Grooming Since Grade School

Giving back, teaching the game to so many kids over the years, happy to volunteer to assist in shaping the future. There was one special kid, smart, talented player in need of guidance. Grant gave guidance in the form of extra practice and personal instruction. Grant's hard work seemed to pay off when young Gary Garland made the varsity football team as a freshman. Grant celebrated his protege's accomplishment; he received much praise for the part he played in the player's success.

Gary was focused on the game he loved and his studies, he didn't have much time for girls or hanging out. He did however make time for his mentor who was still trying to shape him. As a sophomore Gary broke the Randal High School's rushing record. Again Grant celebrated his accomplishment. They celebrated together.

Gary was wrapping up another stellar season in which he led his team to the state championship. They came up a little short in the championship game but Gary ran for 234yrds. And three touchdowns. The scouts were clamoring for him and the whole town knew his name. His future was bright and his nose was open. Gary discovered girls, and he liked them, he liked them a lot.

Despite enjoying the spoils of being a local celebrity he did hold one young lady higher than all the others. Gail was the head cheerleader and daughter of a former football star from the area. She wasn't just a pretty face, she was also class president, starting point guard for the basketball team and the junior prom Queen the year before. She loved Gary with all her heart; Gail's puppy love for him had bite to it. Eventually they got serious and she removed all of the other girls from the conversation. Grant wasn't pleased.

Later that winter tragedy struck their small town on a the coldest night of the year. A young football coach and mentor to youth in the community had been stabbed several times and was in critical condition. Gary raced to the hospital when he got the news but he was too late. Grant had expired. Guilty relief he felt as he drove to meet Gail for comfort.

He pulled up and she ran out to meet him. He unlocked the door and she jumped into the passenger seat.

“Hey Baby. Are you alright?”

“I just can't believe he's dead. Who would want to kill Grant?”

Gail remained quiet as he continued on.

“This is really messed up. I don't know why this happened whoever did this must be a monster.”

Gail had heard enough, she just had to chime in.

“Maybe it was someone who cared about you very much and that's why it happened.”

He frowned a curious frown.

“What do you mean? You didn't...”

“Why are you so worried about him anyway?! Here you are with me and all you keep talking about is Grant!”

“Well, he's dead so..”

“So what? He's dead, I'm alive now we're free to be together.”

“What do you mean, we were already together.”

“I know he didn't want you seeing me.”

“What do you mean? You know what I mean and you know why?”

“What?”

“Stop playing stupid; you're starting to piss me off.”

She raised her hand and he could see the bandage on her palm under the street light.

“What happened to your hand?”

“I burned myself cooking.”

“You burned yourself? Well why are you bleeding?”

She looked at her bandaged palm to see it was soaked with blood. The wound had reopened. She looked down at her lap knowing that she was busted but she was more relieved than afraid.

“Did you kill Grant?”

She didn't look up, so he asked again.

“Gail, did you kill Grant?!”

Suddenly she looked up with an evil look in her eye.

“Yes I killed his nasty predatory ass.”

“Why?”

“I know what he was doing to you and I know you're not like that. He told me everything when he was trying to throw it in my face. Grant has been grooming you since you were in grade school. He finally got you to smoke and drink a little too much and then he put his nasty mouth on your...”

“No!”

She grabbed his face with her bloody bandaged hand and pulled his eyes to hers.

“I know everything and I still love you. I know he preyed on you and I know he has been blackmailing you. I saw your phone and read his messages threatening to tell your mother, grandmother and all of the news papers about the gay football star. He messed up when he tried to pressure you to stop seeing me. You know I couldn't stand for that. He told me that he owned your ass and you would always do whatever he said. That punk had the nerve to threaten me too and laugh in my face.”

She just paused and shook her head staring into the distance with a slight grin on her face.

“That's when he had to get it. I asked him was it still funny every time I stuck his punk ass. He was trying to get out of the car but I kept stabbing him as fast as I could around his head neck, back, arms, legs anything that I could fit the blade into. His little nasty car was filled with his blood when he crawled out onto the grass in front of his mother's house. I got out and walked down his driveway to the other side of the street, got in my car and drove off. It's freezing cold out so no one was out and no one came out. Oh, while I was sticking him he said that he would leave you alone and he wouldn't tell anybody and I told him that I already knew. If so he would be telling it from the grave.”

Gary just sat there stunned, numb. He didn't know exactly what to say or do. He just sat and thought about what happened. Gail put her non bandaged hand on his thigh and then slid it towards his manhood. Gary became aroused, initially he was ashamed but eventually excited. Gail kissed him passionately sliding her tongue along his. Teenage hormones quickly took over and before long they were sexing right there in front of Gail's house with her parents home. After murdering someone the last thing she was worried about was her parents catching her having sex with her boyfriend. When they finished the windows were all fogged up and the inside of the car was hotter than a Florida summer afternoon. The scent of their sex lingered in the air as witness to what had just occurred.

They were quiet for a moment as they each got dressed. Gary cranked the car up so that he could defrost the windows. She looked him in his eyes.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“This we will never tell?”

“Never.”

More kissing ensued along with some light petting. Eventually Gail said her last I love you and exited the vehicle. With that neither of them ever spoke of the murder of Grant again. They didn't speak it but the memory of it haunted both of them till the day they died. Grant had other victims who celebrated his death in silence because they had never reported his crimes against them. Grant's murder would go unsolved and eventually the case would make its way to the cold case files where it would remain on ice forever. As for Gary and Gail's love for the ages, the couple broke up when Gail left for college four months later.

Grooming Since Grade School