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while she buckled me in the back seat of the car, she told me,
were going to a special place today, a different place. She
said she was taking me to see her prince, taking me to see Daddy.
I instantly became excited, church was so boring and all the
other kids teased me and I hated it. I wanted to see Mommys
prince, because I knew she was a princess, it was all too
exciting that I couldnt stop wiggling and squirming in my seat.
The next moment was when I realized that fairytales dont always
end happily, in fact they rarely ever do.
When we got there, it was a small house, if my memory is
correct; it was a red brick house with a white picket fence near
Flint and 10th st. When we pulled up she stopped in front, turned
off the ignition and breathed deeply for a brief moment that
seemed like forever. She was nervous but at the time I couldnt
understand why. Mummy, why are you breathing so loud, I wanna
see Prince Daddy!
After a short moment, she said In a minute dear, Daddy works
very hard and we may have come too early in the morning. He may
still be sleeping, we wouldnt want to upset Daddy on our first
visit, sweetie.
Okay, I said, patiently waiting with the energy of excitement
pumping through every ounce of my tiny frame.
Its only 9:47, he could be sleeping until noon. Or he could be
busy making breakfast right now for his family. She went on, we
wouldnt want to disturb his sleep or ruin his Sunday morning
breakfast would we? He may also have gone to church and hasnt
returned yet... I was so confused, here we were ready, sitting
right in front of his lawn and we werent getting out of the car.
I didnt understand, it seemed as if she was trying to find
excuses to convince herself to turn back around. Finally my
patience broke, I couldnt take it anymore the anticipation was
killing me, I was too young to die.
Mummy, Ill be sad if I dont get to see him, and Daddy will be
sad too! I said. Her mood quickly changed, earlier she was
feeling happy and light hearted, to nervous and edgy, and now she
was downright sour.
think he will take you over me? This ugly little mutt shouldnt
even exist! At that, she immediately reached for my mothers
hair and tugged it as hard as she could. When I shrieked, she
kicked me in the gut and I flew across the porch and landed on my
ass. When I was out of the way, my mother defending me punched
the woman in the jaw, but she was sturdy and pulled my mother by
the hair to the floor. She then mounted her and began strangling
the life out of her, I was crying and screaming and then I got up
and slapped the womans ears as hard as I could. She screamed
when her ears popped and fell sideways. My mother then sat up
holding her throat and gasping, mounted the woman and began to
bash her head against the floor while using her hair as a grip.
At that moment, Prince Thomas came pulling into the driveway, but
he wasnt here to save my mother and me from the evil witch, this
time the prince came to the witchs rescue.
Completely ignoring my presence, he pushed my mother off of
the woman and helped her up. I didnt know he was my father at
that moment so I ran to my mother to hold her and protect her
from this strange man. Finally noticing me he said, Natalia... W
Who is this child? Whats going on here? What on Earth is going
on? Angrily, the woman rose to her feet and spat at me. My
father pushed her back and she began struggling with him but he
was much stronger and held her arms. What are you doing, why are
you doing this, what has happened?
Wiping away the spit from my forehead with her sleeve, my
mother picked me up and rose to her feet. This is your baby girl
Thomas. I came so you could meet her, I came so she could see her
father, but you werent here. With a cut lip, and a trickle of
blood dripping down the side of her forehead, my mother slowly
carried me off back toward the car. Shocked and confused, Thomas
just watched as she walked away. We never went back there, and he
never spoke to us again.
...
After that fierce battle with the evil witch, Princess
Natalias Prince charming was deceived by her black magic. He was
lost and could never be found; this fairytale had a sad ending,
though it wasnt over yet. My mother eventually got over it,
after many weeks hearing her crying locked up in her tower; Id
sometimes wish I could turn into a prince and save her from
captivity. But she was depressed; this princess lost all hope and
didnt want to be saved any longer for her prince charming was
gone, never to return. She wanted to be sleeping beauty, except a
sleeping beauty that never woke up. Two years after that incident
she grew more and more depressed, had lost her job from poor
attendance and sour behaviour. With nothing else to do with
herself she managed to acquire social assistance to cover our
bare necessities and her developing drug habit. Three years
later, after I had turned 9 years old, she met a drug addict at
one of the local bars in the neighbourhood. His name was Charlie
and he was far from a prince. He was more like a toad, that no
matter how many times youd try to kiss it, hed always remain a
toad. He was short, fat and pasty-skinned. Whenever he was fucked
up from drinking or snorting too much, his ugly bulbous nose
would turn red like Santa Claus with round reddened cheeks to
match, he was repulsive to look at. My mom, only 29 at the time,
was slowly letting herself go, becoming almost as repulsive as he
was. Charlie was 46, had no children and never married, which
really wasnt a surprise to me at all. There was nothing really
good about him, he was an addict and a slob, wore the same dirty,
sweat-stained, yellow-armpited wife beater undershirt that was
characterized by him. He was just as repulsive in personality as
he was to look at, definitely no eye-candy this one. He was
arrogant and glutinous, lazy, smelly and filthy. I feel bad just
describing him as if what he embodies is an insult in itself.
Overall he was just disgusting, I didnt like him one bit,
especially later that year.
I remember it so vividly in my mind that winter, when I was
near 10 years old, is when it all started. My mother hadnt seen
her family on the reserve for many years at this point, and after
Christmas, she wanted to spend New Years over there. Not having
enough money for all of us to go, she decided to go by herself.
Ill only be gone for a week, just a week and I will return and
we can have our own celebration afterwards. She said.
It was this gruelling week with that despicable person that
changed how I felt about Princess Natalia forever. He was so
filthy; as soon as she was out the door his eyes were immediately
stuck on me. She had never left me alone with him before, I
didnt know if she really trusted him for that or if he was just
her last, and cheapest, resource for a baby-sitter. Barely 10
and breathing his vile breath into my ear. I suddenly felt like
taking a very long shower to get the dirt off.
Um... thanks Charlie, now if youll let me just-I said
trying to get him to leave me alone.
Now, theres no rush darlin, we have a whole week to
ourselves. We can take our time and enjoy ourselves, he said
chuckling.
Every moment speaking to him was disturbing, this man was
very twisted, and I really couldnt see why my mother liked him.
He always stunk horribly and constantly had people coming in and
out of the house, people that looked just as repulsive as he. I
didnt know who they were or what their relation to him was, but
sometimes when some strangers would come to visit, my mother
would send me to my room, and peering through the crack of the
door Id seen my mother sniffing through a tube something off of
the coffee table while the guests would be laying back in their
seat with glazed eyes.
Sure thing, I said, but I still have to get this mess out
of the way, the glass could cut someone.
He eventually got distracted by something, muttered under
his breath and wandered off to the living room, leaving me to
clean up the mess. It was one of very few times I was actually
feeling ecstatic to clean a mess. I hated cleaning, but I hated
him much much more.
Chapter One
like her; although I wouldnt have even met her if it wasnt for
her working there. Really, shes utterly beautiful and her
intelligence is limitless, she belongs in a university, studying
to become a doctor or a lawyer. Dancing on poles completely naked
at a strip club is a bad scene for her, shes like an angel. The
moment I saw her walk in the place, only 17 at the time, she
stood out even in youth. I was astounded and immediately got Big
Momma Beth to give me the details about her situation. She told
me that this young girl left her abusive step father because he
tried to rape her, I was shocked. Beth said his names Charlie,
that he was a useless petty drug dealer who lived on the east
side of the ghetto, thats Club 47 territory, but he wasnt one
of them. Slowly, I got to know her through Big Momma and I grew
fond of her, it could be because we suffered the same parentless
tragedy. Either way, I wanted to protect her, protect her
innocence from the corruption of the world. I was happy that fat
fuck didnt have his way with her, she was too young to be
suffering like that, although he did still to an extent and I
know it scarred her.
Slowly she became one of the family with Claudia, Jesse and
the other girls teaching her how to work the poles, she soon
became a fan favourite particularly for her exotic looks. She
really helped the strip club grow and it turned into the most
popular one in the city. Out of all four strip clubs in the city,
Fallen Angels Casino had become the liveliest, especially with
the help of the Casino bringing in the gamblers. My cousin Joey
took a liking to her too, but she always refused every mob goon
and biker that made any advances on her, which is why it took me
nearly three years to even speak to her. I didnt want to give
her the wrong idea, make her label me the same as the other guys.
Not to mention the fact she was underage. Being Odins left hand,
it wasnt hard for me at all to get any of the girls, Claudia is
the easiest of them all, Stacy is new so I never bothered, and
Naomi and the other girls always tried to flirt with me. But
after a while, it got very tired, I got very lonely. Despite all
these beautiful women surrounding me, I was losing interest in
women altogether. Not that I was switching sides or anything, as
if seeing so many tits everyday was making me turn the other way,
I was just getting bored at the simplicity of it all. The guys
started teasing me after she came in, I was very secretive of my
infatuation with her so they never knew I had my eyes on her at
all. Youre turning to the dark side, Marco Laconi would joke,
that was before he died of course. His best friend Shane Nizzola
would always chime in, How can you turn into a fairy when youre
surrounded by all this pussy? Theyd laugh their asses off, but
really I got the last laugh. They all wanted a piece of Birdie
too, but she only wanted me. Just like I noticed her, she noticed
me, and after we got together she admitted asking Big Momma about
me too. She called Big Momma our Big Fairy God Momma, she loved
fairytales a lot, I can kind of see why since shes a girl. I
personally never watched the Little Mermaid or anything like
that. Shes too cute and childishly innocent; Im worried about
her because she lives in a place that is too dangerous for
someone like her, especially being alone and getting home so
late.
Walking up the steps to her loft, I try to come as often as
I can so I can be there to protect her. She thinks its just
because I want to see her, and Of course it is true, but its
also to be her bodyguard while at the same time being her lover.
After knocking on the door, I heard her voice, Coming! She said
happily, and swung the door wide open giving her enough room to
pounce on me.
Im so glad youre big and strong, otherwise youd topple
over! she giggled like a little girl. It made me tremendously
happy seeing that I could make her happy. When she first came in
she was dark and broken, very solemn and reserved; I could tell
she didnt trust anybody and felt very alone. I was immediately
drawn to those characteristics in her, determined to get to know
the true character behind her shielding persona.
Dont worry love, I said reassuringly, youll never fall,
not while Im around thats for sure. Looking in my eyes, I
could almost see her heart melt right before me.
Blake... youre too sweet, I really dont know what to say
to you sometimes. You really catch me off guard. She said with a
beaming smile. Now come in, its much more comfortable holding
me in bed. In truth, shes the one that catches me off guard,
after that I was blushing, and I never blush. Closing the door
behind me she embraced me again looking closely in my eyes. Kiss
me, She demanded and naturally, I complied.
...
I had to get out of there somehow. I was desperate to run
away, but I knew that if I didnt plan properly, if I was
reckless, things could end up far worse than they already were. I
couldnt stay in that house any longer, but I couldnt just go
anywhere. I needed a plan. I needed income. I needed to be
independent, for my own sake. I was still young, but I realized
my life was crashing down into the abyss. Though, what I failed
to realize in my nave mind was that my world was already
crashing from the moment it began.
It was the morning of Day Two. I was counting each day as if
I was serving a life sentence in a Siberian gulag, or worse,
Guantanamo Bay, carving each tally line with dedication into the
wall. I didnt want to get out of bed, I felt as if the blankets
cocooning my tiny body would create a magic barrier to protect me
from the vile monster lurking outside my door THUD, THUD!
I knew it was time to wake up from that sound.
Breakfast! Charlie yelled through the door before clomping
down the hall with his goofy feet. I had to admit, though, I was
surprised he actually prepared food for me. Whenever my mother
was home, he would whine like a big ugly baby about how long it
was taking her to cook and how its a womans duty to make sure
dinner is made right on time. Is it possible I misjudged him at
least a little?
I quickly threw on my slippers, brushed my teeth and headed
down the stairs to see what disappointing meal he had whipped up.
I imagined it must be something like dry oatmeal or cereal with
water in it. I was actually really curious to see what it was,
maybe I could get a good laugh out of this at least.
When I walked into the kitchen I was started suddenly. He
was just standing there in the middle of the kitchen, arms
crossed while leaning against the counter, with this angry look
on his face. The counter tops looked clean and unworked, nothing
was prepared.
You sure know how to take yer sweet time, just like yer ma.
Now, like I said before, its breakfast time and Im hungry. Yer
getting older now so get to cookin! I knew he would surprise