Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Forward: Ok look I am a writer...i try to make it erotic and fun to read. I am also an avid reader of online stories ,i have read everything from slut wives,cuckholds,loving wives,young,old you name it...i have read it. Some i got a kick out of and howled with laughter at others. Some i could barely contain my revulsion and managed to make it the bathroom before i emptied the contents of my revolted stomach.Some stories i agreed with and would nod my head and think *yup..thats what i would do to* and others made me scream and yell..protesting *that aint never going to happen to me* But thats the whole point in writing these stories..they are entertainment and should be read. You may not agree with the way it goes, or the way it ends, but if its good enough to get a reaction from you, or made you laugh,cry, howl with laughter, mad , angry or even want to kill...then the writer whomever he/she is has done a remarkable thing....with just words she/he has made you react. Thats the magic of writing...I know its a way for me..i love writing and if....i can get a reaction from my readers..then i have suceeded. The following story is a multiple chapter story that is being continued,feedback is welcome and appreciated. COLORS OF THE SOUL By: Darknite --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------CHAPTER 1 I sat in my truck, tears rolling from my eyes as i watched her work.I knew she was there..heck no where else for her to go Yeah i know real men dont cry..well sorry to disillusion all of you. We do..just not where other people can see. So I sat there...all i could think of was the question why? I had no idea...did i say or do something? I didnt think so...unless...Everything had been fine when i left for work over six years ago. Six years you say...yeah six long years. I had spend the first two weeks in a hospital, then another four locked up in a mental hospital. Ok before i go any further you need to know something about me.Im not sure if i believe it myself but. .thats what all the mind fuckers..um excuse me...mental aid people..tell me. Im crazy..yup certifiable and completely insane , crazy, looney as a bird, i even have several screws loose inside my head. It took me four long weeks to finally convince the fuckers i was ok and sane..I have to laugh...OK! If they really knew... I wouldnt be sitting here waiting and my x-wife...,and she would have more than a couple of more hours to enjoy her life. I had plans for the bitch. My old name was Jack...i wont mention my last name..if i get away with it then i will keep going. I have spent the last six years of my existance...yeah...existance..i wont call it a life because I am not alive. Yeah...six years ago..January 7th ..I died..i killed myself. I was a truck driver..had been for nearly 10 years. I usually drove for two weeks and then spent several days at home before going out again.I was married to Mena..Nice quiet Mena..the woman i had loved ever since i had first laid eyes on her 23 years ago. I had to have her and finally after a short romance, she finally agreed. I was the happiest man alive..we survived alot of fights mostly about money and sex.Just a normal everyday couple...we laughed, loved, raised one and a half kids. Yeah ..i said one and a half...i dont count my daughter as a person. After what she did and said...she ripped the heart right out of my chest. Looking back i guess i can see where the beginning of the end started. I had been in a truck accident and laid up flat on my stomach for nearly a year while under going several back operations to repair the ruptured disc. My daughter and i hadnt been getting along...Hell thats putting it mildly..we fought like cats and dogs. Mainly about her sneaking out at night, her getting dunk and using drugs. But the final straw was receiving a phone call from a girl..telling me that my daughter was drunk and in the field. I managed to get to the field and got the shock of my life as i found my 12 year old daughter, naked and being the center of an extended gang fuck. I sure pissed her off ,when i made my way to her by kicking some naked boys ass and pulling them off of her .Once they realized what was happening, they managed to grab thier clothes and disappear like magic.While my sweet innocent daughter screamed an cussed like a drunken sailor at me as i dragged her naked ass home and put her in the shower. It wasnt long after that incident that i had returned home from a doctors visit to find the police waiting.It seems my innocent daughter had informed her mom " Mom...i think dad wants to molest me".I was taken ...in hand cuffs down to the station and questioned for several hours.Despite my pleas regarding my aching back. I was put into a holding cell until a lawyer was found and i was released.Released yeah...but with the stipulation that i was not to return to my home,until the investigation was completed. I spent the next 3 months in a run down motel.Unable to see my wife or my son.After what she had accused me of..i had no desire to see my daughter.She had effectively killed any love i had for her. But..that wasnt the end of it. I was cleared and allowed to go home..but it kept getting worse. My x even had the gall to call me a pervert and my so called friends. Well lets just say...i was avoided. To make matters worse..my home wasnt a home anymore..it was a battlefield. Between the fights with my daughter and my wife... I lost my job driving a truck. I managed to find another but by then it was to late.Mena decided i was guilty and moved out of our bedroom..telling me that i needed professional help. My so called daughter..began running away, sometimes for months at a time. Did i mind? Nope..it was almost heaven whenever she was gone...I even asked her to stay away and never come back. It never worked..The little bitch would be gone for awhile and then call her mom and ask to come home. As soon as she walked in the house the bullets and handgrenades would start flying again Oh i guess i should tell you the little bitch's name...Amena..yeah stupid huh..but what the hell...it was cute at the time. to be continued.....