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The Year
by: turc443
(jjdak@hotmail.com)
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No matter which way you look at it, rape is a very ugly thing, but it is
what makes the story I'm about to tell you possible.  Now before I begin I
must tell you briefly about my childhood.  My name is Michael and when I
was nine I got to watch my father rape and kill my mother in a drunken
rage. A neighbor heard the argument that lead up to my mother's death and
called the police.  The police arrived just in time to witness my father
stab my mother before be turned and charged them.  They promptly shot and
killed him and I was left without a family.

I bounced from foster home to foster home before finally being adopted
before by a family that lived in Chicago, Illinois.  This was the first big
city I had ever lived in, or been to for that matter, and I loved every
minute of it growing up.  The culture, the people, everything it had to
offer I absolutely loved.  Best of all though were The Johnson's.  Tom and
Lila, those were their first names, were about as loving and caring as
anyone could be and treated me as if I was their own.  Now mind you I loved
my mother dearly and she treated me well, but my alcoholic father managed
to fuck everything up and I chose to try and not to remember that..

Anyways, this is all you really need to know for now.  Now we must
fast-forward thirteen years to when I first met Kirsten.  Kirsten Dunst I
mean.  I was twenty-one and a manager at a local diner closing up for the
night.  It was about the time the sequel to Spider-Man was being filmed.

-

"I'm telling you this is the year the Cubs go all the way," Huck said as
he sipped on his coffee and then sat the mug down on the table.

"You've been saying that every year since I've known you, and I admit
they've got a good team this year with some of the players they've signed,
but Houston and St.  Louis both have great teams which I don't think the
Cubs can beat," I replied as worked on the night's receipts and filled out
the paperwork.

The dinner was officially closed, but I always let Huck stay while I
closed up for the night.  He was the area's patriarch who everyone knew and
loved and the two of us talked about whatever was on our minds that day.
Huck continued to drink and we chatted when the diner's door opened and the
bell hanging on it chimed.

"Sorry we're closed.  I'm about to lock up." I shouted not looking up
from my paperwork.

"Oh, damn it!  You sure?  You're about the only place left that's open.
Or looks to be anyways.  Sorry to bother you."

I recognized that voice from somewhere and had I looked up I would have
recognized the face as well, but I didn't.

"Hey Michael, what're you doing?  Look," Huck told me so I did.

"Holy shit, you know who that is don't you?"

"I'm old Michael, but I'm not stupid.  That's that sweet girl from
Spider-Man.  Kristen something isn't it?"

"It's Kirsten, but you can call me Kristen if you want."

In my discussion with Huck I failed to notice how she overheard us, took
note of our conversation, and made her way over.

"I suppose now I'll look like an ass for only serving you after I found
out it was you?" I asked.

"In most cases I'd say yes, but Huck's here and my guess is he's here a
lot of nights.  Let's just call it even and I won't think ill of you,"
Kirsten joked with a smile.

"Why thank you Ms.  Dunst you are rather sweet.  What can I make the two
of you?"

"Nothing for me tonight Michael.  I've got to get home to the wife,"
Huck said raising from his stool.

"Are you sure?" Kirsten asked taking the stool next to his.

"Yeah I am.  You seem like a sweet kid and Michael isn't too bad
himself," Huck said as he bowed and kissed her on the hand.

"Take care Huck, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bright and early again tomorrow Michael," Huck shouted as the diner
door closed.

"He seems like a really nice guy," Kirsten commented.

"Oh he is, he's the greatest.  He's been like a father to me."

"A father?  So I take it you don't know yours?"

"Actually he's dead, so is my mother."

"Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" Kirsten apologized with a look of guilt in her
face.

"Bah don't worry about it.  There's no way you could have known.  You're
Kirsten Dunst, world famous movie actress, and I'm Michael, 14th Street
famous diner manager, and since it is such, what can I get for you?"
Kirsten laughed a bit before answering.

"Anything I want?"

"Well anything on the menu." Kirsten looked at a menu then responded.

"Well then I'll have one your crispy chicken sandwiches, with the home
fries, and a glass of plain old' water.  I've been drinking flavored drinks
all day, and I just want some water."

"Coming right up, by the way, why are you here instead of at a hotel or
somewhere getting the food catered for you?"

"It's a nice luxury and all, but like everything else it gets tiring and
I really wanted some old fashioned diner food for a change."

"Huh, alright then.  It's coming right up."

"So how's the Spider-Man sequel coming along?" I shouted from the back
as gathered the food for her meal.

"Well it's going alright.  We've had a few issues, and we're a little
behind, but it's not too bad."

"I don't suppose you could give me details on bad guys or plot could
you?"

"No sorry, it's all forbidden in out contracts."

"That doesn't surprise me.  Hey Kirsten could you do me a favor?"

She didn't answer so I shouted again.

"Hey Kirsten?"

I was about to yell her name again when I heard the most blood-curdling
shriek I've ever heard.  I dropped everything and ran back up front.  I was
met by two men both holding guns.  One man had his gun pointed at me, and
the other had his arm around Kirsten's neck and his gun pointed at her
head. The first person I didn't recognize, but the second I recognized
immediately, Tony Silva.

"Good to see you again Michael.  You remember me don't you Michael?"
Tony stared directly at me with an intense look in his eyes.

"Michael?" Kirsten blubbered, a look of fear entering into her eyes.

"Of course you do, I see it in your eyes.  This my dear," Tony whispered
into Kirsten's ear, "is the man who killed my brother."

"You...  You killed someone?"

I could see the fearful look in Kirsten's eyes start to widen.

"I didn't kill anyone.  His brother was a goddamn junkie, and he got
into a shootout with the police.  It was his own damn fault," I replied not
loosening my stare on Tony.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY BROTHER LIKE THAT!" Tony shouted
enraged.

Tony's buddy then pistol-whipped me in the face knocking me to one knee.

"You fucking ratted on my brother and that's why they tried to arrest
him!  I was only planning to kill you and burn the diner, but with Ms.
Dunst here instead I think I'll rape and kill her like your father did to
your mother!"

"You fucking bastard!" I lunged at Tony but was met with the butts of
two guns to the back of my skull.  I fell back to the floor as my world
became black.

--

"Michael...  Michael..." I slowly regained consciousness as my name rang
in my ears.

"Michael!  Help me please!" The voice I definitely recognized as being
Kirsten's, but slowly my eyes revealed a most revolting situation.

I was no longer in the diner, but now was in an apartment.  I didn't
know who's it was, but I guessed it was Tony's.  Besides that though I
could see into the bedroom and Tony was currently on the bed forcing his
cock into Kirsten's mouth while a beer bottle jutted out of her pussy and
ass.

"Look who finally fucking woke up," a voice to my left said.  I turned
my head only to see another gun pointed at it.

"Fuck it dude, it's your turn, I'm tired of this slut," Tony shouted
from the other room after he pulled out and shot his cum all over her face.

"Please stop!" Kirsten cried.  "Michael help me!"

"Shut up bitch!" Tony reared back and punched her in the face.  He then
put on pants and left the room

"I'll take over," Tony said as he took the gun from his companion and
sat on a chair across from me.

"You got blood on my loveseat you asshole," Tony said poking me with the
gun.

"Fuck you Tony," I mumbled.

"No fuck you Michael!" Tony reared back and punched me in the face with
his free hand.  The force of the punch whipped my face to the side, but not
before I saw Tony's friend as he removed the beer bottles from Kirsten's
privates only to forcibly insert his member into her ass.  I sat there
oblivious to anything Tony said as I watched what happened.

The man forced his shaft deep into Kirsten's rectum and tears began to
stream down her face.  He caught a glimpse of the tears as the light from a
nearby lamp reflected off of them.

"You want something to cry about bitch?!?!?  I'll give you something to
cry about!" As he continued to pump himself in and out of Kirsten's
backside the man grabbed her by the hair and yanked on it hard.  With a
handful of her hair in his hand, he stopped thrusting long enough so he
could reach back and slap her across the face right about on the same spot
Tony had just punched her.

My attention was drawn back to Tony as he grabbed a large butcher knife
from a drawer.

"Now to slice her up like your mother!" He sneered with the most evil of
looks in his eyes.

Beat up as I was I lunged from the loveseat and attacked Tony.  Even
with the knife in his hand I fought him.  I'd be lying if I said I didn't
feel him stab me, but my adrenaline rush fought back the pain and I got him
to the floor.

In our scuffle I failed to notice Tony's partner come from the bedroom
and hit me from behind.  I barely felt it though as I wrestle the knife
from Tony and swung it around at the man behind.  What happened next all
became a blur and I only know this from what Kirsten told me later.

Within a few minutes of the fight breaking out two men were dead from
stab wounds and I was a bloody mess.  Naked and beaten Kirsten found her
way to the where I was and looked at me with a blank expression on her
face.

I looked back at her and with flashbacks of my mother and father in my
head I said, "I'm sorry." The knife blade fell across both wrists and I
watched as bloodpools started to form near my feet.  Once again my world
was black.

-

I woke up about a week later with Tom, Lila, and Huck at my bedside.
They told me all they knew about the events of that night, and the big
media shitstorm that was occuring.  Kirsten was traumatized by the event,
and they tried to convince me none of it was my fault.  Oh and with the
suspects dead and Kirsten to back up my story there would be no trial and
no charges filed.

I must have been pretty bad off as I stayed in the hospital for another
month for recovery and observation.  Now that I look at it, perhaps my
suicide attempt was an extreme reaction to something I had no control over,
but as I later found out I still had issues with my mother and father.

The diner's owners were gracious enough to hold my job for me for when I
got out of the hospital, which I did for about a year to try and bring back
some normalcy in my life.  Something unseen keep nagging at me and I
couldn't shake it so finally I just used some vacation and took off for a
week to the Johnson's lakehouse two hours outside of Chicago.

Being alone for that week was about the best thing that could have
happened to me.  I wouldn't say I had gotten anything resolved or came to
terms with anything, but I had a better feeling overall as the week neared
the end.

The Friday before I left I found myself sitting outside on the dock
fishing as I drank Bud Light.  The dock jutted out about thirty-five or
forty feet from land.  The Johnson's did have a boat, but I had never
driven one before and at this point I had downed three beers and was a bit
inebriated.  I rarely drink for obvious reasons.  Dusk had started to fall,
and having no real luck fishing yet I popped opened a fourth beer.  I
fished for another hour without any luck so I decided to call it a night
and started to pack the fishing equipment up.  As I did so I got the
overwhelming urge that I was being watched, so I looked up.

Standing on the deck at the backdoor was Kirsten dressed very casually
in a white t-shirt with some designer name splashed on the front and a pair
of blue jeans.  I had bittersweet feelings about seeing her.  On one hand
she was apparently doing ok and wanted to speak to me, but on the other
hand I failed to save her.  I know a year ago she was a stranger when she
came into the diner and she still was seeing as we haven't had contact or
spoken to each other since that night, but what happened was horrific.  I
saw what happened to my mother and the only difference is that Kirsten is
still alive to deal with her demons.

I put the fishing equipment back by the boat where it belonged and I
made my way back to the house.  I stopped at the foot of the deck stairs
and looked up at Kirsten.  She moved slightly closer to the stairs, but
other than that made no kind of movement or gesture.  Her face was void of
expression almost blank, and finally I ascended the stairs and reached the
top.

We just looked at each other not saying a thing.  Suddenly she crossed
the few feet between us and wrapped her arms around me in a hug.  I wasn't
sure what to do so I did the same and hugged her back.  She looked up at up
and had tears in her eyes.

"Thank you," was all she whispered with an appreciative smile on her
face.

My mind suddenly raced back to that night and I relived how Kirsten was
forced to take Tony's dick in her mouth and how he covered her with his
semen and then punched her.  I remembered how his partner anally raped
Kirsten pulling her hair and slapping her too.  I remembered how I did
nothing to save her from that.

I broke the embrace and stepped away from her.

"Thank you?" I asked incredulously.  "Thank you for what?  I let them
rape you!  They raped you!  I did nothing to stop it!  My father raped and
killed my mother, I should have known better!  I...  I..."

I was experiencing a complete mindfuck so I just leaned against the deck
railing and slide down.  I then started to throw my head backwards and hit
it against the railing.  Kirsten moved over to near where I was and began
trying to calm me.

"Michael, Michael!  Calm down!  It's not your fault!  Please calm down!"

I did eventually slow down then stop all together, but I then stood up
and leaned on the rail looking out at the lake.  Kirsten stood up next to
me putting her arms around me again as she too peered out on the lake.

"I know about everything," she began.  "I badgered the Johnson's about
your childhood when I was looking for you.

"Know about what?" I asked not really wanting to go where this
conversation was headed.

"You were only nine.  There wasn't anything you could have done.  You're
father was drunk, he might've killed you too."

At the mere mention of my father I was forced to close my eyes and try
to breathe as I nearly started to seethe with anger.  Then Kirsten did
something that surprised me.  She pulled my head around and kissed me.  It
wasn't one of those pecks or greeting kisses, but a deep almost passionate
one that you see couples doing.

I stepped away from Kirsten again, but this time I was confused you
could say.  Sensing my thoughts Kirsten spoke.

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything before you cut yourself, I...  I just
didn't know what to say...  The rape wasn't your fault, they beat the hell
out of you..."

"They raped you though, it shouldn't have happened!"

"God damn it Michael, would you shut up?!?" Kirsten growled as she
slapped me across the face.  The slap startled me and a look of surprise
and shock crossed my face.

"Look," she began, "yes I was raped and yes I have flashbacks and issues
I have to deal with, but none of that was your god damn fault and as badly
as they beat you before hand you manage to kill those two bastards by
yourself.  You're the reason I'm still alive Michael."

I heard everything she said, but I couldn't help but notice the small
stream of blood that was know trickling from my lip.

"Damn," I said as I wiped the first spot away.

"Oh no!  I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Kirsten started.

"It's alright I deserved it.  I'm gonna go in now and clean up.  I've
been outside all and smell like crap.  If you want you can stay and make
yourself at home, though I'm sure you've got people waiting for you
somewhere."

"No I don't actually.  I freed up this weekend so I could get this
straightened out with you."

"Well like I said make yourself at home."

I took a look back as we entered the house and she closed the door
behind her.  She looked back at me and we exchanged glances.  I don't know
what I saw in those eyes of hers, but a feeling that things weren't as shit
as I thought fell into me.

--

As the water beat down on my face, I ran my hands through my hair
rinsing the shampoo out.  I was about to turn the shower off when I stopped
for a moment leaning against the shower wall beneath the showerhead.  With
my arm against the wall I put my head on it as I closed my eyes and
thought.

I don't know, maybe Kirsten was right.  Everyone dies at some point, but
any rational person would think that my mother didn't want to die the way
she did, and I suppose too that back when my father was a good man he
would've said he didn't want to die the way he did.

But was I really rational?  I knew the Kirsten the celebrity for the
last couple of years and a year ago I meet Kirsten the person who I only
knew for a few hours tops.  Yet after what happened that night, I don't
know...  We seemed to be closer to each other by tragedy.  She said that
she found me so that everything could get straightened out between us and
yet I fear that despite her good intentions and strong will I will probably
never come to terms with any of this and lead a normal life.  Jesus I still
have thoughts of suicide and the friendly reminders that the scars on my
wrists are don't help much either.

I opened my eyes and looked over to my left at the shower's shelf and
saw my razor that sat on it.  I stared at it for at least ten to fifteen
minutes with thoughts of suicide in my head as I imagined my wrists start
to bleed again and the shower fill with my blood.

"Don't," I heard Kirsten's voice behind me.

"Don't what?" I asked as my head turned back towards the shower wall and
hung low facing the shower floor.

"You know what?  I'll be right back," Kirsten said before leaving the
bathroom.

Several minutes passed while she was gone, so I turned the shower off
and started to dry myself.  I only had my briefs on when she returned
carrying a two large kitchen knifes.

"Here," she said handing a knife to me.

"What're you doing?" I asked.

"Jesus Michael, I saw you staring at that razor.  If you want to go then
let's go together.  I have just as much reason to die as you," Kirsten
replied as she placed the edge of the knife to her neck.

"Are you crazy?  Put the fucking knife down."

"Why?  Why should I?  I know you had a horrible childhood, I know you
got beat to hell a year ago, but Jesus Christ I was the one who got raped!
I had the beer bottles shoved in my ass!  Rape is a humiliating and
disgusting thing, but I'm doing alright..."

Kirsten dropped the knife and leaned against the bathroom wall before
sliding to the floor.

"Look," she began as she brought her knees to her chest and put her arms
on top of them.  "I came because I saw you try to kill yourself once
before. You saved my life, and tried to take yours.  How am I supposed to
react to that?  Michael...  I..."

For the first time in a long long time I was filled with a sense of
quilt and sadness as I saw Kirsten sit there and struggle to keep the tears
back

"God damn it Michael, I've worried about since that night."

I put my jeans on and started to put my shirt on before I threw it to
the floor and sat down on the toilet.  With my elbows on my knees, and my
chin on my clamped hands I went into thought again.  Kirsten turned and
looked at me wiping the tears from her eyes.

"You ok?"

I sat there silent for a bit before I got my shirt and stood up.

"I'm fine," I said as I finished dressing.  I walked over to Kirsten
took both of her hands and helped her up.  "We're going out to eat."

And so we did go out to eat.  For some reason, tonight was finally the
night I came to grip with certain things you could say and actually I was
feeling better about things.  Kirsten seemed to pick up on it, because
although she did act all crazy and super happy like things were great, she
did seem a bit more upbeat and beamed with a little more life as we ate
dinner and talked through the night.

We mostly just talked for the rest of night when dinner was finished and
it was very late when we got back to the lakehouse.  I pulled into the
driveway and parked next to the rental she had driven.  I sat there for a
moment and she did the same, before I got out.

"When you go back to Chicago?" Kirsten asked.

"Tomorrow, when are you supposed to leave?"

"Tomorrow as well," she replied.  A smile that was both faint and
enormous crept to her face and one crept to mine as well

--

As we stumbled into the master bedroom we held onto each other until our
balance was found.  She and I shared several kisses in between eye gazing,
before she reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head.  I did the
same to Kirsten and unclasped her bra in the back letting it fall the
ground.  With her bra gone Kirsten's breasts proudly displayed themselves
under the light of an overhead fan light and a lamp on nightstand next to
the bed.

The beauty in front of me simply overwhelmed my senses and I only did
what I felt I should do.  I ran my hands up and down Kirsten's stomach and
side.  I brought them up to her chest stopping with one hand touching the
bottom of each breast.  I leaned forward to kiss her again as my hands
started to grope and massage the mounds in them.  My hands then began to
slide back down her stomach to her pants, when I suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Kirsten asked.  "Keep going."

"Are you sure?"

"With you I am," She smiled as I felt her hands caress my abdomen then
start to unbutton my pants.  My hands quickly worked overtime to catch up
as my hands loosened her pants and started to pull them down.  We briefly
let go of each other so that we could finish removing our bottoms.  Both of
us standing there only in our underwear, I took her hand in mine and kissed
it.

"This way," I said as I led her to the bed.  I was about to help lay her
down when she lightly pushed me towards the bed instead.

"You first," She smiled sweetly and I did as I was told.

Noticing my current erection, Kirsten teased me first running her hands
up and down her own body feeling herself up stopping at one point to smash
her breasts together and play with her nipples.  When she decided she had
teased long enough, she removed her panties and sauntered over to where I
sat.  Her hands caressed my face and she kissed me on the lips before
slipping her panties over my head.

I couldn't help but smile as she knelt down in front of me and I started
to remove her underwear.

"No, leave it there," Kirsten scolded wagging a finger.  I did as I was
told and soon forgot about them as her fingers gripped my briefs and they
came down slowly.

Kirsten softly took hold of my fleshly member and circled her tongue
around the head as her hand gave a slight squeeze.  Soon the memories of
the rape and my life were forgotten.  Kirsten's tongue traced its path on
the bottomside of my shaft as it slid from the top all the way down to the
base.  She then took turns as she sucke on one side of my scrotum then the
other, her tongue leaving a trail of moisture as it did so.

Kirsten's lips then wrapped themselves around the top of my cock and it
slowly disappeared into her mouth.  Good lord I wanted to come so badly,
but somehow she wouldn't let me.  The best I could do was precum as it
dribbled out and down my shaft.  It didn't stay out in the open too long,
as Kirsten's tongue was soon on the spot cleaning the salty fluid up.

As I continued to watch Kirsten's cute face bob up and down on my cock I
couldn't help but feel it start to tingle and shake.  She must have sensed
it too, because as she took it all in her mouth I bottomed out inside of
her, her tongue flicked against the right spot, and I gave in.  My seed
shot in a few large shots splashing down in the back of Kirsten's mouth.
She swallowed all of it with ease and even licked up the minor dribble that
came out in the end too.  My cock was still hard as a rock when I pulled
from her mouth and Kirsten saw that.

"If you want to relieve the swelling then you'll have to please me
first." She said coyly.

We exchanged places and I removed her panties.  With my hands I spread
her legs wide open and moved my face in.  Kirsten had a nice full bush
trimmed enough to keep it neat.  Her pussy lips were of a nice pinkish hue
and they spread easily as my fingers pulled them apart and my tongue
slithered in.  I looked up and could see as Kirsten groped and fondled her
breasts her fingers pinching the nipples.

Small gasps started to emanate from Kirsten's mouth so I raised my head
a bit and worked two fingers into her pussy.  With my free hand I began to
press and rub my thumb to her clit my tongue taking turns between lathering
my fingers and her slit and lathering her clit as my lips sucked on it.

When Kirsten's juices started to drip I focused in on her cuntal lips as
my fingers started to penetrate her at an eager pace.  The moans from
Kirsten were louder and more distinct now.  She had just slipped a hand
between her legs and began massaging her clit when she suddenly tensed up
and her body exploded with pleasure causing her juices to squirt out
intensely.

I pulled my fingers out and licked Kirsten's fluids from them.  I could
her panting and sat on the bed next to her until she calmed down.  She
propped herself up on the bed and gazed upon the erection still between my
legs.

"Well?" I asked rubbing my cock up and down.

"Well," Kirsten began with a big smile, "I'm definitely pleased, but I'm
ready for more.  How wold you like me?"

"On your back is just fine with me."

As Kirsten scooted back on the bed I looked down on the beauty and for
the first time in my life I was honestly happy.  I crawled on the bed after
her and when I reached her she wrapped her legs around my back as my cock
teased her pussy lips before slowly inching it's way inside.  With my hands
on her hips I pulled myself out once I bottomed out and then began to push
my way back in.  Slowly but surely I got a rhythmic motion going and my
balls began to slap against her ass.  Kirsten reached up and grabbed a firm
hold of her tits as they bounced in the air with my continual thrusting.

Sweat began to drip from my body to hers and I could see it form on her
face as we became engorged with each other and we let our moans escape.

"Michael...  I..." Kirsten was panting hard and heavy as she helped push
herself down on my dick.

"Oh god..."

We were both short on words as our sweaty bodies continued to move back
and forth on each other and grunts and groans were all that could be heard.
Kirsten started to scream loudly as her vagina clamped itself down on my
member and her body started to pulse with orgasm again.  With the tight fit
my dick was in and her juices starting to lather it up, I soon lost myself
as I thrust myself one last time inside her before I opened up and my white
cream started to pour out.

When our bodies relaxed and calmed themselves the two of us just laid at
each other's side quietly.  Kirsten and I talked a bit more that night
before we fell asleep in bed and in the morning we ate breakfast and went
our ways.

In the end I suppose Kirsten accomplished what she set out to do.  I was
never wildly happy with life and every once in a blue moon I would have
thoughts of suicide, but over time those would become a distant memory.  I
kept in touch with Kirsten over the years, and although I regained much of
my mental health I could never figure out what she get out of that weekend.
That was until one day when I was sitting at the library and a middle
school student nearby was working on some kind of project on the Anne Frank
diaries.  That was when I remembered a line from the book I read myself so
many years ago.  In part it went "Despite all that has happened, I still
believe people are good at heart." She had returned to help in my time of
need just like I had been there for hers.