As the end of the year rolls in and the new year starts, i feel i need to focus more on my main oc project. I made a community to post to as well.
Lyle Springs follows a group of teens growing up in a small town in Nevada, each who have their own individual struggles and each overcoming their own challenges, eventually finding each other.
Lyle Springs takes place in the fictional desert town of Lyle Springs, Nevada, between the years of 2013 to 2017. It follows 6 teens from the start of their freshman year of high school, to their graduation.
A community for @OddlySpookz' original webseries, Lyle Springs.
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(Incoming Content Warnings: Mentions/ descriptions of abusive parenting, corporal punishment and narcissistic behavior)
Chapter One
It's a foggy, gray morning in a little-known small town in Nevada, called Lyle Springs. Twelve year-old Thomas Aguiar stares out the fogged window of the backseat in his social worker's car, watching trees and old brick apartment buildings swiftly pass by. His little sister, sitting next to him, is fast asleep. They are on their way to another foster home. The fourth one in a year.
How exactly does a scuffed-up teen boy and his little sister end up in foster care, in such a situation as this?
Well, let's start from the beginning…
October 31st, 1999. A young girl was born, Tegan Aguiar. It was the best day of their lives for their first-time parents, Emilia and Hector Aguiar.
If you ever asked Hector what his dream family looked like, he'd tell you all he wanted was two daughters.
Girls are obedient, pretty and delicate. Easy to mold into anything you want... not as willing to fight back or rebel as a boy would... What he didn't know was his whole perfect little world would soon change, and he would be less than pleased with it.
Three years later, on December 22nd, 2002, the family was blessed with a second daughter, lovingly named Tamera Aguiar. Hector's dream of a perfect family, with two daughters, was complete.
The house was happy. Everything was perfect. Both girls were baptized into the Catholic Church at the age of 6 months. The family would go to church every Sunday, like clockwork. Tegan dressed in green, and Tamera dressed in purple.
Everyday was structured and strict. Totally controlled down to every last detail by Hector. Emilia practically had no say in much of anything except for how the house was cleaned and when dinner was cooked. Everyone had a role they had to follow strictly, and to the T. If Emilia ever tried to step out of line or didn’t play along in his game of “House”, there’d be consequences.
Every morning started at six thirty, no earlier, no later. Emilia would have the girls up and fed by seven. Both girls would be dressed like little dolls, in cute little dresses, bows in their hair, and matching socks and shoes.
Their hair would be done everyday in two sweet pigtails, tied off with bows. Hector especially loved his youngest daughter’s hair. It was perfect, and straight. It always came out looking exactly how he wanted, and he’d sometimes even do her hair himself.
Tegan had gorgeous curly hair, but it took more maintenance and time to get it ‘right’, and it was more stubborn and frizzy. Hector hated her curly hair. While Emilia was perfectly patient with it, Hector hated her messy, “ugly” curls. So he’d take a straightening iron to it every morning, to her mother’s dismay. Every morning, Tegan put up such a fight with it, that he one day no longer wanted to deal with her screaming and kicking, and finally gave up on straightening it. Instead, he’d tell her everyday how ugly and messy it looked, and the words hurt much more than the hot iron on her neck.
Tegan never really felt comfortable with all of this. She truly felt like she had no control of herself, like she was just a doll, here for everyone else’s enjoyment. Her mother made her dress in itchy, fluffy bows and dresses everyday. They’d tell her when she was or wasn’t allowed to speak, how to feel, and what she was or wasn’t allowed to eat or do. If she said the wrong things, moved around too much, smiled wrong, or “talked back”, she’d be faced with consequences.
Her father’s consequences depended on how mad Hector was, how “bad” Tegan had been, and where they were at the time.
The first time Tegan could remember being subject to her father’s consequences was when she was four. They were supposed to be having family pictures taken. They had to be nice, perfect pictures, because the Aguiars were a nice, perfect family. The day started very early, so the girls could be pampered up extra nicely. Hector had spent a lot of money on fancy, specially made dresses for the girls to wear in the pictures. He’d also paid a good bit on the photographer, so all the more reason that everything had to be pristine.
Unfortunately, due to the combination of waking up early, having to wear a big, heavy, itchy dress, and being forced to have her hair straightened, Tegan already wasn’t having a good day, and with her whining and discomfort, Hector was already rather pissed with her. When smiling for the pictures, it turned out that smiling a big, wide smile with all her teeth was the wrong kind of smile, and she got the belt for it.
When she finally smiled “properly” for the picture, Tegan’s face was still red from also being slapped by her father.
The other punishments the four year-old would be subjected to ranged from a simple swift slap to the face, to harsh housework, such as scrubbing toilets, or cleaning the grout between all of the kitchen tiles with a toothbrush, which had to be done perfectly to her father’s exact standards, or she’d face a worse punishment.
And then there was another thing Hector simply called “isolation”. This was when Tegan would be made to sit in her room for however long her father felt was necessary, with the door locked to where she couldn’t get out by herself, without any toys, and with no blanket, pillow or sheet on her bed. Just her and a bare, empty mattress. Those things were privileges, according to Hector.
All she could really do was either take a nap on the empty bed, or sit and stare at the walls until her father decided she’d been in there long enough to learn her lesson. She also often wouldn’t be allowed to come out and use the toilet, or have water or food until her time was up, which would sometimes be only a few minutes, a few hours, or almost an entire day, from afternoon to dinner time.
Her mother was unable to save her most of the time, as she was often busy caring for her sweet little baby sister Tamera, who was practically perfect compared to Tegan. Tamera was only a baby, afterall. She could do no wrong. She was the golden child. Tamera wouldn’t have meltdowns because of itchy fabric or the brush pulling her hair. Tamera didn’t cry at loud noises or whine and squirm when having to wear socks or wait to eat. Tamera was nice and quiet, and didn’t talk all the damn time. Tamera was so good, and Tegan was the “difficult” child. Throughout everything, she felt like something, or someone, was trapped inside her. The outbursts she’d have were like “it” was trying to get out. Something felt wrong to her.
And nothing felt right to Tegan. Dresses didn’t feel right. Long hair didn’t feel right. Being “ladylike” didn’t feel right. Being in her body didn’t feel right. Being herself didn’t feel right.
Tegan simply felt “all wrong”. Maybe like she was in the wrong body, even.
Finally when Tegan turned ten, she insisted on being who she really was. Who he really was. Taking back control of his own body and himself. He was a boy, and his name was Thomas.
Of course, this revelation didn’t go over well with Hector. He couldn’t accept that. Or his perfect family would be torn apart and ruined. Fortunately, Thomas’ sweet and caring mother, Emilia, cooled Hector down and convinced him to be at least respectful of the boy, and accept his son.
She lovingly cut Thomas’ hair when he asked, and started dressing him in clothes he actually felt comfortable and right in. Of course, this didn’t mean there would be peace.
Not by a long shot.
Chapter Two
A year and a half passed by, to a rather gloomy afternoon on October 31st, 2010.
Thomas' eleventh birthday.
For most children, their birthday would be anything but gloomy, but it was not a happy day for Thomas.
Hector was the head of the household, and as much as Emilia accepted her son and believed his birthday deserved just as much celebration as anyone else's, Hector insisted on the idea that it was her birthday- Tegan's, and if he wanted to be Thomas, and "play pretend", than he didn't deserve a celebration of any sort. It was her day. Not his.
They didn't even celebrate Halloween, going trick-or-treating or dressing up like all the other kids in the neighborhood. Hector believed it was "The Devil's Holiday". So it was pretty much just another normal day. Another miserable day.
The young boy was simply sitting on the living room couch, staring out the window, with his face pressed against the glass.
"Tegan! You're getting the window all foggy and filthy putting your dirty face all over it, get down!" Hector's gruff, booming voice came from the kitchen.
Thomas jumped back, startled at the sudden loud noise. He cringed slightly at being dead-named by his father. It didn't sting any less, no matter how many times Hector did it.
"It's Thomas." He mumbled, only sort of wanting his father to hear him.
"Tegan." Hector just repeated, almost mockingly. Thomas' face fell. At least his mom would use his name. But she was out doing some shopping, or something. So he was left with his father.
"You have chores, get off your ass and get to it." Hector said, his tone no less forgiving. Thomas subtly nodded, and swiftly got up to get started.
... After about an hour, Thomas had finished most of his chores, which consisted of scrubbing the two bathroom's toilets, doing the dishes, and mopping the kitchen. Just as he'd put the mop away, Thomas heard the front door shut.
"I'm back, come help me put these groceries away." Emilia said from the front door. Thomas' face lit up as soon as he heard his mother's voice, and ran straight for the front door to hug her, followed by his little sister Tamera, who'd come trotting down the stairs from her room.
"Mamí!! I missed you!" Thomas says brightly, wrapping his arms around her. Emilia leaned down a bit, and lovingly hugged him back.
"I missed you too, mi pequeño." She says softly into his ear, running her hand through his dark curly hair. She then reached down and gave little Tamera a hug too.
"Did you finish your chores?" Emilia asks, turning back toward Thomas.
"Mhm!", He nodded rapidly, his hair falling into his eyes.
"Good job, now come help me put these groceries away." Emilia said.
As they were putting away the groceries, Thomas vaguely glanced around and spotted a small box, wrapped in brown paper topped with a bow, tied with string. He was curious about it, but didn't dare say anything, not with his father standing right there helping with the groceries. He just continued on with it.
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After suffering abuse at the hands of his father, experiencing a huge loss, and being thrown into foster care along with his younger sister,
