Throwaways

Christian Grey is on the run at fifteen. Escaping in a Beat up RV. The world is dark and mean as the fear the Grey's have had enough of his issues. Return to Foster care. Void the adoption. A throwaway kid. No one can be worse than him. No one can unloved like him. Till a world of hope and wonder unfold before him on the roads of America.

Chp1: slap and tickle

I'm sweating like a pig in the unseasonable heat of April. Clearing the ruble of the Lincoln new pool house. I am exiled to this five dollar an hour; I don't see a cent job. Have to pay back the money I stole to get drunk. Dad final realized half his whiskey stock was colored water. I see Mrs. Lincoln staring out the window checking me out. I flex and tease. She wearing a dressing robe.

Elliot calls her a MILF, a bored trophy wife to a guy twice her age. She likes to sunbath in the skimpiest bikini on the grass nearby. I harden just at the thought. Several times she gone topless. Shit! Grey get a handle on yourself. She never gone see a kid as a hook up.

I smirk as she in her bikini top, short-shorts hands me an ice tea. SLAP! What the fuck! She slapped me. hard! She kisses me hard. Rubbing her hand along my crotch. "Behave and you get more. Now clear the path. I'll be back to check you out." Grabbing my cock thru my jeans. She shakes her tight ass as she heads back into the house.

Hour later she returns. With a wicked look. She kisses me. SLAP! SLAP! She hits me again. "Now, stand still. Christian. If you stop behaving badly, get good grades, and stop drinking and stoning. This is what you get." She kneels and opens my jeans. Smirking up at me. she sucks me to release. She sucks me dry. She stands SLAP! "Remember only good boys get rewarded, bad boys get punished. But that for later. Bye" she wanders back inside.

I replay the scene in my head all night, reliving the feelings. I get myself off four times. It feels so good. Better than the drugs or the booze. I wonder what more we can do. I but my escape plans on hold. Maybe I can do this.

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A week later. Shit she is one sick bitch. She wants to tie me up and beat me. I 've had that shit before. I don't see me letting her do this even for the sex. I head over to her house. I sneak inside. I hear music from the basement. I sneak down the stairs. There's a door in the wall. A secret room. I sneak forward. quiet as a mouse. I see a frigging inquisitor wet dream. A torture chamber, dungeon! I know some of the porn mags I have, have this shit, but hell I didn't think it was real!

Eliana is laying on the round bed facing away. I start to leave; she stands with several bundle of money. Walking to a large mirror. She opens it, inside is a safe. she puts the money on a cabinet of many small drawers. "Jenny I got your number off a wall 876-5309, 876-5309, jenny, jenny I got you." Eliana sings as she spins the lock. Shit, it's her combination. The safe opens and shit! a wall of cash and file boxes. I leave and hide. She leaves. I see how she resets the dungeon. I hear her leave the house.

I enter the dungeon, check the safe. I careful remove a brick of money. Hiding the loss as best I can. I put everything back and leave. I find Eliana at my house having dinner with us. I eardrops on them. Shit! Mom's talking about institutionalize me, if I don't straighten up. Dad has had enough and is think drastic measures to save the family from my embarrassment.

I know I have to make my escape. I won't go back to some prison or hell hole. I need to think of a doable plan.

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Escape is easy, the Evade is hard. They will have to make a show effort to recover me, before giving up. I can take Lincoln money. The file boxes had some sick shit in them, including pictures of other boys and girls. She already has a file started on me. with Photos of her blow jobs. A letter about how I forced her.

So the money is covered, I think about Old man Williams down the road. He has an old Motorcycle. I've borrowed without him knowing. He doesn't leave the house since his stroke. But a kid on a bike. Would be vulnerable. Easy picking. I couldn't stay hidden. A car, better. But I would still be out in the open. Wait. The Morris have that big RV. A mobile home. Provisioned and fueled I could stay hidden for weeks, possible months. An no one would suspect the small guy in the RV was a kid on the lamb.

I borrow the bike and head into Seattle. Talking to my drug dealer, he sets me up with a Guy. The three RV he shows are garbage. There either ex-meth labs, or stripped mules. I head out. On the way back I see an old but well maintained RV, small a camper shell on a Van body. I pull over.

Talking with the guy, I buy the rig, with a rear wheel less trailer platform. He helps me get the bike on the platform. I drive away. The Rig belonged to his uncle, who died. He was happy to take cash and reminded me to register the vehicle, I know better.

Returning home. I go online and get insurance in my fake ID name. and set up the registration in Texas. Everything done by mail. I use a fake address and mail box in San Diego. I use it to hide my small online gambling and stock trading. My thirty grand escape fund is getting boosted by the Lincoln money.

The Lincoln and parents plus Mia are going to a weekend charity event in Portland. Elliot is planning to go to a party in Kirkland, so it just me, alone for three days. Starting Friday noon. I park the beast behind the Davenport house. It's been abandon for two years now, as they battle a divorce. So I know it will be ok.

I take it out Tuesday, getting it new tires, oils change and service. I then stock it with parts in need to change. And groceries. I can't cook and the frig is broken. So I get a lot of canned food. I think I'm going to come to hate chili. I stock up on linen and dish, cook ware at Bed and Bath. I hid the camper back at Davenport. Wednesday I work on the engine. Replacing hoses and lights bulbs and spark plugs. I ignore the parents' concerns. I know what's coming for me. I have to escape and evade them. I love them, but I know I've disappointed them too much. I am to broken, to messed up.

Thursday, I am back at the Lincoln's. After working a couple of hours, she hauls me inside to her lounge. She sucks me, and has me suck her. she fists my hair. I like and hate it. Afterwards she explains how our relationship is going to work. She demands I lay over the armrest and be belted. I know I have to play along. One more day. I let her belt me. it's not so bad, but I hate her with a passion. I know she will throw me away just like the other kids she molested. I leave limping.

Friday morning, the parents make an early start. Mom is cold and distance. Dad reads me the riot act. Even Elliot is subdued. I believe this is make or break time. If I screw up this weekend, I'm gone. I squander several hours thinking on this fact. Could I endure Eliana shit, or leave. In the end, I decide to take my life into my own hands. I pack my stuff and load the camper. Returning the car to the house. I leave a note for Elliot that I'm going to a party a won't be back till Sunday afternoon. I leave a note for dad that I'm gone, I mail it on my way to Lincolns.

I take everything in the safe. I drop the cash at the trailer. Along with a bunch of books on sex, and how to do sex, kinky and strange. I'm not sure why. But they fascinate me. I park the car. A ride my mountain bike over. Loading up. Its 3pm. I look out at the small world I've called home for eleven years. A drive away. South to California. I have a cash, food, fuel, and home. The world looks bright. Outside of Boeing field. I stop and change license plates I salvaged d from the junk yard. Escape accomplished. How the evading begins.