's give it up for AJ!" Coach said after the game.

"YAAA!" The team yelled.

"Hey Jacob," Coach told me, "quit tripping over yourself out there."





Fast forward to now, AJ came into the locker room laughing, he was my adopted brother so we looked nothing alike. His brown sort of Bieber haircut hung down near his eyes. His red soccer jersey, black shorts, drenched in Gatorade from an unconventional bath, his red socks bunched down by his ankles, cleats exchanged for Adidas tennis shoes.

"Ohhhh little Freshman sad his big bro got the game winner?" AJ said in a mocking tone, rubbing my hair back and forth. "Get in the car, twerp." He said as he left.

Not that I wanted to go with him but he was my only ride. I pulled up my red soccer socks, and switched from cleats to sneakers and run to the Escalade my brother drove, my blond hair flopping in the fall breeze.

All he said in the car was "Like that shot?" 16 year old AJ got the best of everything from my parents, but I was the natural athlete, almost better than him at soccer. That shot couldve made me a star.
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Two Nights Later

The Championship was today at our high school. I was so excited, even though the game was at 2:30, I was up at 10, already putting on my uniform slowly, making everything perfect. Underneath grey boxers-briefs, then my teams black Nike soccer shorts over those. Next I put on black underarmour that was long sleeved to keep me from bring chilled. My Diadora shinguards were next as I slid them on my leg, using athletic tape to keep them in place. Red Nike soccer socks were the next to go, I pulled each of them up over my shinguards as high as they could go, which was just above my knees. Finally I put on my cleats, laced em' up, and I was
ready!

I was ready, I was pumped. So much so I blasted some music in my attic room. My house was 4 stories tall but my parents had given two floors solely AJ. So being their one and only perfect son when I was adopted, I got moved up here. Suddenly during my music blasting my door flew open. An enraged AJ, in his pajama pants, barefeet and t-shirt appeared in the doorway and stormed in.

He grabbed the radio and threw it down in a rage, the music stopped. He grabbed me by the neck of my jersey and lifted me up against my bedroom wall. "THIS IS MY DAY! And you aren't ruining it! Mom and Dad know that when all the scouts come to the game today, and I do well I will get more scholarship offers than you have friends! So shut it!"

I was speechless, AJ was way stronger than me so I didn't dare fight back. "Hmmmm...." AJ said, "Well I didn't want to do this but it's the only way I keep you from taking away my spotlight."

He went to my closet and opened the door, tossing me inside, slamming the door and propping a chair on the outside. I heard footsteps walk away and I tried busting my way out but to no avail. He was locking me in! He's so evil... Then I heard footsteps come back. I was stunned, maybe he realized how wrong he was? The door opened, and I was yanked out placed on the bed. AJ had a bag with him.

"Lay down, or else," he said holding up a pocket knife. I gulped and did as he was told, his face looked manic
as sunlight streamed through the blinds onto him. He roughly grabbed my hands and got them behind me. I heard the locking of handcuffs.

"Hey! Stop! What are you doing!?" I yelled the only response I got was a playful but not so playful knife being pressed against my neck. I let him continue.

"Dad bought me these... he said looking at chains in his hands. He said use them wisely," AJ mentioned as he was chaining my socked feet together. I was shocked, this was a set up by AJ and Dad... Mom would never believe me. My mom loved me like a son, but favored AJ. Dad just always did what was best for AJ, and apparently he wanted me out of the way.

"Here we go," AJ said as a sock neared my mouth. I shut it immediately, but AJ forced it in between my
mouth and before I could spit it out I saw the duct tape stretched over my mouth and wrapped around my head twice. My hair would suffer greatly. As I was lifted over AJ's shoulder and taken down into the garage flailing for my life hands cuffed behind me, legs chained together, sock taped in my mouth. All I hoped was I could play. My hopes dimmed as the car trunk I was placed in shut on top of me. To my surprise the car started up and my ride to who knows where had begun.
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Re: The Spoils System MM/m

Postby xtc » Thu Mar 10, 2011 11:15 am

Good start. I want to know where this is going.
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: The Spoils System MM/m

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 2:01 pm

I worked on my chains as the car moved along the road, but the chains wouldn't budge. I screamed into my gag, kicking aginst the trunk hoping to attract some attention. The only response I got was AJ cranking up the music drowning out my futile attempts at escape. Now what was I going to do?

Soon the car stopped and the brightness of the sun pouring onto me was overwhelming. AJ had stood above, looking down on me now in his team uniform, with a bag of what I could only assume to be bondage materials. He lifted me out of the car, and ordered me to hop. We were at our team locker locker room, and judging by my predicament I obliged to what AJ wanted praying for an oppurtunity for him to show mercy.

"Good things Dads an alumni, got the keys so we could came in early." AJ said as I was paraded inside the locker room.

"Heres the deal," he told me as AJ locked the locker room door. "You keep quiet and let me tie you up while I do some calesthetics, and Ill untie you and let you play. Got it?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically. AJ coralled me over to the janitors closet which he unlocked and pushed me inside.

"Dont do anything funny, and you'll play" AJ said, he forced me to the ground and went to work tying my already cuffed hands. He taped the cuffs seemingly to keep the chain from rattling then wrapped the tape around my wrists a few times. Then went to my feet and unlocked the chains and pulled them off my feet.

"Get up," he told me. As I soon as I managed to get up he grabbed my head and ripped the tape off my head.

"Owwww!" I said spitting out the sock onto the cold tile floor of the small 6 by 4 janitors closet.

"Shut up," he said and pulled a foam ball out off his bag and jammed it into my agape mouth, wrapping layers upon layers of tape around my head.

"That oughty keep you quiet." he said menacingly, I mmppphhed nervously wondering now why he had tied me up before he was going to do calesthetics. I was ordered to stand on the chair, and when I did my cleats were untied and pulled off. He got up on a chair next to mine tying a rope around and in between my bound wrists, throwing the rope over a pipe overhead.

I tried to shout now freaking out but he aleady pulled the rope taut and quickly tied it down to a metal railing at the side of the room. My struggling caused the chair to flip as I fell down but the rope catching me, leaving me suspended in the air, legs flailing knowing I was stuck.

"Haha your so easy manipulated!" He said catching my legs, roping them together, quickly tying them together.

"I mean, you let me tie you up so you don't ruin my chance, let me take off your shoes so you can't make noise with your feet, gag you so you can't yell, and best of all suspend you in the air so you can't make any noise! This is brilliant," he said bloating, me nearly in tears knowing my shot at a title was over.

"Dont be too sad bro," AJ said as he placed a sleeping mask over my eyes, " Ill show you the game tape, and the scholarships Ill get after I get another game winner. He patted me on the should after taping over the sleep mask. I heard AJ get his stuff, make a phone call, "I took care of him Dad... Yep he won't be interfering.... No the team won't hear him, he's gagged good, alright thanks Dad."

The phone shut, lightswitched flicked off, door shut and locked. I hung suspended, trying to scream, get attention of move... Nope nothing.

I thought to myself, what made Dad and AJ do this? Yes I stole the spotlight from AJ, yes I was the adopted, yes I was a freshman... Dad and AJ... So selfish. I would figure out my living situation or my punishment later, but I had to spoil AJs moment, the team wouldcomer in an hour, I had to get with them so AJ couldn't do anything to me, make sure I was in public so I wouldn't be tied up again and I could play. But first I had to escape.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby sarwrductan » Thu Mar 10, 2011 4:53 pm

Its a foster home like that which I would deem abusive to me as it's for selfish gain. I don't like AJ and I definitely don't like the father. If It was to just humiliate and teach me a lesson I'd be more oblidged to take it especially if by peers my own age. I also like the idea of being bound hidden in a locker room like that boy was...It'd be interesting to see if he's found and rescued or if he's found and some guys take him for their own amusement and AJ nor the Father Know it til its much later and thus too late?
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 5:29 pm

Thank you for your input, AJ and the Father are clearly over their boundaries, without the mother knowing of course, but I will slip Jacob (The main character) will get his revenge one way or another on AJ. Well deserved revenge on the field or off the field we shall find out! :big:

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 10, 2011 6:30 pm

I hung like that, sweaty, defeated, angered for hours it seemed. As players entered I screamed into my foam ball gag that silenced me. So close to my friends and teamates and so called "brother" that betrayed me. I swung attempting to kick the metal door with my bound socked feet, but I couldn't even hit the cement walls surround my cell on all sides.

Soon I heard the coach and his pre-game speech. I couldn't scream anymore, my throat had dried up, swollen shut from the foam ball restricting my airway. My arms slowly becoming numb from the pressure of hanging my 100 pound body. It was hopeless... Or was it?

"Looks like were one player short today boys.. AJ told me our Freshman conference player of the year, has the flu and can't even move or talk."

I laughed to myself at this sick irony, and the team could be heard leaving for the biggest game of their lives... Without me. I heard the closet door open and had hope.... Maybe it was...

"Alright gonna lay you on the ground then lock you back up." Shoot, AJ. At least he had the heart to keep my arms from losing circulation. I was taken down to the ground, and quickly hogtied with athletic tape, and heard an "AJ LETS GO!" From coach,
"Shame you can't watch this," AJ said and the door shut behind me.... And they DIDNT LOCK!

I had my chance to escape, unfortunately my hands were cuffed and I was still blindfolded with my arms and legs hogtied. After 20 minutes of struggle I had nearly given up... When I heard a fumbling with the doorknob.

"Alright Im sure there's some towels in he... Why are the keys here?" An unrecognizable voice said.

"Wait WHAT THE!" I heard, "Kid are you alr... Jacob??" "How did this happen?" I was asked as the tape was removed from my eyes... After adjusting to the light I realized it was Jeff, my next door neighbor. We were decent friends but all I cared about was getting on the field. He removed the ball from my mouth.

"Ahh look get me out of this, I have a championship to win, Ill explain later." I got out.

"Alright but who did this?" He asked unlocking my cuffs with a key my brother left in the doorknob.

"AJ, but please don't say anything," I said untying my feet.

"Ohh.. I see, well good luck I guess." he said.

"Thanks," I said pulling up my socks, then putting on my cleats.

I ran outside, and saw the scoreboard, we were down 1-0 to Ivy Hills, 10 minutes left.
I got onto the field, and ran to coach surreally. This was my moment, my dream.

"WHAT!" My "Dad" yelled from the stands.
"Hes better!" My mom ignorantly yelled from next to him... Ignoring Dad.
The crowd went up in cheers as I approached the bench, and I looked at AJ who looked backed stunned.

Behind me I heard our overzealous Sophomore announcing Justin "The Voice", "And what is AJ doing! He just let's the opponent go past him with the ball free shot for Ivy Hills player Sorenson, GOALLL!" In his British voice he had to use when calling soccer games... This is Kentucky not London.

"Well thank god your here Jacob... And what in blazes happened to your wrists?!" I looked down to see my wrists cut and bruised.. "Never mind, just get out and play before your brother dooms us."

AJ was furious and dumbfound, he was too shocked and scared of what I could do. Soon the score was 2-2 after I gave two assists.

20 seconds left and the ball went to me. I ran, kicking as fast as I could avoiding defenders, I had a path to the goal when all of a sudden, a red angry AJ appeared next to me.

"My time!" He went for the steal but this time I hurdled it landed with my cleat planted into his leg when he went down, with a 360 I kicked it. Goal! The fans, the players charged the field, we had won! I actually forgotten what AJ had done. I heard Justin in the background, still in that British accent, "He scores, the most unbelievable, incredible, bodacious finish in high school soccer history... Maybe the only one but still!"

In the distance, my neighbor applauded as I was carried off the field, I one upped AJ who stood with Dad on the side of the fans looking stunned. This wasn't over, not for me, and not for AJ who just lost any chance at a D-1 scholarship offer. As the papers came to interview me, the cameras, I understood AJ was ticked, but he wasn't the bully anymore.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby xtc » Fri Mar 11, 2011 1:56 am

OK! an enjoyable story. You seem to have set up several situations that could be developed in the future. I anticipate any developments with pleasure. Thank you.
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby samstud95 » Sat Mar 12, 2011 3:25 pm

Great story. Hope you keep going!

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby PowerRanger » Sat Mar 12, 2011 10:21 pm

That's awesome! Keep up the great work!

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Mar 13, 2011 10:00 am

I lay in my bed later that night, thinking about the events that had transpired that day. I was seemingly on cloud 9, forgetting what AJ had done to me earlier that day, happy for the first time in a long time, I took off my uniform and hung it up like a trophy... Next to my real trophy. After slipping into flannel pajamas and a t-shirt, I dozed off.

I awoke to the bright sunlight of a Saturday morning creeping through my rickity plastic blinds, I looked up at my jersey and trophy sitting there and AJ next to my be... Wait a minute! AJ!

"Hey bro..." he said wryly, keys jingling in his hands. It was then I realized my predicament. AJ had chained my hands above me to my bedposts, locks on each chain. My barefeet had been tied in a similar fasion to the bottom posts of my bed.

AJ closed the blinds, darkening the room. I struggled in my bonds, but the chains were fairly taut.

"Come on AJ, let me go!" I yelled panicked.

"Of course," AJ said standing there in his jeans, American Eagle t-shirt, and black socks, hair neatly combed as if he was going somewhere, "but first.... Who untied you yesterday?"

"I got out mysel..."

"Impossible!" AJ interupted. "One more chance..." he said.

"Screw you!" I said. "Wrong answer," and he went to tickling my feet. I wriggled uncontrollably trying to escape, unmercilassly I bellowed out..,

"Jeff it was Jeff ok please stop!"

"Goood," AJ said grabbing a roll of packing tape from my desk, he wrapped it around my head 3 times to silence my cries as I realized my mistake. AJ grabbed phone from my desk next. "Lets text him, have him come over shall we?" He winked evilly.

"Hey Jeff," AJ said thrillingly reading the text out loud... "want to come hang out?" Sent.

A minute later AJ heard the phone vibrate, looked, smiled, and hid by my door, rope in hand. Mmmmmmm I tried to yell. While AJ fumbled with my phone, I looked at my desk... And saw the keys to my chains. I reached and grabbed them with my hand. I had an idea on how to stop this once and for all, but I needed to wait until AJ was out of the room. I kept the keys in my hand well hidden from view.

I heard the pounding of feet coming up the stairs. My door flung open and Jeff entered the room. He took one look at me and froze. Standing in the doorway, mouth half open, the small black haired 9th grader had no idea what was coming. AJ jumped on him taking him down in a heap, a thud could be heard throughout the house but we were the only ones in the large estate. Jeff realized what was happening and fought back hard against the much stronger AJ, ropes entangled the two.

The struggle continued until AJ got the upper hand, sitting on top of Jeff as he quickly tied his hands behind
him. Jeff struggled hard in his blue sweatshirt, jeans, and tennis shoes but once his hands were tied he was done.

"AJ why are you doing this?" Jeff said as AJ started to tie his ankles together.

"You let Jacob loose, you ruined me now your gonna pay." AJ responded as he hogtied Jeff tightly.

"Jacob how could you tell him!?" Jeff asked me... I could only mmmppphhh back. The wrapping of tape around Jeff's mouth silenced him, and I watched as Jeff was blindfolded and AJ chained him to a wooden post in the corner. Then AJ went over to me and blindfolded me with a sock.

"Ill be back in a minute for your little payback, Dad knows what's going on Jacob and he thinks you two deserve it. Him and Mom are gone for the weekend, and he made arrangements to have Jeff stay the weekend. So enjoy."

I heard the door shut, AJ was evil but he forgot the keys, in my hand. Payback imminent? I got the key and located the lock on the chains on my right hand. I found the hole... Put the key in.... Please work please work I prayed. With the key in I attempted to turn it.

TBC, Like it so far?
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Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby xtc » Sun Mar 13, 2011 10:33 am

Good writing as usual! Good, suspenseful cliffhanger.

Is this a typo? The wrapping of tape around Jacobs mouth silenced him,
Seems like it should be in first person. Or hav I read read it wrong?
Wassail!
Xtc
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Sun Mar 13, 2011 11:15 am

It shouldve said Jeffs Mouth not Jacobs, I fixed it.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby samstud95 » Sun Mar 13, 2011 6:08 pm

Awesome story!!! I can't wait to find out what happens to you and Jeff next!!!

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby sarwrductan » Mon Mar 14, 2011 5:17 pm

WoW...neither can I ! I'll check back!
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Mon Mar 14, 2011 7:09 pm

The key turned and all of a sudden I heard a distinct "Click" and the ring chained around my right hand released! Yes I thought as I unlocked my left hand. How lucky, I unlocked by feet and ripped the tape off my face. I didn't know how much time until AJ returned but I took my chances. I quick looked in his "bondage bag". Duct tape, ropes of all sizes, zipties, chains, about a dozen combination locks, socks, medical gauze, saran wrap, yep Dad bought it all to keepe quiet.

AJ had a scout from Kentucky coming Monday so this might be why. I went over to Jeff and tried the key on the chains that bound him. Success as well, I was surprised AJ didn't use the combo locks. Soon Jeff was untied.

"Alright when he comes in get him on the bed. We'll use the 4 chains on the posts already to get him down spreadeagle. Then use the rest of these materials to keep him there." I said.

"Good idea, man why'd he do that to you at the soccer field?" He asked.

"Selfishness, greed, all of it, thanks for saving me."

"Yeh that had to be horrible," Jeff said, "You shouldve told your mom."

"Dad and AJ would convince her otherwise," I said looking at my bruised wrists.

Suddenly feet could be heard pounding up the stairs. We got ready and watched the wooden door open. Suddenly we pounced, pushing the much taller figure on the bed. AJ flailed as I tried to cuff an ankle giving me a swift black socked foot to the lower face as I went down to the ground in a thud. I was quickly back up as Jeff took AJ back down to the bed. While Jeff fought him, I hit a golden oppurtunity slipping the chain around AJs right foot and locking it securely.

I jumped on his left foot getting the locked in too. Soon me and Jeff wrestled his hands into the chains and locked them in. As we got off AJ looked frustrated. His Blue American Eagle t-shirt now drenched in sweat, jeans covering the chains the were bound over his black sock covered ankles.

"Let me go now or you'll regret it!" AJ yelled... Before we could respond he yelled for help. I grabbed the new package of ankle socks from his bag and grabbed a handful shoving them in his mouth. Much of the sock bundle remained out of his mouth, but Jeff taped it shut anyway.

While Jeff was busy silencing AJ, wrapping tape around his head, I grabbed more chain from his bags and further secured each of his limbs to the bedposts. Using 2 combination locks per limb with the chains on top of his already chained limbs to the bedposts only further made sure he wasn't escaping. Using a pair of cuffs per each hand I further locked his hands around my bedposts. He wasn't moving anywhere.

We stepped back and admired our work. AJ was tightly chained down, mouth securely gagged. He wriggled like a squirming fish but he couldn't move anywhere. Little came out of his mouth, not like it mattered. Houses were too far away in this gated neighborhood.

"How we gonna torture him?" Asked Jeff.

"I have some ideas..."

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Jason Toddman » Mon Mar 14, 2011 9:43 pm

Jeez, and I thought MY older brother was an asshole sometimes for tying me up whenever he felt like it! But he was never as bad as the older brother in THIS story!
Good story; please continue!
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Mar 15, 2011 3:58 pm

"Alright... Jeff get out your iPod. Now google "Tie up torture taped".." I said.

"Hmmm... First link is from a website called tieupgames.net." Jeff replied as AJ screamed into his gag in the background.

After a few minutes of scanning the boys found several genius techniques. Jeff ran downstairs to get supplies while I made a quick call.

I looked over at the chained up AJ and smiled as he squirmed in anger. "Hello 1-800-itch-men, uh, yeh I need some of your world famous. That's right fast delivery. Alright thanks."

Jeff returned with the supplies. Step one: Iceman. I pulled out a tray of icecubes and took one out of the tray. "Hold him down jeff." I lifted elastic on his briefs and dumped one inside. The response was unbelievable... AJ squirmed in agony flopping around the bed, screaming into his gag. I put two more in for good measure.

Step 2: Aquos." Jeff remove his gag, AJ if you scream not only will nobody here you, I will make sure you never play soccer again."

Spitting out the socks, A red AJ replied, "Youll pay when Dad finds out. Your dead."

"We'll be long gone by Sunday night," Jeff do the honors. Jeff picked up a bucket of water and heaved it on AJ soaking him from head to toe.

"AUGHHHH Frick you!" He yelled struggling against his chains.

Step 3: Clamp em.

"K now tape his mouth." I ordered.

"Wait Ive been chained for hours can't I at least get some food?"

"Oh yes here is a sandwich." I said giving him a bite. He chewed quietly and swallow to which we curated out laughing during his screams. Jalapeño hot sauce a classic! Jeff grabbed one of my dirty ankle socks, then used a ballgag to secure it in, locking the strap behind AJ's head. Then we cut away his t-shirt, putting nipple clamps onto his squirming body.

The doorbell rang, I went to get it and noticed my package had arrived. Itching powder! AJ had been tied
for ten hours now. Having soiled himself on the bed and getting all those tortures this and my final plan of kidnapping him leaving him in Canada then moving onto a better life with a new family. Then becoming a soccer star at a new school with a wealthy family that loved me this would cap it all off.

I walked upstairs, to reveal my new plan, and to top off the night. I looked to the bed where I saw something shocking. It was Jeff... And he was unlocking the final chains around AJ's foot on the last combo lock.

"Jeff what the heck?!?" I yelled. Shocked.

"Sorry Jacob, if I didn't he would tell the world my secret... I had too."

"Well what is it?" I asked forgetting about AJ.

"Oh god what have I done? I.... No I can't. I feel terrible Jacob, get out of here Jacob, before you get sent to military school!"

AJ spoke at last, going for the throat of Jacob, "I told you not to tell!"

Jacob bounded out the window falling into the bushes below then hauling to get out of there. AJ turned to me. "Well before you go to Military school in Russia Monday, your dead!"

I turned and ran, never looking back.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Tue Mar 15, 2011 4:09 pm

A towel was clamped over my mouth, the world got all dizzy as AJ whispered into my ear, limbs going limp. "Chloroform... It does wonders. I will answer all your questions on the car ride. Sorry bro but you ruined it all for me once...." and then I lost conciousness last seeing the white ceiling above.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Jason Toddman » Tue Mar 15, 2011 9:18 pm

Which country are these kids in that they could be sent to a military school in Russia?
Where did Jacob get the idea that a boy his age (or anyone over 2) could somehow find a wealthy family that would adopt him without the aid of an adoption agency; especially since he's already offically been adopted by someone else?
What is Jeff's terrible secret, and how did AJ know of it?
Will Jacob ever find happiness with a loving family or is he toast?
If AJ is such a beloved son, why was Jacob ever adopted in the first place?
Will these and other gripping questions finally be answered?
Stay tuned for another exciting chapter of: Soccer and The Chains of Adoption!
Same Brat Time! Same Brat Channel! :mrgreen:
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Dare to be different... and make a difference.
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Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby sarwrductan » Wed Mar 16, 2011 12:35 pm

LOL.......LOL.......Nice story too. Did you mean that was Jeff that fell out the window?
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Mar 16, 2011 1:21 pm

Haha alright, many many questions! No Jeff technically climbed out of the window onto the slanted roof then jumped down... At least that's what I was going for.

Remember Jacob is only 13 so not all of his ideas are going to make sense. (Trying to show some youth.)

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:04 pm

sarwrductan wrote: Did you mean that was Jeff that fell out the window?

Scottstud94 wrote:No Jeff technically climbed out of the window onto the slanted roof then jumped down... At least that's what I was going for.

I think what Sarwrductan was trying to point out was that it was Jacob that you said went out the window. :D There's a couple of other places where you wrote Jacob whereI think you meant James as well.
I'm glad I'm not the only one who keeps mixing up the names of two of his lead characters (as I've been doing between Will and John in my "What A Prisoner Among Friends?" story every so often.
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Mar 16, 2011 2:29 pm

Oh I see what he's saying. Yeh mix-up happens to everyone. As for the questions you will find out in my next installment.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Mar 16, 2011 5:48 pm

I awoke in the backseat of AJ's Escalade My hands had been cuffed in front of me, feet shackled together with the chain going around one of the metal contrapions under the seat. I had been buckled into the seat tighly in the middle seat also having been stripped down to my boxers

"Alright where are you taking me?" I asked surprised I wasn't gagged.

"Well look whose up," he said looking at me. "Alaska!"

"Alaska? Your joking right?" I responded.

"Ha you wish. Once we meet up with Dad in the Aluetian Isles, he knows a guy working... Underground in Russia. For an exchange of 50,000 dollars we can sell you to him, and pay off my college fees it'll take to get to a D1 college." He said smirking.

"You two are evil."

"Dont be afraid to write, oh wait.... Nevermind." AJ said.

I thought about my options, couldn't jump out of the car, couldn't attack AJ. I would have to wait for my moment to escape. I looked out the window and saw we were headed past Vancouver.

"Why are you so selfish?" I asked.

"You see as a member of this prestigious family unlike you I need to specialize at something. Soccers my game, if I don't go to a D1 college, Grandpa will disown me. Plus me and Dad never wanted you anyway. Mom wanted another son even though Iam well... Perfect. Me and Dad never wanted to sell you but... Your little escape back at the field hurt you. If you hadn't escaped it'd of all been good. Unfortunately for you, ya blew it." He explained.

Soon we stopped at a rest stop. AJ got in back and cuffed my handcuffs to my shackles then placed a piece of tape over my mouth and went inside.

Hmmmppphhh! I struggled knowing this would be the perfect moment to escape but AJ had the key in his pocket, besides I was practically naked.

Soon we were back on our way, I managed to get the tape off my mouth. "AJ, I have to go to the bathroom."

"Tough, not until your locked in a crate and floating across the Bering Straight." He responded.

"I will pee all over your escalade, it'll take months to.."
"Fine fine, but it's going to be quick. He pulled into a rest stop and unchained me. Cuffing my hands in front, and throwing a bag over my head, then taped it on. He took me over in a wooded area as I could tell from my bare feet stepping on the pine needles, then I felt a medium sized rock by my foot.

I did my business then threw a punch knowing my oppurtunity, managed to find the rock blinded clinched it in my fist and took a wild shot in the dark, and felt the joy of my fist going into his nose, rock first.

"UGH!" I heard.

I pulled the tape and bag off my head, then grabbed the cuff key from AJ's unconcious body. Unlocking my hands. I checked making sure he was alright. Knockout punch, then I had an idea. I stole AJ's clothes leaving him in only his boxer briefs and put them on. I carried the limp body over to a pole to the shock of onlookers who stood near the rest stop. I cuffed him to the phone pole taking his keys and phone.

He began to stir as I made a phone call. "Hey Dad it's Jacob listen I know this is unexpected but AJ is chained to a pole in a rest stop in Vancouver and I am taking the escalade. Later!"

I didn't even listen to him yelling I just ended the call. "AJ catch ya later, I said as I hopped in the Escalades driver seat. Now how do I work this thing? I started it up and put it in the "R" mode. People began to congregate around AJ as he threw a fit trying to escape. I pressed on the gas and it mustve been to hard because I smashed into the vehicle behind me. Whoops.

I then shifted into "D" and began to drive. Quick! Too my new family I thought as I drove on the expressway. It was good news it was morning because I had no idea what I was doing, nobody was on the road. I heard the cell ring and I answered it.

"Hello" I said.

"YOU LITTL...!" Snap I ended the call. It seems AJ had found a phone. I pulled into a nice town called Pine Valley and stopped the car and abandoned it in the pine trees. before I got pulled over. I looked at the text messages and noticed one saved from Jeff to AJ. It was that secret... Jeff was into bondage? Why did he tell AJ and not me? I was trustful and pretty open I guess.

Surprised I understood why Jeff had to let AJ go. I walked into the town of 578... On the sign it said. State Soccer Champions. I would like it here. I busted the phone so they couldn't track it or call me. Life was so uncertain but I was happier than ever.

Looking up at City Hall I noticed the town slogan, "Go where you are happy, like the happy families of Pine
Valley." Ahhhhh.... Home.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Jason Toddman » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:53 pm

Good installment. I trust there's more though. A high school freshman just walks into a strange town and wants to enroll in the local school and be adopted? And no one is suspicious? Especially after a person matching his desciption apparently stole a car (and damaged another) after assaulting its driver? And no one is going to come lookin to arrest or deport him? Or even get his fingerprints to chck his legal status? Right! :big:
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Wed Mar 16, 2011 6:59 pm

Jason Toddman wrote:Good installment. I trust there's more though. A high school freshman just walks into a strange town and wants to enroll in the local school and be adopted? And no one is suspicious? Especially after a person matching his desciption apparently stole a car (and damaged another) after assaulting its driver? And no one is going to come lookin to arrest or deport him? Or even get his fingerprints to chck his legal status? Right! :big:


There can be more! Just wondering how I would incorporate TUGS into them? Send me ideas people!

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby sarwrductan » Thu Mar 17, 2011 8:43 am

Here's an idea,.... May-be someone recognizes this kid fits the description given over a police scanner and he somehow manages to duck detection by the law but this person that makes the connection also gets word somehow that the boys father and brother are looking for their wayward relation so this person entices themselves into the boys good graces then turn on him and tie him up to turn him over to the dad Well by now the adoptive mother has found out the treachery of her husband and the son and she's trying to solicit help to get to her adopted son to save him from the father and brother trying to sell him off? Sorry...you gotta write the story....LOL...I look forward to the next edition
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Scottstud94 » Thu Mar 17, 2011 3:31 pm

After staying in a shed of a suburban home that night, I woke up on a chilly Sunday morning. Still in AJ's baggy orange t-shirt, belt and jeans, and shoes. I slipped onto main street, hair ratty and greasy, haven't showered in a while. It was a Monday morning and the kids were all about to go to school. I shivered in the Canadian air, and decided to head into the local store.

I had AJ's wallet still with me so I decided to go on a little shopping spree. Plus I needed one. The store was a large building but was definately filled with old time charm. What was called a mom and pop store. Souveniers and trinkets surrounded me.

"Shouldnt you be in school son?" I heard as I turned around to see an old greying man at the counter.

"Uh, no... I'm new in town." I responded.

"Ah well welcome. Wonder what would bring a family here?"

"Yeh. Is the schools soccer season still going?" I asked.

"Well..." he pondered, "My Grandson Aiden plays on the team, now that I think of it yes."

We continued to talk as I looked around the store, I looked out the window nervouslessly as a black car sped away. I had picked out a nice coat and brought it up to the counter.

"A fine choice," He said as I pulled out a credit card. "Woah there!" A credit card? How'd you get that?" He asked surprised.

"A gift," I lied. "Thank you sir I said leaving."

"Maurice." He said eying me, and I walked out with my new coat. Another car sped by me yet again. Hmmmmm.... I went down to the high school ready to enroll. Maurice was nice but I wanted to get onto that field. I enrolled in the office. The secretary asked for information. I told her, my parents had recently passed, and my uncle had lost the papers. The sob story worked as she handed me a schedule. I flew under the radar. Well I wanted to...

People kept pointing, staring, laughing as if I was a sideshow. Finally a kid went up to me with an iPod. Is this you? He asked holding up a video. It was me beating up AJ, cuffing him, and poorly escaping in a car shot by a teen with a cell phone. The video went viral, and had 2 million views overnight. Uh-oh.

"No... But that was funny though." I said lying, I was in trouble now. After school I went up to the soccer coach saying I was new and wanted to play.

"Well, can't promise anything it is District Finals but I can get you a uniform." He handed me cleats, green Adidas soccer socks, shinguards, black shorts, and a white jersey with Pine Valley Lumberjacks on it. "After school, practice, C field be there."

I went home to my.... Well home. The small shed in a backyard where I managed to keep hidden. I put on the uniform. Ok so I didn't have any real friends besides Maurice maybe, no home or family. Oh well I had soccer. I walked to field C passing through Main Street getting a wave from Maurice to come.

I entered the shop again loving the briskness of the air.

"Look......"

"Jacob," I said.

"Yes, Jacob well today your credit card you gave me was reported as stolen." I gulped. Two men appeared from the doorway. I ran upstairs realizing my mistake. I hid in the bathroom, as a knock could be heard on the oak door.

"Your father sent us! We are here to collect you. The door unlocked. I punched and fought to escape the mysterious men's grip but to no avail. I was quickly handcuffed, and my legs were chained together. Another set of cuffs was put on my hands which were now cuffed behind me. I screamed as I was led out into the black suburban. Thrown into the trunk kicking and screaming.

The last thing I saw was Maurice's apologetic face. Now what can I do? How can I escape these watchmen?

The car pulled over and trunk was opened. I heard tape being unraveled and wrapped around my mouth and eyes with precise precision wrapping my head with several layers. I kicked as my cleats were pulled off while my green socked feet kicked hard. I felt my hands being tied to my feet. Fruitless.

Now what could I do, as the car pulled away.

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby sarwrductan » Thu Mar 17, 2011 4:02 pm

aawwwwwl crappe!...That was fast!...But what do you expect would happen being caught on video annnnd using a stolen credit card?...Guess he didn't make the team! Any way, Love the liveliness and action here. I'll be back for more
Those who walk forward always looking back, don't see that which makes them stumble

Re: Soccer and the Chains of Adoption.

Postby Jason Toddman » Thu Mar 17, 2011 9:04 pm

All this sort of reminds me of an episode of the old 1960's TV show 'The Fugitive". Hmmm... Teen Fugitive. That sounds like it'd make a promising TV series.
Anyway, so fa so good. :D
Dare to be different... and make a difference.
To boldly go where no one in their right mind has gone before...