Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2022 23:22:46 +0800 From: Fist Bump Subject: Foster Slut Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Sup guys! Here's another chapter for you all. This one dives deep into Coach's past. I hope you like it, I wanted to give his character more depth and shine more light into why he was the kind of man he was today. Just some trigger warnings, this chapter talks about real experiences of rape. Not CNC or dub con, rape. I won't be too graphic with it, because I don't want to risk sexualizing what happened and lose its meaning. I want you all to know and understand the gravity of what Tyler endured to see what molded him to his current ways. Again, I hope you like it. If you enjoyed my story, please don't hesitate to email me - supbrodie101@gmail.com Please donate to Nifty. It's an incredible site and it needs your money and support to keep it going. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ It was almost an hour later and Coach was talking to one of the last guests to leave. Caleb and I moved from the kitchen to the living room and were just chilling for the past thirty minutes. Him on his phone, me watching Coach Tyler as he talked to different people. More and more I could see how this memorial service was taking a toll on him. With every passing guest, it seemed like he was sinking deeper and deeper into himself. He clearly hated doing this, and these people were overwhelming him. Every once in a while, when it seemed like he was close to panicking again, he would seek me out with his eyes and when he found me, a relieved breath seemed to escape him and he would calm down. I wasn't sure how to process this side of Coach Tyler. Our every interaction from the day we first met until the last time I saw him has always been antagonistic and this, this weird comfort thing we seem to have with each other here at his father's house is confusing the fuck out of me. Are we even friends? Before, I wouldn't dare call him that. But now? It seemed like we were. He looked so lonely. In his own father's house, surrounded by dozens of people he knew. I couldn't help but feel heartbroken as I watched him move across the room, going back and forth, with his sad eyes which had nothing to do with his father's death. It was clearly his own inner struggle which turned him into this dejected version of a once strong man. Turning to Caleb, I frowned when I realized he was watching me the entire time. With the glint in his eyes, and the beginning of a smirk on his lips, I already knew where his head was going. "So, Coach Tyler's pretty hot, huh?" I rolled my eyes and turned away. "Shut up." "Oh, come on Lucas. You could've told me you just wanted to see your boyfriend," he laughed. "But damn, first Dave and Ryan, then Mark, then me, and then here's hunky coach? Whew, that's a lot of men, Lucas." When he realized I wasn't responding, his laughter faded. "Seriously though, what's going on here? You were worrying so much about him, and he seemed weird with you. Plus, I can't reconcile this sad man with the bully you kept telling us about. Sure, he looks the part. But this guy unnerves me, Lucas. He's clearly dealing with something." I turned back and faced Caleb. "He's not weak, his father just died." "Did you hear what he said before? That dude clearly didn't love his father. Couldn't care less that he died. He called him an asshole just a while ago. Which was weird." It really was super fucking weird. I had a lot of questions in my mind, but I wasn't sure if asking Coach any of those questions would be the right choice. "And why did you seem so guilty when he disappeared? You went looking for him as if you were running to get him back. What did you do?" Caleb was headstrong, and very observant apparently. As I looked at him, he stared back at me with inquisitive eyes. Telling me he's expecting an answer and he won't leave me alone until I give him one. I debated whether I could trust him with this. But considering the fact that he was actually very helpful tonight, selflessly dropping his plans for the night and instead, driving me to the other side of the state without question and accompanying me without complaint. Like right now. I haven't heard a word from Caleb as we sat for almost an hour, waiting for Coach Tyler to finish with his guests. He just tried his best to make himself comfortable and stayed patient with me. Because that's the kind of guy he is, really. He's a true gentleman. And I wish someone out there sees him for what he's worth because right now I think he deserves the world. And I realize that hiding the truth like what I'm doing right now is really unfair for him. After a deep sigh, I decided to tell him. "Alright, I'll tell you everything. But please, don't be mad, okay? I don't want you to hate him because there's some dubious stuff that happened and I love you, but you have a tendency to become hysterical and overprotective and you can't do that tonight. As you can see, I'm okay despite what happened. I'm totally fine." With a frown, his eyes darted back and forth for a couple of seconds between me and Coach Tyler, who was still talking to someone. "That's not very reassuring, Lucas. I don't like that guy, and your little warning didn't make me feel any better." I sighed, then took his hand and laced our fingers together. "Please, just try to understand okay?" I begged. He breathed out a long sigh, before giving my hand a soft squeeze. "Okay, I'll try." ~ I told Caleb everything. From my first encounter with Coach Tyler, how he bullied me and made my life miserable in the team from day one of practice. I recounted every conversation, every banter we've had, because I thought that would explain what kind of relationship we had. The passive-aggressiveness, the humiliation, all that. I shared about my very first win, where I finished second and how that led to one of the most unforgettable nights of my life. One that shook me to my very core. Caleb's eyes widened and his jaw dropped from shock. I could feel the rising anger radiating off of his body. He gave Coach Tyler a death glare and in that moment I knew he was one second away from attacking Coach but before anything could happen, I grabbed his face and turned him towards me. "You promised, Caleb." I gritted out. "I am fine." Thankfully, nothing escalated after that. I continued telling Caleb about our consistent sexual trysts that followed that. I told him about the fact that even in the morning during class I would often get a text and I would sneak out for ten minutes so I could run quickly to Coach's office to suck his cock and run back again to class smelling like cum. Or sometimes I would run a little weirdly during training practice because Coach fucked me hard and raw during my lunch break because he's horny and "he needs a pussy to fill with his cum". "You don't need to be graphic, Lucas," Caleb said, wincing. "I get it, you and him were having wild monkey sex at school. Then what happened? That still doesn't explain why we're here." I flushed, embarrassed. I admit I got a little bit distracted as I looked back on my memories with Coach. Who wouldn't? But now was not the time. So then I told him about that night in his office where I saw him sleeping. I told him about what I did and the results of my actions. "I've never seen him look that terrified, his eyes were scared and I could tell that he was so far away in his mind when he looked at me. I knew he was reliving a painful memory." I told him about how Coach sobbed and how he was screaming for his uncle to get away. Understanding dawned in Caleb's face. And the fury that was evident in his eyes quickly morphed into pity. His gaze darted to Coach, looking deep in thought as he watched him for long moments. And as if feeling the weight of Caleb's eyes, Coach looked back, before a crease formed between his brows when he saw the inexplicable emotion behind Caleb's eyes. Caleb turned back to me and took a deep sigh before he murmured, "His uncle..." He stopped, not being able to complete his sentence. I nodded. Understanding what he wanted to say. ~ Soon after that, we realized Coach had just closed the front door as the last guest of the night went home. Now it was just the three of us in the house. The catering had cleaned up in the kitchen so there wasn't much left to do for Coach but to pick up a few glasses that the last guests left in the living room. On his way to the kitchen, Coach looked back over his shoulder. "Want anything to drink? I'm grabbing a beer." I shook my head no. "No for me, too. We're driving back tonight." Caleb said. Coach cocked an eyebrow. "It's a three hour drive and it's almost midnight. You can stay the night. There's a guest room in this god-forsaken house." He said gruffly. Caleb and I glanced at each other. Both thinking the same thing. This man is so unpredictable. I cleared my throat. "He's right. Plus, I don't have to get back until tomorrow when Mark finishes his shift." I said to Caleb. He took a few seconds to think then he nodded. "Alright, we'll stay. And I'll have a beer." Coach nodded, then continued his way to the kitchen. I took that moment to hold Caleb's hand again and give him a grateful smile. "Thank you. For being so cool." I squeezed his hand to let him know how much I really appreciated everything he's done tonight. Coach returned with two bottles of beer and water for me. After he gave us our drinks, he walked over to the sofa in front of us and plopped down. "That was a fucking nightmare. I don't ever wanna see those people again." He murmured, eyes closed as he rubbed them tiredly. When he opened his eyes, I saw that they were bloodshot. But I knew it couldn't have been from crying, he clearly just lacked sleep. "So what the hell are you really doing here, Lucas? And how did you find out this address? No one knows about my father. Not even my buddies back in town." I swallowed. "I got it from Dave. He helped me find you." His eyes stayed locked with mine. "And why do you want to find me?" I stilled, my mind going blank. I sat there with my mouth opening and closing like a fish, having no clue how to answer him. "The school needs you. Our team needs you. I heard they're replacing you soon if you don't come back." I was thankful that my voice sounded even because internally, I was nervous as fuck. "They should. Because I'm not going back. There's no one keeping me in that town." He said dryly. I frowned at his response. "What? You can't just leave! What are you going to do?" I sputtered. Coach was undeterred. Taking a swig of his beer, he said, "I'm going to sell this house and move." I looked at Caleb with wide eyes, and he just shrugged at me. I sat there looking stunned, sputtering as I tried to understand what Coach was telling me. "But you can't just leave, you have friends there!" He snorted, but he was far from amused. "They don't give a fuck about me, and I couldn't care less about them." I was dumbfounded. "Why the hell do you even care, Lucas? What's it to you if I leave?" Coach asked heatedly. "Because..." "We're not anything, we're not friends. I still don't understand why you felt the need to drive all the way here." Coach continued. "And why do you want me to come back?" "Because I felt guilty!" I cried loudly. He blinked at me. "Why the fuck do you feel guilty?" I took a deep breath. "I can't just forget about what happened in your office before you left. When you..." Coach visibly tensed at what I said so I refrained from saying more. It was clear he didn't want to talk about it. I sighed, "Look, I know this is really weird, me coming here and looking for you. But I witnessed something that broke my heart and I just can't let it go. I don't care if we were never friends but I know that despite what you did to me, you never hated me. And I never did, either. At least, genuinely. I might have hated you superficially because you were an asshole." I heard Caleb chuckle beside me. Which prompted Coach to look at him. "Who are you anyway? His boyfriend?" Caleb laughed this time. "No, I'm his dad's best friend. Nice to meet you by the way." I realized I've never really introduced them to each other and this was their first interaction. "He helped me sneak out and drove me here. Be nice to him." I told Coach. He just nodded. Everyone went silent again. We sat there looking at each other for a couple minutes, the only sound we could hear was the midnight breeze and the distant sound of cars from the next street. Coach took a deep breath and sighed. "Look, I appreciate you coming here, Lucas. But you didn't need to. Whatever it is you feel guilty for, I'm telling you now to let it go." He then stood up and turned to Caleb. "You guys can stay the night but I'm wiped so I'm going to bed. Tomorrow morning you can go." Then without a beat, he turned around and left. "Coach, wait! What are you talking about? You have to go back!" I said, rushing towards him but I felt Caleb grab my arm. "Lucas, let it go." Then I heard Coach's exhausted voice murmur. "Yes, let it go. I don't need you, Lucas. Leave me alone." He walked towards the stairs and climbed them without looking back. He didn't stop, and after several seconds I heard the bedroom door upstairs close. ~ Caleb and I were in bed, on our backs staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to come to us. After Coach left us, Caleb told me once again to leave him alone and pulled me upstairs to the opened bedroom which we assumed was the guest room. I could hear Coach softly snoring from the next room. "I still can't believe he's just going to leave like that." I said softly in the dark. "You heard him, Lucas. He said to leave him alone. Respect his decision. First thing tomorrow morning we're going to drive back and you should just forget about him." "But how can I just let that go?" He sighed. "I know you're attached to the guy, but he needs to sort out his problems himself and you can't help him with that. Even if you can, he doesn't want you to so there's nothing else you can do but let him go and move on with your life." I was perfectly aware of how weird I was acting right now. And the emotions swirling inside me were just as confusing. Coach Tyler and I don't have any sort of relationship whatsoever. Like he said, we can't necessarily call each other as friends, and the weird sexual situation we had in school clearly meant nothing to him. "But it meant a lot to you, admit it." A voice in my head said. Breathing deeply, I turned my head toward the wall separating our Coach's room to ours. Caleb was right, I've grown attached to the man. That's why I'm feeling all of these conflicting emotions and it upsets me to know that he's leaving. I don't want him to go, plain and simple. I want him to stay and I want us to be friends. He clearly needs some company. And not like his buddies who didn't give a fuck about the fact that he went missing for a month and still didn't bother to look for him. He needs people who will care for him like I do. Because damn it, I care a lot about Coach. I must have fallen asleep, I had no idea if it was only for a couple of minutes or a full hour had passed already but I was woken up by something. Glancing at Caleb, I saw him sleeping peacefully beside me. But as I watched him, I realized what woke me up was the sound of someone mumbling from the next room. I knew for a fact that there was no one there with Coach. I looked at my watch and I saw that it was a little bit past two in the morning. I sat up slowly to not wake Caleb, and padded outside to go check on Coach. "Coach? Are you okay?" I said, while knocking softly on his door. All I heard was more mumbling. I opened the door slowly, peering in. And I saw Coach lying on his bed, trembling and hugging a pillow tightly to his chest, while whispering someone else's name. At least, it sounded like a name. He was dreaming. I walked softly towards the edge of his bed, and once I was close enough I gently placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him. "Coach?" For a second I was worried that he would jump up and attack me like the last time I did it, but thankfully, this time he simply stopped moving and after a few seconds, opened his eyes. He blinked at me as he gathered his wits, then looked around the dark room. He glanced back at me with a confused frown. "Lucas?" He croaked. "Yeah, it's me. I came to check on you." He sighed, "Was I..." Having another nightmare? Yes. "You were calling out someone." I said. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, with Coach lying on his back watching me. After a few minutes, I asked. "Who's Miles?" His eyes widened and I felt him tense up. At this point I expected him to get angry and throw me out. Most likely yell at me for barging in his room. But no, he didn't do any of that. Instead, he stared back at me and was shocked to realize that his eyes were brimming with tears. Not thinking, I acted on instinct. Stupidly, I hurriedly laid down on the bed right next to him and wrapped my arms around him. It wasn't until I felt him stiffen in my arms did I realize what I just did. I fucking cuddled him. "What... are you doing?" He croaked, despite his tears I think I even detected a hint of amusement in his voice. Embarrassed, I buried my face in the crook of his neck. My lips pressed against his neck. "Uhmmm... being an idiot?" I said, my voice muffled. I might be the one dreaming now because the next thing I knew, Coach's shoulders were shaking and he was chuckling. And a second later, his arms were wrapping around me as well, before pulling me tightly against his side. Yup, totally dreaming. Once his chuckles died down, he sighed deeply. Then he became quiet again as he got lost in his thoughts. I stayed perfectly still, even though I wanted to lift my head so I could see his face, I didn't move in fear of breaking whatever this is. And I was actually enjoying this, being wrapped in his arms. Almost ten minutes had passed, and we were just there, breathing and thinking. Cuddling. The room was quiet, so was the house, and not a single breeze was heard from outside. The only thing I could hear was Coach's breathing and the sound of his heart as it beat. I swear if I could fall asleep in his arms and I would be the happiest man tonight. "Miles was my cousin. And he was everything to me." He said. I was startled, not because of the sudden sound of his voice, but because of the weight of emotion behind his words. This time I looked up from his chest to his face, and I saw the faraway look in his eyes. He was talking about a cousin who has passed. His body radiating a lot of pain, anguish, and... longing. A deep rooted, intense yearning that could not be missed. Frowning, I whispered, "You mean..." "Yes, he was my world." He said, voice breaking. "And I was his, before he died." My hands went to caress his chest. Trying my best to console him as this was clearly something that was hard for him to talk about. "I'm sorry." I whispered. He didn't say anything back, but he gave my hand on his chest a squeeze before lacing our fingers together. In that moment I knew I was seeing a totally different side of Coach Tyler. A vulnerable side he's never even shown anyone. His hands were tightly locked with mine, as if he was holding on. As if he was pulling strength from me. "We were both seventeen and in love. Despite of our fucked up family, we were happy. Him and I. We've always talked about always being there for each other no matter what." His thumb started rubbing the back of my hand. But his eyes remained fixed somewhere, unseeing, but in his mind he was reliving his past memories from many years ago. "We dreamed about being together in college and just finally leaving our shitty home. I was going to be on a football scholarship, and him on track. We were going to go to the same college and planned on living like how we always wanted to. Just us, in a new place, with no dads to control us and hurt us." His eyes filled with tears again. "He always protected me. Even though I was older than him by several months, he was always the one taking all the pain for me. Because he said he couldn't bear to watch me get hurt. Especially by his dad, Uncle Nick." The mention of his name caused me to stiffen. But Coach didn't notice as he kept going on. "He was an evil man. Uncle Nick knew early on how close Miles and I were getting and he never missed a chance to humiliate us for feeling that way for each other. He told Miles that he will never have a faggot son. He called us a lot of names-- faggots, degenerates, perverts, all of that. But that didn't stop him from-" Coach Tyler choked, overcome with emotion. His tears fell, wetting his cheeks, but after clearing his throat he continued talking. "But that didn't stop the fucking hypocrite from touching his own nephew. From sneaking into my room and-" he exhaled, unable to say the words. "That's why Miles always wanted to sleep in my room. Partly because he wanted to be close to me, but mostly just so he could divert his own father's "attention" to himself whenever that man was in his mood. And you know what the fucked up thing about it was? He fucking did it. He went on and abused his own teenage son." He was seething with anger, brought by the disturbing memory. But then a few moments later, his face softened again. "And Miles let him. To protect me. Most of the time that would work, he would pull his father away from me and bring him to his bedroom where everything would happen. But there were times when it would just provoke Uncle Nick and beat Miles over and over until he's black and blue before finally coming to me." His tears were falling freely, and my heart was breaking with every word he was saying. "Where was your father during all of this?" I asked, my heart pounding. "He was there. He was in that fucking house and he didn't do anything." Coach growled. "But why? You're his son and his brother was clearly abusing the two of you. He should've done something." I said, my own anger rising. "No, he wouldn't have. Because in his eyes, Uncle Nick couldn't do no wrong. He was deeply in love with him after all." I froze, my mouth hanging open. But Coach wasn't done. "My father was hopelessly in love with him. But Nick was never into men. He just did the things he did to us for the power trip. To hurt us, to make us fear him. So to my father, he would let that evil bastard do whatever he wants just as long as he gets to experience it for himself. As long as gets to have him on his own too. Because that's the only time he feels that Nick loves him too." I was stunned. Left speechless by the revelation. "I told you it was a fucked up family. No wonder our moms left early on. They probably saw the darkness lurking in their husbands' eyes and decided they couldn't deal with that so they left and never looked back." I was dumbfounded, unable to comprehend what Coach was saying. But I knew that he was telling the truth. This wasn't some sort of sick joke he was playing. The deep-rooted pain radiating off of him as he talked about it proof enough that it was nothing but the truth. Hard, painful truth. "But I couldn't really blame my father for being in love with his brother. I was in love with my cousin and if he had lived on, I would be the same. I would let Miles do whatever he wanted because of how deep my love went for him. But unlike Nick, Miles was an angel. Despite what happened in our home, he stayed kind and happy and generous to all the people around him. Whereas I started to turn inward and kept to myself. I had no friends except him, because he was the only one that mattered." The tears stopped, and he took a long, tired sigh. I saw how exhausted he was, his eyes starting to swell. Though he was calm, he still looked pained. I knew what was coming next, and I readied myself for it. "Miles and Nick died a few months before our junior year ended. He was in the car with his dad, and Uncle Nick was drunk. They collided with a ten-wheeler and Uncle Nick died instantly," Fresh tears fell from Coach's eyes. And this time he couldn't he couldn't help himself anymore. He sobbed. "Miles however, was still alive when the paramedics came. I was still able to see him at the hospital, fighting for his life. But he never woke up. And a few days later he died too." ~ I let Coach let out all the tears he's been holding. As he silently cried, he held me in his arms, afraid to let me go. We stayed like that for hours. Though he had no more words to say, he didn't want me to leave. He just wanted me by his side as he purged all of those dark, painful memories that were rotting him from the inside. Sleep never came for both of us. I glanced toward the window and saw that the outside sky was turning deep purple. Telling me that the sun was on its way to rising. No matter how tired we were, our minds were wide awake. Coach has stopped crying, and in the last hour we've simply been holding each other. I was the one who broke the long silence. "I'm sorry for what happened, that explained a lot of things. Especially about the way you were talking about your father. I understand now why you resented him." I felt Coach nod softly. "He wasn't necessarily evil like Uncle Nick. But in his love for him he chose to turn a blind eye and leave his son behind." "What happened after they died?" Coach took a deep sigh. For him, there were no more tears to shed, he cried it all out. "I pulled out of school the rest of the year. When I came back the next year I was a different guy. I was dead inside, playing football didn't help, and a lot of people were disappointed because I was on track for a football scholarship and could've gone all the way to the pros. But nothing was the same anymore after Miles. It's like my life ended at the same time as his." Looking up from where my head was resting in his chest, I lifted my hand to caress his cheek. Meanwhile, his eyes were fixed to the ceiling. "Then what happened to Frank?" I was curious to know what their situation was after they both lost the love of their life. And considering how much Coach resented his father, even after his death, I assumed it didn't get any better. "After high school we moved here. Obviously, all those scholarship offers vanished, but it didn't matter to me because the whole thought of college was too painful for me. Knowing Miles wasn't there to go with me," He started to run his fingers through my hair. "Dad was no better. Just like me, he became a shell of a man. We both tried our best to recover, but it was clear we were hopeless. We never had any kind of relationship with each other. We didn't know how to build one anyway. Too broken and fucked up in the head, I guess." "You didn't go to college?" I asked. "I did. I spent two years working day and night, which was unhealthy but it was the only way I could forget all the pain. It was also the only way I could avoid going home because we couldn't stand each other. We didn't fight, we barely even talked, I guess it was because we both reminded each other of what we've lost." That must have been difficult for an eighteen year old to handle. To lose someone as important as Miles and then not have a loving support system to guide you through your grief, I couldn't even begin to think about how incredibly isolating and lonely that is. "Because of that, I was able to save a lot of money for community college and since I was smart enough, I was able to get a scholarship and not pay full tuition." My lips curved into a smile as I heard the pride in his voice. He should be, he was left broken and alone at a young age and yet, he was able to pick up the pieces and build a life for himself. "Miles would be very proud of you." I whispered, looking up at him. This time, he shifted his head to look back in my eyes. "Thank you." He said, his voice full of sincerity, it took my breath away. Despite of his swollen eyes, he was still one of the most handsome men I've ever laid eyes on. Especially now that he's opened himself up to me, and the usual scowl was nowhere to be seen. I spoke without thinking. "You're very handsome, you know that? When you're not looking like you want to kill me." He chuckled, his lips curling up and his eyes crinkling. Then he gave my head a gentle kiss.