Far From the Fjords
Copyright© 2025 by brabo1978
Chapter 12
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12 - An exchange student from Norway spends a year in Baltimore. Her host family lives in a mostly black neighborhood. This story will take more time to get to the sexy parts than my usual writings. Codes will be added as the story progresses.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial Black Male White Female Masturbation Oral Sex Petting AI Generated
The walk back seemed endless and yet it was over too soon. Accompanied by her saviors and with her arms folded tight across her chest to hold her torn shirt closed, Freja moved through the dimming streets in silence. The cool air stung her face, each step heavy with the weight of what had just happened.
With a heavy heart, Freja arrived back at the Hayes’ home. She didn’t know what to expect when she’d enter. She doubted that Jason would try something again — not after the way he had been beaten — but she couldn’t shake the fear that lingered like static under her skin. She did hope that Deb or Chuck was home, just to be sure. At the same time she feared them being home, for she didn’t know how they’d react to the events of that evening.
Tyrell studied her for a moment. “You sure you’re good?”
“I don’t know,” she admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “But I have to go.”
He nodded once, understanding. “If anything happens, you come find us. You got that?”
Freja nodded, and after a hesitant wave, she climbed the steps alone. The boys waited at the corner until she disappeared inside.
The living room light was on, washing everything in a yellow haze. Deb was home and had clearly been waiting for her. She was sitting in the sofa with her arms crossed, her eyes cold, her lips pressed into a thin, rigid line.
“Freja,” she said sharply, “where have you been?”
Freja froze, words catching in her throat. “I ... I was walking home. Something happened...”
Oh, I know something happened.” Deb’s tone sharpened. “Jason came home bleeding, scared half to death. Said three black boys jumped him.”
Freja blinked, the words landing slowly. “That’s not...”
“He said you were there,” Deb pressed on. “That you led them right to him. That they were after him because of you.”
The words struck Freja like a slap. “That’s not true,” she whispered. “He ... he attacked me. They stopped him.”
Deb rose from the chair. “And three boys just happened to show up and beat him senseless?”
Freja flinched at the harsh tone. “They were helping me,” she said. “He tried to...” She faltered, unable to form the word. Her throat tightened, heat rushing to her face. “He grabbed me. He wouldn’t stop.”
But Deb’s expression hardened. “You’re accusing Jason of that? My little boy?”
The question hung in the air, thick with disbelief.
“Yes,” Freja whispered. “He tried to...”
“Enough!” Deb’s voice cracked like a whip. “You don’t know what you’re saying. Jason isn’t like that.”
Freja stared at her, stunned. “You didn’t see him,” she said softly. “You weren’t there.”
Deb’s arms tightened across her chest. “I don’t need to see it,” she said, voice trembling with controlled fury. “I know my son. He’s not some...” She stopped, catching herself before finishing, then exhaled sharply. “He’s not capable of something like that.”
“He did,” Freja said, her voice shaking. “He grabbed me. He wouldn’t let go.”
Deb looked at her hard. “Jason came home bleeding, Freja. He said three boys jumped him. Three Black boys. That’s what really happened, isn’t it? You ignored our warnings, you got mixed up with the wrong crowd, and now you’re trying to blame my son to cover it up.”
Freja blinked, disbelief washing over her. “They were helping me!” she said. “If they hadn’t come...”
“Oh, come on.” Deb’s laugh was short and bitter. “You don’t know this neighborhood like I do. You think those boys are saints? They hang around that park all day, causing trouble, waiting for something like this to happen. And you...” her voice faltered, a note of disappointment slipping in— “you actually fell for it.”
Freja’s mouth opened, but no sound came out. She felt as if the air had been punched out of her lungs.
Deb shook her head, her tone final now, flat and cold. “You’ve let people fill your head with nonsense since you got here. You don’t understand how things work. Around here, girls who don’t watch where they go end up in bad situations, and then good boys get blamed.”
Freja stared at her, heart pounding, every word like a fresh slap. “He hurt me,” she whispered. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Deb turned away, rubbing her temple, voice low. “You need to stop talking before you make this worse for yourself. The school’s gonna hear about this. The exchange program too. You can’t just throw accusations like that around.”
Freja looked down at the floor, her pulse loud in her ears. “I can’t stay here anymore.”
Deb didn’t answer right away. When she finally spoke, her voice was quiet, weary. “Maybe that’s for the best.”
Freja nodded slowly, the decision landing with cold certainty. She turned and climbed the stairs, her hands shaking as she gathered her belongings. When she came back down, Deb hadn’t moved. Freja opened the door and stepped outside, the door closing behind her with a dull, final click. Down the block, under the faint glow of a streetlight, the three boys still waited, as if they’d known she wouldn’t be staying.
Darius opened the door only seconds after she had rung the bell. For a moment, they just stared at each other in the yellow porch light — her shirt torn at the collar, her hair tangled, her eyes red and wet. He stepped aside wordlessly, letting her in. There was no need for questions. Her texts on the way had been clear in their distress
The warmth of the house hit her first, the faint hum of the TV from another room, the smell of something cooked hours ago still lingering in the air. Freja stepped over the threshold like someone crossing into another world. Her arms were wrapped tight around herself, still holding her shirt closed. Darius shut the door softly and took her in his arms.
“You’re okay now,” he said.
She nodded, but her breath came quick and uneven. For a long moment neither of them spoke. Then she whispered, “I didn’t know where else to go.”
From the hallway came the soft shuffle of slippers. Ms. Ellison appeared, robe pulled tight, her expression already lined with concern. “You made it, honey,” she said, her voice low but full of warmth.
Freja’s throat tightened again. “I’m sorry for showing up so late,” she murmured. “I didn’t know ... I just needed...”
“You don’t have to apologize,” Ms. Ellison said, crossing the small living room and taking her gently by the shoulders. “You did right coming here.”
The steady kindness in her tone nearly broke Freja. The smell of cocoa butter and laundry soap, the solid weight of a hand on her back, it all felt impossibly safe.
“Sit down, baby,” Ms. Ellison said softly.
Freja obeyed, sinking onto the couch. The older woman disappeared briefly and returned with a blanket, draping it around her shoulders before setting a mug of warm tea on the coffee table.
Ms. Ellison sat down next to her. “You don’t have to talk tonight if you don’t want to. Just rest. You’ll stay here until we figure things out.”
Freja nodded, her voice barely a whisper. “Thank you.”
“Now I want you to go take a hot shower,” Ms. Ellison said gently but firmly. “Darius will grab you a towel and something clean to wear. You’ll feel a little more like yourself afterward.”
Darius disappeared down the hall and came back with a towel and one of his old T-shirts. “Here,” he said quietly, holding them out. “Bathroom’s on the right.”
The bathroom light flicked on behind her, and steam soon began to gather. Under the hot water, Freja scrubbed her arms and neck until the trembling started to ease. When she finally turned off the tap, she felt lighter, though exhaustion had begun to sink deep into her bones. She dressed in the oversized T-shirt Darius had given her. Her reflection in the fogged mirror looked unfamiliar: pale, hollow-eyed, but alive. That was enough.
When she stepped into the hallway, the air was cooler, the lights dimmed. From somewhere down the corridor came the quiet clatter of dishes — Ms. Ellison tidying up, pretending not to hover. Darius was sitting on the couch, elbows on his knees, his phone face down beside him.
“Feel a little better?” he asked quietly.
Freja nodded. “A little,” she said. Her voice was still rough, but steadier now.
“Good. Come on. I set up a mattress in Jada’s room.”
He opened the second door on the left. Jada’s room was small but full of personality: posters of K-pop idols mixed with R&B singers, fairy lights strung across the dresser mirror. Jada was already asleep, one earbud still in, her phone dim on the pillow beside her. Next to her bed, a spare mattress had been laid out neatly with clean sheets and a folded blanket.
Darius kept his voice low. “Mom made sure everything’s fresh. There’s water on the nightstand if you need it.”
Freja nodded, swallowing hard. “Thank you ... both of you.”
He offered a faint, reassuring smile. “Try to get some rest, okay? I’ll be right across the hall if you need anything.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
When the door clicked mostly shut behind him, the dark room felt heavier but safe. She lay down and pulled the blanket over her shoulders, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her body ached with exhaustion, yet her mind refused to slow. Every time she closed her eyes, she felt Jason’s hand again, the pressure, the alley’s dark walls. Other times, guilt gnawed at her. How could she accept Darius’s hospitality after what had happened with the three boys who had saved her? Did she even deserve this safety, this kindness?
Freja shifted beneath the blanket, staring at the dark corners of the room. The mattress felt too soft, too small, too far from anything familiar. Her body ached, and the quiet pressed in on her chest. She couldn’t lie here any longer, not with her thoughts circling, not with the memory of Jason still raw. Careful not to wake Jada, she swung her legs over the side of the mattress and padded barefoot into the hallway.