Trapped in Moonlight (Series Discontinued)

Part 1.

CRACK!

A thick blistering print was spreading over Kyle's arms, arms he had willingly placed out for him. it was burning so badly he didn't know how to cope with all the after-pain, letting out a sliver of a whimper, before racing out with Shaun to complete their daily tasks.

After getting outside, the cool breeze cooled his tanned skin, as Shaun bares his ass into a bucket of water for relief, which guessing by his reaction, worked well enough for him. But Kyle had not forgotten how his brother had thrown him under the bus like that, they'd been through everything together, just to end up on opposing sides of the farm.

"You're such a prick, blaming me because you're still scared of his belt? you seriously need to grow up Shaun!" 

"I didn't forget to lock the pen, so the next culprit is you what else should I have done" He tried to save his skin but Kyle wasn't buying it, pelting him with dried up cat shit left on the floor by the barn cat, which was situated at the far stretch of the farm. Past the veg and fruit which they sold to the market stands in Fordwich.

Kyle had only just turned 19 an his brother 17, they were abandoned on the door step and Kyle could barely remember it as he was only 2 and a half. So taking all his hints off his grandparents were null and void considering they were so biased.

"Please can we just forget about it and do our work, grandpa will be heading to town soon to pick up some more seeds from Tommy's shop"

"I Know, I was planning on hiding in his truck..." Kyle admitted.

"R-really?...can I come?"

"Oh really?, why should I trust you?!"

Shaun didn't answer that, and instead kept his head down and started to roll the hay up for the cows in the field, but Kyle wanted to make true on his promise, spotting an opening in the back of his grandfathers pickup truck. with his little brother distracted he slowly and silently makes his way to the front of the house, lifting up the tarp and slithering in. It didn't take long for his grandfather to leave the house in his nice people clothes while jumping up front.

The truck was old and rusty, a jalopy more than anything, and Kyle could imagine this was his true baby, his pride and joy...not even his wife came before this beast. Spluttering and creaking it sets off for the town Kyle and Shaun were banned from. He didn't know why, but now hes more invested than anything. 

Finally he was getting a slice at peace from that awful place he was forced to call home. He laid on the floor of the truck for what felt like forever, but he had finally reached the brink of town, recognizing it from the marshes that ran through its center, covered in cattails and lily-pads.

He saw his last chance to escape as his grandpa had just stopped at a crossing and was concentrated on driving, meaning he was unseen when he bolts from the back of the truck, diving though the grass near the marsh and lying down on the slant towards the water, out of sight.

He was praying his grandpa didn't see him, then he really would be in trouble, he'd have to get driven back to the hut and get punished, meaning grandpa would be late for his appointment with the local flower shop, quite possibly making the whole situation worse. But with bated breath and a deafening silence, the truck revs and accelerates forward, leaving Kyle in the damps of the marshes, to do as he pleased for the rest of the day in a place he'd never been.

Kyle was bounding on the inside, he was away from the farm and his sideshow of a family, He only regretted leaving his cassette and his brother now he was so far from home. How would he get back? will he try to cop a lift before his grandpa gets back? or take the consequences when he returned satisfied?

He takes a freeing breath and walks away, surveying the town and all it had to offer from the wondrous houseboats perched on the marshes bank, and the incredibly nice people who offered him some bread to feed the ducks with ( he didn't feed the ducks).

Walking along the main road he comes across a town center that was bustling with the small numbers of the village it could offer, bread in hand and chewing on it happily as he takes in the wonderful scent of the bakery he could smell every night, wafting through the air to the farm. The game-store full of the village boys who wanted a copy of whatever was trending that week.

The convenience corner shop black and white with old architecture from the Tudor era. it was odd to see the people who would go into certain shops, like a mother with two children rushing into a nearby clothes shop, holding her babies shoes as they fell to pieces on their feet. An old fat man sat contently sleeping in the busy rush-hour on a bench covered to the brim with pigeon shit. A man crying over the two pints of milk he dropped just outside the shop doors.

"Wow" he gasps. What a sight, he thought.

"KYLE!"

He knew the voice, but didn't dare turn around, instead, he took off in a sprint hoping his slow grandfather doesn't see where he goes, but he wasn't on foot. The spluttering of his jalopy was pursuing him with great intent to harm, revving it to antagonize Kyle.

But he didn't have the spine to turn around. Cause when he did, he knew he'd have to stare at his crooked, ugly...smile.