Squee

Round 2: November 2002

Donnie Bishop is 21, Curt Wool is 16

Curt never anticipated it being so lonely out in Strangetown. They didn't want to get close to anyone for fear of being found out. The paperwork to be emancipated hadn't gone through yet. It was projected to go through next month before he was officially an adult. "I want a puppy babe." Curt said over his guitar playing. "Uh, I don't know about that. What do you really need a puppy for?"

"I'm lonely. You work a lot, which I know is to support us and I thank you, but I get lonely here and I just want a puppy."

For some odd reason the conversation escalated to something it shouldn't have. Donnie had been drinking, it was thanks day after all, and went on a car ride to clear his mind. 

Unbeknownst to Donnie, Curt already had an appointment with the adoption agency to see a new puppy.  He ended up adopting the dog and naming him Squee but his happiness was interrupted when he got a phone call. "Hello?" "Hey baby. Uhm I need you to grab my wallet and come down to the police station." That was the scariest phrase Curt had ever heard. He grabbed the wallet and his keys and raced out to the car. 

Everything was a okay. Donnie just had to pay a 1000 dollar fine for driving drunk. "Don't you ever scare me like that again Donnie!" Curt kissed Donnies cheek. "I promise. That was just as scary for me." Just then Donnie heard a small bark, "You went behind my back and got the damn dog didn't you!" Curt gave a sly smile, "But babe, look at him. For real."

Curt looked the dog over and instantly fell in love. "I guess we can keep him." Curt jumped up and down with a huge grin on his face. "Oh thank you! Thank you baby."

The rest of November was uneventful for the Bishop-Wool household. Squee played a lot and was an overall really great puppy. He also soon became Donnies' best friend. 

Notes:

• That 1,000 dollar fine hurt my soul lol. They really don't have much money and Curt can't even get a job until next month. 
• We get closer to 2003 which means everyone ages up a year and I am excited about that. 

RIP Racoon

Round 2: November 2002

Colin is 26, Rain is 24

Rain met Colin at his house after the funeral. She knew how much that cat meant to him. She had to admit she loved that cat herself. 

Rain: I'm so sorry baby. I know Racoon meant a lot to you. 

Colin: You know what would make me feel better?

Rain: What?

Colin: If you moved in with me. I've got this big ol house and I come home to it being empty every night. It gets lonely. 

Rain: You serious? You want me to move in with you?

Colin: Yeah. You mean a lot to me and I love having you around. 

Rain: You got those mixed up. You love me and it would mean a lot to have me around. 

Colin: .. I love you only if you love me back. I ain't no wuss. 

Rain: I guess I love you. 

Colin and Rain both start laughing. Only they would tell each other they love each other in such a fucked up way. This was a big part of the reason Colin loved Rain. She just got him. 

Moving in really wasn't so hard. She had a roommate and they shared the apartment, Rain told her roommate she would pay one last months rent to help her out. Yasmine was sad to see her go but happy for her. Yasmine felt as though Abby and her were moving at a snails paste. 

Colin and Rain worked opposite schedules and was starting to understand Colin being lonely. As a surprise she bought a kitten. He was nowhere near Racoon cute-ness but he was a sweet cat.

Rain: You better fit in nicely kitty. What am I going to name you. Idk, I guess we will figure that out when Colin gets home. 

Rain made herself right at home. She had spent most of her time here anyway so this house wasn't a mystery to her. 

Colin was never a big fan of drugs so Rain tried her best to only smoke when he was at work.

It helped with her cramps but also gave her the munchies. If they could make a weed without munchies she would be in heaven. She really tried to watch her figure. 

On the last night of November Boomer grew up. It was so crazy to Rain how fast they grew. 

Notes:

• This house was so sad to play. Literally I looked for Racoon for 10 real life minutes. I thought he ran around or something but nope he died. Rip baby. 

Asshole

Round 2: November 2002

Irvin is 30

Skilling was probably the worst part of my job but if I wanted to be competitive in todays' job market I had to keep on top of my game. 

It helped that I worked out and looked great. Being a looker helped you succeed in life. Probably the most important lesson I ever learned.

Chris: What do you mean they offered you the job already? You've only been with the company for 2 years and you already are the assistant to the manager!

Lilly: Oh how dare you bitch.. I've been there longer then you and I am still just an assistant to YOU.

I laugh at my co-workers. They just didn't have what it took to make it to the top.

I can't say I did either, I only really cared about one thing... Sex. Maybe in another lifetime I would settle down with this girl but it just wasn't in the cards for me. 

Don't get me wrong she was beautiful, smart, and funny but I really only wanted a lay. 

Which is of course what she gave me.. I hardly ever got rejected. Actually when I think about it, I have never gotten rejected.

I look down at her tits flopping everywhere. All night I wondered if they were real, to my surprise they were. Perky and big, my boner grew. If I wasn't balls deep it might have caused blue balls. 

It didn't matter where I got some from, just as long as I did. I was annoyed with how loud she was. Even though I was sure everyone knew what we were doing already I didn't want to advertise it. 

Beth: HARDER daddy!

I hated it when women called me daddy, I didn't have any children and would not be in a dirty bathroom fucking my child either. 

Irvin: The quieter you are the harder I'll go. 

Like a miracle she shut up.

After I was done I put my clothes back on. No need to lolligag around. 

Beth: Call me?

I gave her a cheeky grin. 

Irvin: Don't count on it.

Different night, same shit though this piece of ass was supreme. She was quiet and flexible, like I liked it. Plus she was into anal which always got me going. 

I thought I was dreaming when she bent down on the floor and put her legs on the wall. I would definitely be calling this old timer back. 

I got just in time for a quick shower and my favorite movie. I admit, I have a sensitive side but I had never let any woman close enough to know it. 

November was coming to a close. I hang my clothes up in the brisk air. I should of put a shirt on before I did this but they were all dirty. I needed a drier stat.

Notes:

• Irvin gives me fuck boy vibes so I went with it. I got a surprise for that ass though. HAHA.
• I really love him. He's from Josie and I only edited him a tiny bit. I also found a way to add Cassandra Goth to my fucked up story ahhah!

Day by Day

Round 3: November 2002

Abby is 38, Ricky is 16

Working out kept me sane. I got some paperwork in the mail from the court. My son emancipated himself. Which meant he was no longer a missing person. Which meant I couldn't search for him anymore. It hurt but at least I knew he was still alive and wherever he was I hoped he was happy. 

I needed to focus on Ricky anyway. He was fucking failing junior year. All he ever wanted to do was hang out with his girlfriend, which understandably she was pregnant, and cook. Okay I admit, I didn't mind the cooking but I needed him to get his head on straight.

Work was alright. I got put on patrol after arresting the wrong suspect but my head just wasn't in the game. 

Abby: Morning Lora

Lora: Fuck you Abby.

Lora still hated me for arresting her husband. We both knew I knew his confession was bogus but he still confessed. Besides my deceased wife hated him and it felt like the descent, honorable thing to do for her and no, Derrick wasn't the one I got put on patrol for. As far as anyone was concerned his confession was legit. 

I guess my talk with Shayna worked. Ricky stayed up late doing all his missing assignments. Thank fucking god. I can only handle so much. 

NOTES:

I gave Cassandra Goth a makeover and I am so in love with her. I gotta fit her into my story somehow. 

I was on discord talking to the homies and forgot I had the game running, Come back to it and see Ricky butt naked bout to eat breakfast. My kind of man LOL.

My babes didn't have any ROS this go around which is fine so it was just a light hearted post which is nice in this crazy ass save LOL>=

Denial

Round 3: November 2002

Irma is 18

Narrated by Irma

Flash back to October 2002

When it happened I couldn't believe it. Adam asked me out AGAIN and I told him no like always but this time he punched me. 

Adam: No one rejects me. You're gonna learn bitch!

I waited until he left before I called my brother. As usual he didn't pick up, I was desperate so I reached out to my mom to ask her for the prison number. She gleefully gave it to me and I phoned my dad. 

Our conversation was long but a good one. He made me feel safe even from prison. 

I felt so safe in fact I put Adam out of my mind and disregarded his threat. That was a mistake. He came into my room late that night reeking of alcohol.

Irma: What the hell are you doing in here Adam. Get out o-or I'll scream!

He gave me a lazy leer before he punched me again. I tried to scream but he puts his hands around my throat. 

Adam: Fucking scream and I'll crush your windpipe bitch! When I tell you I want this pussy you give it up!

He roughly rips my skirt off and pulls his pants down. The horror of what was about to happen hit me like a ton of bricks. I start to plead with him hoping I can appeal to his humanity. 

Irma: Please no. I'm a virgin and I'm waiting till marriage. Please Adam, I'll go on a date with you, i'll do whatever just not this.

Adam: I like it when you beg.

He enters me forcibly and I cry out. I struggle against him but he only applies more pressure to my throat. 

He was so rough and I thought the worst was happening but I was wrong. He flips me over and spits on my asshole.

Irma: NO! HELPP

My screams didn't make it far. He pushes my head into the pillow and sticks his fingers in my ass one at a time until it is his whole fist.

Adam: God damn you're tight. You really are a virgin aren't you? 

The torture continues for hours. I tune it out as best I can, trying to make myself numb to it. Ever so often I open my eyes and look up at him to see only a demon. Why was this happening to me. How come no one was coming to help me? 

Finally he finishes. To my horror it is inside of me. God I hope I'm not pregnant, that I couldn't deal with. 

Unbeknownst to me someone had heard my screams. 

~End of Flashback~

Rico: Come on baby sis, hustle! We gotta get this place clean for our thanksgiving party!

Porter: Oh my gawd. Shut up I know!

We were having a party for Thanks Day. It was my first Thanks day away from home and I was excited to do it with my friends. I hadn't told anybody about that night but Adam hadn't bothered me since then. I was grateful.

Irma: Yeah, 444 South Lane... 15 pizzas... Great see ya then. 

I hang up the phone on the pizza guy. None of us knew how to cook so we decided on pizza. I wanted chinese but I got voted out. 

Adam: Yo sis, I've been trying to talk to you for a week now and you just keep ignoring me wassup?

Heather: I've been ignoring you because I don't even know who you are anymore. You raped that girl Adam!

*He pulls her to the side*

Adam: Keep your fucking voice down Heather.

Heather *Whispering*: Do you even know who the fuck she is? That is Derrick Bishops' daughter.. THE BISHOP'S daughter! 

Adam: Wait wait, I knew her name sounded familiar but like the dude in the Mob? The one in jail?

Heather: Yeah bitch, and you can bet your ass she told them which is why she's been acting fine. I'm distancing myself from you so when they kill you hopefully they won't kill me too. 

Adam: They ain't going to kill me, that little bitch been asking for it. Walking around here in her panties and thigh high socks. She wanted me and she knows it. That's why she been acting fine. Matter of fact, I'm going to fuck that little slut again tonight. This time though she gone give me head.

Heather looks at her brother in disgust. She was disgusted with herself for even listening to this. She couldn't let this gone on. 

That night was the worst of my life but since then I had gotten closer to Mckenzie. She heard me crying in the bathroom the night after and spent the whole night just holding me. She never asked me what happened and she never judged me afterwards when I went a little crazy. All I did was party and drink now. I drank to forget. I hardly thought about it when drunk. Hell most of the time I denied it affected me that much but I was just lying to myself.

Mckenzie: Hey, I've been looking for you everywhere. You alright?

I had had been drinking all day and was feeling a little brave. 

Irma: I'll feel better when your mouth is on mine. 

In the closet we went. This was becoming my life. Apparently no one respected me so why would I respect myself.