Disclaimer: I own no one from the WWF. WWFE does.
Notes and Summary: This story was inspired by Nora Robert's Chesapeake Bay Trilogy. (Great read!!!) It's not really wrestling related but I was inspired... sorry I'm making you live through this. The narrative is told from the perspective of a young boy... read on... you'll understand, I hope.
One of the bitch's johns gave me a book one time. I guess the sick bastard thought I'd suck his dick faster if he bribed me first. He was wrong... I would have sucked him off or let him fuck me either way... The moment I saw him give the bitch the money, I knew he'd fuck me... But the book was cool though... I couldn't read then... Never been to school and all... But the pictures were nice... I didn't give two shits what the story was about but the guys in it were cool. They had swords and everything and they were angels... That's what the fat fuck said before he got on top of me and did his shit.
The bitch got a good twenty bucks off him.
But the bitch did learn... It took her a while but she learned and she learned the hard way. It was a Sunday night in a cold winter in New York City. Most of our usual johns weren't in the mood to fuck a skinny kid or his bitch pimp in a smelly hallway. But she wouldn't give up. I was hungry and tired but she had the jones. She needed one of us to make her the money she needed to afford a hit and maybe buy me some food.
We were standing together in a dark entrance when she saw a nice car pass by. She looked at me... She had that look in her eyes... She pushed her little dry breasts up and strolled over to the car, waving her skinny hands. I heard her spiel.
"Y'all are a nice looking bunch. Ya looking for a good time cuz I gots them for ya."
"I'm sorry ma'am but we're really not interested." That john sounded damn polite... Too polite almost. Americans ain't that polite. "We're just looking for our girlfriends..."
"I can be your girlfriend, pretty boy. All three of your girlfriends. And if I can't fulfill all of your needs, I got some help."
That was my cue. I came out of my hiding place. I didn't look at them, I never looked at their faces... The way I looked at it, if I didn't see their faces, later on, if I saw them in the street I wouldn't be so tempted to kill them.
"What the hell are you doing?" One of the guys got out of the car and damn he looked mad. "Are you offering to pimp yourself and this kid to us?"
The bitch backed off... I didn't move. I hated her... I wanted them to get mad at her... Kill her... Then I could... What? What would I do? I didn't know how to do shit except let her sell my body...
"He's my fuckin' kid and I get to do whatever the hell I want with him... And hell it ain't like the little shit don't like it."
The driver got out there and damn if he wasn't tall... Taller than that poster of Michael Jordan I'd seen at the store... That fucking guy was huge... and he was fucking fast too. He walked around the car and grabbed the bitch by the arms and pushed her away until she hit the wall.
"I read about cold-hearted bitches like you," he said, his voice was soft... Soft like those guys who are about to wail on you like there's no tomorrow. "Bitches who sell their kids so they can get their highs... I hate bitches like you. Jeff, call the cops."
"The cops?" The bitch's eyes went wide, "come on that ain't necessary. No harm done here. I'll take the kid and we'll leave, you'll forget about it."
"Not fucking likely. Jeff?"
"I'm waiting for them right now."
"Adam, keep an eye on the kid."
Another one of the guys... The one who'd been extra polite to the bitch at first, he came over to me. He was about to touch me but I didn't let him. I don't like guys touching me... If you wanna fuck me, that's one thing... But if you ain't payin', you ain't pawing the merchandise. I kind of moved out of the way. He got it.
"It's all right," he said, smiling. Damn, what the fuck did the guy do with his teeth for them to be so fucking clean? "I'm not going to hurt you."
"Whatever."
"The cops are on their way."
The other guy... the smaller one looked at me. What the fuck was up with his beard? It was shaved completely fucked up and shit and his hair... It was like... Fuckin' full of colors. Girlfriend my ass... guy was a fuckin' fairy.
Then the cops got there and everything got fucked up again... I don't know when but I think I fell asleep.
I woke up in a bed. A comfortable bed that didn't smell like shit and piss... With warm blankets, not jackets thrown on top of me... My whole body was warm. I was about to open my eyes but I heard voices... Some voices were women's voices.
"They say his name's David Lawson. He's nine years old." That was Smiley's face.
"Nine? And she was pimping him out to you guys?" That was a woman's voice... Same polite tone as Smiley's.
"Yeah." Colored fairy freak. "I mean, dayum, that shit's fucked up."
"Yeah..." Other chick... sounded American.
"What's going to happen to him?" Another chick. How many of them were they? But this one sounded like she came from down south, deep south.
"He's going into the system," the polite chick said, "he's going to get lost into the system. Go in a bad foster home, learn how to be a better prostitute, a better thief or join a gang and then he'll become a statistic."
"Baby, that's a bit harsh." That was the guy who'd threatened the bitch. "I mean... He's got a chance of making it."
"You think so? Unless someone steps forward and is willing to make the necessary sacrifices, his life is scheduled to end before his twenty-fifth birthday."
"Kat..."
"I'm sorry. It's just that... This shit makes me emotional."
"What can we do?" Fairy.
"We have quite a few options. Let's step outside."
I listened to them leave. The Kat chick, who the fuck did she think she was? Saying I'd be dead by twenty-five! I'd fucking show her. I opened my eyes. I saw this tall black chick standing by the bed.
"You were listening," she said. Kat.
"It's my room, ain't it?"
"Listen, and listen well kid. I'd like to help you out... But you gotta know one thing... Whatever trick you think you can pull, I'll see right through it. You're probably smart but I work with kids like you every fucking day. I know all the tricks."
"So what?"
"Whatever you do, I'll have thought about it."
"So you think."
"So I know."
She stared me down and damn it... She was fuckin' serious.
"Why the fuck do you wanna help me?"
"I got a bit problem with statistics. I like proving them wrong."
"And what happens when you prove it wrong?"
"You get to live."
That was four years ago... I was about ten then... and I got to live. I split my time living at Kat and Drew's, Carm and Jeff's and Edna and Adam's. Turn how the Colored Fairy ain't a fairy at all... He's a very cool guy.
The courts say it's the best arrangement for me... Very balanced. Kat's a child psychologist. I ain't a kid anymore but she's cool, we talk about a lot of shit. She's the one who said I should do this, to talk about the day my life began again.
Carm's a financial advisor. She's fucking hilarious. She's Kat's little sister, half-sister actually. Same mom. She's homework crazy. But the homework's easy... it's just that I hate doing it. But she never lets up... like a bad cold.
Ed's Carm's half-sister too. Same dad. Her name's Edna, I think... but we all call Ed. It suits her. She's a writer, she writes romance novels and kids' books. It's nice. She's a lot of fun though. Takes me to arcades whenever Carm says I did my homework. And when I get As on my report cards, we go to Coney Island!
The pretty boys... Well, it's like this... They're fuckin' wrestlers, in the WWF man! Vince McMahon, the head honcho? He's Carm and Ed's dad. He's not Kat's dad but that's okay too. Andrew and Kat are married and they're Canadians. Adam's Canadian too but he's engaged to Ed... She's American so he's cool. Jeff and Carm want to get married but I heard Ed and Kat talking the other day and they both say that if Carm wasn't too stubborn to say 'I love you' first, they'd be married already!
The bitch's in jail, where she belongs. She wants me to go see her but I won't... I won't go see her... She wrote me this sappy letter... Some shit about 'Momma Bear wanting her Bear Cub back'. Bullshit! I told her so. She must have got mad cause next thing I know, Vince came to the house with this fancy lawyer saying that the bitch had renounced her parental rights.
That meant I could be adopted and they had a fight... A big stinking fight over who would adopt me. They all wanted me... All six of them... They wanted me! The only people who had wanted me before were the bitch and her johns but that was about money and dirty sex. But them, they liked me.
Finally, it was decided that Kat and Andrew would get custody... They'd be my legal parents. But Kat told me if I called me Mom once, she'd have Vince make me into a worse jobber than the Crash Holly but Carm and Ed call her Mommy all the time, just to piss her off.
Jeff asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up and I thought about it for a long time and I think I know now... I want to make sure other kids don't go through what I went through. I want to be like the angels who saved my life.