Reaping what you have Sown

Howdy all. It has been more than 2 years since the last time I wrote anything longer than a stern letter to my boss about my reduction in marshmallow allowance, so I decided to write a quick story here. I am planning on continuing my branch in the Love Potion story, but I want to get the ol' noggin lubbed up again. I am thinking this will be a couple chapters long. For this story, I plan on adding some romance, some power differences, might try to add some humor, and maybe some futa. With the futa, I know that is not everyone's cup o tea, so I might try to write the chapters non descript enough where it will be ease to have 2 branches with just a few tweaks. We will see. Once again, I am not planning on making this super long, more as a warm up. Feedback and comments are always welcome!

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Update 2 days after story went live. So this chapter turned out much darker than I had hoped. I have already written it with a plan for chapter 2, which is also a little dark (should be posted now). I am going to call chapter 1 and 2 the prologue and start the story proper on chapter 3. I will add a TLDR to the beginning of chapter 3 for those of you who do not want to read the dark chapters.

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The distinct metallic taste of blood was the first thing Jake noticed when he came to. That in itself was not uncommon for him as he was the main target of the numerous bullies at his school. There were only two "outcasts" at the school, and unfortunately for him, he was the only male. This resulted in mainly physical ****, while Valerie, the female outcast, suffered through more than her share of mental and emotional **** by the female bullies.

Jake couldn't remember a lot of what happened or what got him here, but he could feel this was worse than one of his normal beatings. He was laying face down in sharp gravel and decided it was best to start taking stock of his body to determine the extent of the damage. His mouth seemed to be the least damaged, though he felt the grit of coarse sand mixed with the slippery blood for a rather unpleasant experience.

He tried opening his eyes next, but found they would not open, most likely from the dried mixture of mud, tar, and blood covering his face. When he tried to reach up with his right hand to wipe his face, he screeched in pain from his arm having been dislocated.

Using more caution, he gingerly wiggled his fingers on his right hand. All fingers seemed to move as he wanted, though like the rest of his body, every movement cause a decent amount of pain.

He repeated the process for his left arm and found it is faired much better than his right.

"Of course my right side would be fucked up, that's the hand I do everything with," Jake grumbled to himself.

Right toes, check. Dull ache, but nothing he hasn't felt before

Left toes, check. Once again better than the right.

Right ankle, hurts pretty bad. Probably won't be able to put much weight on it for awhile, but he would recover.

Left ankle, definitely broken.

"Fuck," was all Jake could sigh. He continued his checks of all his extremities finding nothing was worse than the broken ankle.

Steeling himself, he elevated his left leg and pushed off with his left arm to roll over to his back. The pain and nausea hit him like a truck, along with a weird feeling in his stomach.

Now that he was on his back, we felt a slight drizzle, cold and wet against his skin. He laid in place, both to collect himself and wait out the nausea. Larger rain drops landed infrequently in random patterns acrost his body. Some of them started to loosen up the muck on his face that had kept him blind since he woke up. Slowly, he reached up with his good arm and swiped the black paste from his face.

Stars. Partially obscured by the clouds softly weeping above him. Trying to not move his head too much, he looked around for clues where he was. There were some grain silos off to his left. And a warehouse to his right. "Could be a barn, but looks more industrial than," Jake mused to himself. With not much to go on, he risked a small head turn to get more details, then he spotted it. The train yard tower.

"Explains the gravel." With his cursory examination done for his whereabouts and injury list complete, he decided to lay there for a little longer to recuperate. Not like anyone was really going to come looking for him. His parents probably wouldn't even notice he was missing until the funk in his room got unbearable.

With some time on his hands, Jake tried to remember how he got to the train yard and what was he doing here. He had a pending sense of doom, but couldn't quite place why he had it. Something to do with Valerie.

Ah Valerie, that gave him a smile. He first met her in the private preschool they both attended. It was a small class, so their friendship was kind of ****. Thinking back, there were only 3 other kids in the class besides Jake, 1 was an abnormally large kid named Brad that liked to pick on anyone smaller than him. Another was Reta, a small little girl who always wore 2 pigtails in her blonde hair. While Brad did pick on Reta, it was never to the same extent that Brad picked on Valeria and Jake. Some school yard whispers speculated that Brad liked Reta, just didn't know how to show it. Fortunately for Brad, Reta learned to take his picking and turn it back on him in a playful way, creating a tight friendship between the two of them. That left Brad and Reta versus Jake and Valerie. To stave off most of the harassment, Jake and Valerie tried to do everything together, forming a partnership more than a friendship.

But as these things do, spending a lot of time together brought Jake and Valeria closer together. They bonded over their shared interests, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, while bickered about the other things, such as the infamous Corn Dog/Hot Dog debacle. But no matter what happened, they always had each other's back, especially against Brad and Reta.

Jake and Valerie moved up through the different classes together with the full love and support of their parents. Unfortunately for Jake, his parents hit a rough financial spot that only last a month, but it was enough to introduce an excess of **** to their life style. While Valerie flourished with the love and guidance of her parents, Jake's school performance took a huge hit due to his parents' apathy caused by being wasted every second.

Brad, Reta, Valerie and Jake, much to the later two's chagrin, always seemed to move up to the same classes through elementary and middle school. Even though the class sizes got bigger, Valerie and Jake were still the targets of all the harassment being thrown around by Brad and Reta. As other kids joined in on picking on Valerie and Jake, Valerie and Jake retreated into the only safe place they knew, each other.

By the time they entered high school, Brad and Reta were at the top of the social food chain at the school. And they ruled over the school with an iron fist. This lead Jake's mind back to the present predicament. Valerie and how she fits into why he was at the train yard.