He Said She Said Ch 01 03

CHAPTER ONE: BACKGROUND

There are moments in life you will never forget. Where were you on 9/11/2001? Where were you when John F. Kennedy was assassinated? Where were you when Madonna lost her virginity onstage at the Video Music Awards? For a small Texas town, there was an unthinkable event that occurred. A tragic, controversial event occurred and nobody who was in the room would ever forget it. Everyone in town was forced to take one side or another. Everyone who was actually in the room to witness it was constantly being asked by friends and relatives to recount what occurred in that room. The actual events that occurred would be subject to interpretation for years to come, especially because everyone saw what happened completely differently. Rumors spread, and there was no objective version of events because everyone swore what they saw happen was the 100% honest truth. The only thing everyone could agree upon was that what happened was tragic. On the very first day of school, when high school seniors woke up knowing that they would rule the school, that they would have the best outfit that day, that their crush would notice them that day, that they would rebel against their parents that day, that they would start an amazing senior year and get into their dream college, everything changed. Nobody who lived through those horrifying events would ever be the same.

It all started several years ago. Adam turned off his alarm and hopped into the shower. As he looked at his body, he was filled with the same self-loathing as always. Why wasn't he muscular like the other guys in school? Why was his dick so small? What woman would ever love him? When would he get out of this suffocating town and really be able to make something of himself? He was losing hope that he would ever be anything. He turned off the water and walked to his room to put his clothes on. Cheap clothes from Wal-Mart. All that could be afforded. Adam had to be quiet and tiptoe around the house to avoid waking his father up. Once again, Dad had spent all night drinking and was not going to be in a good mood when he woke up. As for mom, she had fled years ago, and not had the compassion to bring her kids with her. But as Adam finished getting dressed, he hit the floor as his father took a baseball bat to his head.

Adam would think back a lot to when his mother had left. "I am trapped," she had sobbed. "I am trapped," she said, covering her bruised eyes. Even at 7 years old, Adam felt no sympathy for her. She had chosen to marry his father. She had chosen to have kids with him. Now she was all of a sudden unhappy in her marriage, and how dare she burden her own kids with that? They hadn't chosen this. He didn't like hearing them fight every night. His hitting her and her sobbing about it. Why didn't she just learn how not to make him so angry? When she sent the Christmas cards she shouldn't have signed her own name so big that it crowded out space for him to write his message. She was so selfish. She married a bad man and then got surprised he was a bad man. Meanwhile, Adam had never asked to be born.

Then there were sirens. So many police sirens. Somebody shouting about corrupt police officers. Somebody shouting about bribery. Somebody saying, "Don't take my babies." And shovels and dirt. Adam has blocked out the rest of that night but knows that it never would have happened if not for his mother marrying a man she knew was angry and then repeatedly provoking him. Since she abandoned them, Adam's father got deeper and deeper into religion. Adam did as well. He was taking his confirmation classes when it happened. When the priest touched him.

"Adam," said Mr. Weiss. Mr. Weiss was Adam's favorite teacher. AP European History was Adam's favorite class. They were learning about Napoleon and his Hundred Days after returning from Elba when Mr. Weiss asked to see Adam after class. "Adam, I am concerned about your performance lately. Your last few test grades are not to your normal standard. Is everything alright?" Adam was overjoyed. Somebody to rescue him finally. So many adults had surely noticed his sad faces. People must have known he had no mother. So many people must have seen the bruises of his dad beating him. But nobody ever asked him or said anything. The world had totally betrayed him over and over. And here was Mr. Weiss to rescue him.

What happened next was a blur. Adam doesn't remember what he told Mr. Weiss. All he knows is that the next morning, his father knocked him out with a baseball bat. After that beating, Adam shut up and never said anything to anybody ever again. He flunked out of school that semester. He never attended Mr. Weiss' class again. Mr. Weiss could have saved him but betrayed him. In the years that went by, Adam's father eventually drank himself to death. Adam could not afford the mortgage and as a High School dropout could not get a job. He lost the house and ended up on the streets. He had to get revenge on Mr. Weiss.

From Mr. Weiss' perspective, he never could have seen the tragedy coming. He called the police immediately after Adam talked to him. He told them about how Adam had been hit by his father and molested by the priest. He never could have known that the police were good ol' boys and cared more about the kid reporting than about the crime. He never could have known that Adam's mother had tried to escape her abuser and save her kids, but had been stopped at the state line, raped, murdered, and buried under the ground. Adam was a star pupil and somebody Mr. Weiss had wanted to see succeed. When his grades started dropping, Mr. Weiss did the right thing and wanted to intervene. That is why you become a teacher. You want to change a student's life. Mr. Weiss did change Adam's life, but not in the way he intended.

CHAPTER TWO: NINE YEARS LATER

First day of school. Another year to influence young minds. Another year to shape their definitions of history. Mr. Weiss hopped out of the shower excited to meet this new group of teenagers. He loved teaching the AP class. They all cared so much. They wanted to know so much. They had such a thirst for knowledge. He would be solely responsible for how they saw Hitler's mistake in violating the Molotov-Ribbentrop Pact, or how they felt about Mao's Backyard Steel Campaign failure, or how they felt about Robespierre's Reign of Terror. It was an exciting day.

More exciting was what was going on in his personal life. Mr. Weiss was newly married. He and his wife had been trying for a child. He thought he knew intimacy before. He definitely knew it now as he came inside of her with nothing between them. Just his seed flowing into her as nature intended. He felt like an all-powerful man procreating, with her the receptive flower being pollinated. He was the provider, the strong man, full of flowing testosterone. It was all so hot to him and he got an erection as he showered that morning, remembering the load he had blown into his wife the previous evening and thinking about what could be going on inside of her body right now. Once he had inseminated her, she would truly be fully his and he would prove to the world that he could really do it.

He had been so used to caring for other people's kids, and he couldn't wait to have his own. He knew that he would be a terrific father once he had the chance. He thought sometimes about Adam. He remembered going to the police, and he wondered what had become of Adam after. It is so hard to be a teacher. There are certain kids that you cannot save. You have to become a little desensitized to it after a while. You cannot save the entire world. But he took comfort in knowing that, surely, Adam knew that he had tried to do something. He felt for sure that Adam saw him as a role model, as a positive figure in his life that had tried to do right. He wished he could see Adam again. But by then Mr. Weiss had had several more years of students and didn't think of Adam nearly as often as Adam thought of him.

For Adam, Mr. Weiss was a fixation. Not a day went by where Adam didn't think about Mr. Weiss. For Adam, that morning was one of revenge. "My father treated me like shit. My mother treated me like shit. The priest treated me like shit. But I never loved any of them," he thought. Mr. Weiss had been the one person he trusted. The only person he trusted. And Mr. Weiss had screwed him over. He had no faith in humanity now. After years of living on the streets, being forced to give blow jobs to have money to cover the rent, doing drugs, drinking too much, Adam thought he was more worthless than ever. And yet he looked back to that time when he was a promising youngster and realized that the person who ruined it all was Mr. Weiss. Had he known all the facts, he most certainly would have reached a different conclusion. But Mr. Weiss was the one, in his mind, who threw him in the garbage. Mr. Weiss was the one he had to have his revenge against. And so it would be. "Fuck Mr. Weiss and his cushy job. Fuck him and his wife. Fuck him and his life. I am going to ruin his life like he ruined mine," Adam thought. And he did a shot of vodka with self-loathing. Since Adam knew he would never amount to anything anyway, that it was too late anyway, that he was well into his twenties without accomplishing much, this was his chance at glory. He would right a wrong done to him in his past and make his legacy that way.

And then there was Kara. This was the first day of her senior year. Kara was a beautiful and intelligent girl who wanted to be an attorney. She never could have imagined the wrong that would be done to her on her very first day of school. What she wanted her senior year of high school was to be a little promiscuous. Kara had been extremely conservative and was still a virgin. Plenty of boys liked her, but Kara was all about her after-school activities. She simply had no time for boys. But she decided that she was going to be so focused on her studies in college that this was her last choice. She had noticed the boys with big muscles and bulges in their shorts. She had flicked her clit to them. But school was always more important. She realized that her transcript up to Junior Year was all colleges were likely to look at. This was her time to fulfill her sexual fantasies. She was going to let those jock boys have her. And she was going to have her way with them as well. She was going to touch them all over. She was going to grip them as they thrust their way into her. This was her free year to be a slut before she had to focus on school and activities and internships. This was her chance to be fucked and grip on to a man's pecs as he thrust into her. This was her chance to feel a man's hard glutes, and suck a man's hard dick, and enjoy it all. Kara had been such a pinnacle of virtue and it was time to stop. She would be successful and sexual this year. And the outfit she chose to wear the first day of school was all about her new personality.

For Mr. Weiss and Kara, everything was about to change. Adam had planned something so completely evil for them that it would ruin both of their lives, just as both were about to achieve greatness. But all three were truly innocent victims, done in by a society that was too corrupt to care. Who was the true villain? All three of them would end up blaming somebody different. At the end of the day, it was really Adam's fault. But can Adam truly be blamed considering his skewed view of the events of his own twisted life? Life in this small Texas town was about to change for good. Not only for the three participants, but for the gossipy town that surrounded them.

CHAPTER THREE: PRELUDE TO THE INCIDENT

Adam snuck into the classroom the night before the first day of school. He was about to become a legend. He was about to make Mr. Weiss pay. Adam had been subject to so much humiliation in his wife. Abandoned by his mother. Beaten by his father. Raped by his priest. Betrayed by his teacher. Cast out by society. Everything was about to be made right. He was going to get his revenge. Adam barely slept. Something in his gut told him what he was about to do was wrong. But he no longer cared. Before Mr. Weiss came in, Adam hid himself in a closet.

Mr. Weiss eagerly anticipated his 1st Period AP History Class. They were going to delve right in to Greek Democracy and work from there. Mr. Weiss was a warm-blooded male and couldn't help but notice attractive girls in his class. He had of course thought about them while masturbating or while fucking his wife. But he was a professional with a strong moral code. Never ever would he be a male Mary Kay Letourneau. That is, he wouldn't have been had he had any control over it.

Kara had been thrilled to see Mr. Weiss was her teacher. He was such a cool guy. He was so cute. His beard, his muscles, his ass, his clothes, his way of talking. He was an amazing amazing guy. She never would have come on to him for any reason. She was not like that. She wanted to be more promiscuous in her senior year. But she wanted it with boys her own age, not with teachers.

Unfortunately, Adam was about to take that choice away from Mr. Weiss and Kara. They were about to fuck, and they had no choice in the matter.