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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 27, 2011 14:20:51 GMT -5
Thank you! FYI: I did research for this, so Elenita's fate is 100% probable. As for the song, it just seemed right. Sue me.
Chapter 6: Love Lost
Elenita started goin' downhill afta' dat. She neva' left my side, 'n' I didn't let 'er go ta school. I wasn't lettin' dat b*stard near 'er again. I found I 'ad ta be around 'er more dan eva'; she even stopped eatin' an' I fed 'er by 'and.
Da funny t'ing was, wheneva' I left 'er someplace, whether it was my room, hers, or even da kitchen, I always found 'er dere, waitin' for me wit' Woofy in 'er arms. Most o' da time, she didn't even change 'r bathe. But she always did 'ave ink on 'er paws 'r shirt.
Wheneva' I asked 'er why, she neva' answered.
One evenin', I was pickin' out my clothes for da next school day when I 'eard a loud, 'thump'. What chilled my blood was datit 'ad come from Elenita's room. I stood dere, frozen.
Den, Papacito's voice, "Alejandro!" Oh, no.
I ran inta Elenita's room. She was lyin' on da floor, 'n' 'er mouth was coated wit' blood. Papacito was kneelin' b'side 'er, 'is eyes wide wit' shock. "Call a doctor, now!" I nodded 'n' ran ta da livin' room. I grabbed my copy of da Yellow Pages 'n' scrolled down until I found a good one (at least, 'e looked good): Doctor James Miller. I dialled 'is number 'n' drummed my fingers 'gainst da reciever. Please, I thought, please. Pick up.
Finally, "Yo." I frowned. Da voice sounded young. Like, my age. "'Ello? Is dis Doc. James Miller?" "No, dis is 'is son, David. Can I 'elp ya?" "Si. My sister. She's real sick. I need somebody ta take a look at 'er, quick." "OK, OK, calm down. My dad 'n' I'll be dere in a lil' while. What's yer name? Address?" "My name is Alejandro Ramirez, an' I live 'cross da street from da City Hall Park." "'Kay, we'll be dere toothpaste." I frowned, "Dont'cha mean, 'post-haste'?" I 'eard David groan, "Same t'ing! We'll be dere!"
'E hung up. I put da reciever back 'n' ran back ta Elenita's room. Papacito 'ad laid 'er in 'er bed an' was dabbin' 'er forehead wit' a wet cloth. 'Er eyes were closed, but when she saw me, Elenita murmured, "...Hermano," Den, she 'eld 'er paw out. I took it, runnin' my thumb over 'er tiny fingers. "How'd it go?" Papacito asked. "Bien," I said, "Da doc'll be 'ere soon." I sat on da stool 'n' stroked Elenita's hair. "Sis, you're gonna be alright," I said, "He's gonna fix you up."
She nodded. 'Er eyes brimmed ova', 'n' tears rolled down 'er cheeks.
Dere was a knock on da door. "I'll get it," Papacito got up 'n' left da room. I nodded, but my eyes neva' left 'er face. A minute lata', I 'eard two people comin' in. I turned ta see a Toon adult weasel dressed in a white coat an' a first-aid kit in 'is paws. Next ta 'im was a weasel 'bout my age wit' medium-brown fur, black Toon eyes 'n' a pink, buttoned-up shirt. "Hey," 'e greeted wit' a nervous smile, "You da dude dat called?" "Si," I smiled politely an' shook 'is paw, "Yer David, right?" "Da one 'n' only," 'E smiled proudly.
"OK, son," Da doctor said ta David, "Hand me the stethoscope, will you?" "Yes, Dad," David said, openin' da satchel. As 'e took da stethoscope, 'e eyed me 'n' Papicito, "Ya two mind leavin'? Ya might not wanna see dis." "Very well." Papacito took my paw 'n' led me out. David shot me a look o' encouragement b'fore turnin' ta 'is dad.
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About ten minutes lata', Dr. Miller came out. 'E sighed, put a 'and on 'is son's shoulda', 'n' closed da door ta Elenita's room. I got up. "Well?" I asked. "Mr. Ramirez," Doc said, "Has Elenita experienced any, um...assualt?" I felt my 'eart stop beatin'. Papacito rubbed 'is neck, "Well, there was this rat, Mortimer. But why?" Doc sighed 'n' looked away, "I'm afraid that the assault damaged her organs. She's suffering from internal bleeding, which is why some came out through her mouth."
I hadn't been born da day b'fore. I knew what was comin'. "So," I 'eard my voice crack, "My five-year-old sister is gonna die. Is dat what yer tellin' me?!" "Young man, calm down." "YOU F*CKING CALM DOWN! DIS IS MY SISTER WE'RE TALKIN' 'BOUT, NOT SOME WH*** ON SUBWAY AVENUE!" "Young man," Da doctor said, "Be with your sister. She needs you now more than ever." "You're damn right I'll be there." I pushed past 'im 'n' entered da room. Elenita was coughin', but when she saw me, she smiled weakly, "Hola,"
I felt hot 'n' cold at da same time. I forced a smile 'n' said, "Ele? How 'bout we sing dat song you love?" Elenita blinked, "A La Nanita Nana?" "Yep," I took 'er paw in both o' mine 'n' started ta sing, "A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea "
Elenita smiled 'n' repeated it. Den, we sang togetha', "Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora Calla mientras la cuna se balansea A la nanita nana, nanita ella."
Elenita coughed, 'n' some blood dripped from 'er nose. I fought back a sob 'n' continued ta sing. She followed, but 'er voice was weaker dan b'fore,
"A la nanita nana nanita ella nanita ella Mi niña tiene sueno bendito sea, bendito sea Fuentecita que corre clara y sonora Ruiseñor que en la selva cantando llora."
Elenita sighed 'n' closed 'er eyes. I felt 'er paw go limp in mine. Tears splattered on da bed 's I sang da last two lines,
"Calla mientras la cuna se balansea A la nanita nana, nanita ella."
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Post by disneyplease on Jul 27, 2011 15:15:15 GMT -5
Awww That was so Sad!!! But still a great chapter! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Jul 28, 2011 0:06:00 GMT -5
Thank you very very much^^
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Aug 4, 2011 8:17:57 GMT -5
Inspired by Spiderman 2. Please, enjoy...
Chapter 7: Good Riddance
Da next night, I sat in da corner o' Mortimer's room, waitin' for 'im ta r'turn from school. I didn't even 'ave a gun on me, but I knew just 'ow I was gonna do it.
Footsteps.
You'd t'ink I was tremblin' 'r somethin'; hell, no. I felt excited, like when yer about ta go down a roller coaster. Mortimer 'ad ev'rything; 'e 'ad a real 'ome, a family, even a repuatation as a skilled cartoon antagonist. It wasn't enough dat da whole world adored him, huh? 'E also 'ad ta take away da one t'ing on dis earth dat didn't t'ink I was a fracaso.
An' da way 'e'd done it made me sick.
My t'inkin' was interrupted when da door clicked open. I crept ta da wall b'hind da door, my breathin' tense. Mortimer walked in. I grabbed 'is shirt 'n' threw 'im 's far 's I could. 'E yelped 'n' on da floor, bangin' 'is 'ead on da bedframe. "WHAT THE HELL, MAN?" 'E screamed. I growled (good t'ing I was wearin' a ski mask). "What d'you want?!" Mortimer screamed. "Remember Elenita Ramirez?" I growled.
Mortimer froze.
"Da lil' girl you raped?!" I pressed on. Tears were stingin' my eyes, 'n' I did my best ta keep my voice steady. Mortimer huffed 'n' scowled at me, "What's it matter to you, anyway?!"
"EVERYTHING!" I screamed. I couldn't 'old it in a second longer.
I tackled 'im, 'n' da man was dumb enough ta sleep unda' a wide window! We crashed t'rough da window 'n' rolled on da tilted roof. I bit 'is arm, 'n' 'e yanked my mask. I quickly pulled it back ova' my face 'n' kicked 'im in da stomach. 'E screamed 'n' 'esitated; I seized da chance ta get off 'im 'n' shoved 'im off da roof. "Aaah!" 'E clutched my ankle 's 'e fell. O' course, I ended up goin' down wit' 'im.
We both fell feet-first in da swimmin' pool unda' us. As da cold water surrounded us, I looked around. 'E was goin' down, 'n' looked too scared ta fight me. I felt my lips pull back from my teeth. I clasped both my paws ova' on 'is throat. 'E gurgled bubbles 'n' tried ta pull my arms off, but my rage fuelled me. All I could t'ink about was my beautiful lil' sister, an' how I'd neva' see 'er 'gain t'anks ta 'im.
Finally, 'is arms went loose 'n' 'is eyes rolled back. I smiled...'n' realized I 'ad ta breathe! I broke da surface, pantin' slightly. I ripped da mask offa my face 'n' threw it in da air da same way dudes do wit' der hats at parties. I couldn't stop da warm, tingly feelin' in my chest..like I wanted ta! I did it! Elenita's death'd been avenged, an' dat a**hole Mortimer got what 'e deserved!
My joy died when I 'eard sirens. Oh, mierda!
I climbed outta da water 'n' ran...forgettin' Mortimer fancied plantin' thorns! I winced da a big one planted itself in my chest. As da sirens grew louder, I gritted my teeth 'n' ran, da thorn draggin' through my thin black sweater 'n' down my chest.
My mask lay on da edge o' da pool.
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Post by disneyplease on Aug 4, 2011 14:09:43 GMT -5
Woah, What a show down!!! Still Nice Chapter KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Aug 4, 2011 15:21:56 GMT -5
Chapter 8: New Problems
It started da day after I killed Mortimer. After school, I 'ad run into da school dumpster 'n' burned da clothes I'd worn ta kill 'im, minus da mask (which I couldn't find). It was too bad 'bout my black sweater; it'd been pretty much da only t'ing dat I owned dat wasn't white 'r green. Just 's I was gettin' ready ta go 'ome, I 'eard a, "Yo!" I froze for a second b'fore turnin' 'round. Da doc's boy (or weasel) was standin' dere, a buttoned white shirt 'n' jeans. 'E looked at me b'fore sayin', "You dat Mexican weasel from da otha' night?" "Yeah," I cleared my throat, "Alejandro." "Right, now I remember." 'E bobbed 'is 'ead 'n' eyed da smoke, "What're ya burnin'?" "Clothes," It came out b'fore I could stop it. David arched an eyebrow, "Why?" "'Cuz, um, dey didn't fit me anymore." I said. I 'oped I sounded convincing, 'cuz I just wanted ta run back 'ome 'n' cower in bed. David shrugged 'n' said, "Yer call."
Relief was like a tidal wave.
"So, whatcha doin' now? Gonna go back 'ome 'n' dance da salsa 'r somethin'?" David asked. I chuckled 'n' shrugged, "Nothin', really. Wanna hang out 'r somethin'?" David t'ought a minute b'fore noddin', "Why not?"
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Dat night, David's dad called our housephone 'n' said dat 'e was 'avin' unexpected guests, so it was OK if David wanted ta eat at my house. I was practic'lly jumpin' for joy; I'd neva' 'ad a friend ova' b'fore. Den again, I'd neva' 'ad a friend b'fore.
Apart from... "Alejandro?" David asked me 's Papacito silently poured 'im more Coke, "You OK? Yer tearin' up." "O-oh si, I'm fine," I wiped my eyes. I trailed off 'n' looked at Papacito, "Dad? Are you OK?" "No, act'lly, I ain't." Papacito said, "See, da police came 'ere dis mornin'."
David 'n' I stopped eatin'. "Dey wanted ta talk ta you. Somethin' 'bout a disagreement wit' da missin' mouse?" "Who's missin'?" David asked. "Mortimer Mouse. 'E was found drowned in 'is own swimmin' pool dis mornin'." "Ugh," David pushed 'is plate 'way, "All o' a sudden I ain't 'ungry no more."
Lucky David. I felt my stomach was filled with rocks.
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Post by disneyplease on Aug 4, 2011 23:58:29 GMT -5
Oh Boy!!!
DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Aug 5, 2011 1:26:19 GMT -5
Chapter 9: Aftermath
Da next day, da whole town was talkin' 'bout Mortimer's disappearance. Dere were fliers wit' 'is face almost ev'rywhere (car windows, walls, trees, ya name it), an' police, human 'n' Toon alike, spoke ta a lotta teens. I just tried ta avoid da police 's much 's possible. But even I knew it wouldn't last. What if dey found my mask, 'r found out Mortimer'd raped my sister? It'd be child's play ta figure out it was me.
I was beyond scared, but I decided ta save my own skin. 'N' dere seemed ta only be one solution: burn da evidence. I'd already burned my 'murder' clothes, so I guessed I would just hafta find my mask 'n' burn dat. Den, my problems would be solved.
Right?
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When I got 'ome from school, I checked da scratch on my chest b'fore goin' ta Mortimer's 'ouse. It was pretty light, but I still didn't like lookin' at it. It reminded me of what'd 'appened...an' what a mess I was in. I grabbed my pants 'n' pulled 'em all day way up ta my chest. It looked weird, but still...it felt betta'. I grinned nervously at my reflection 'n' crept outta da house.
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I 'id in da thorn bushes, waitin' fer da police ta hit da road. Dey were talkin' ta each other 'n' Mortimer's parents. Dey looked beyond shocked. Da mom kept dabbin' 'er eyes wit' a Kleenex, 'n' Mr. Mouse was grippin' 'er shoulder. Fin'lly, dey left fer da inside o' da house. I guess it was ta make some coffee 'r somethin'.
But at least it gave me a clear coast.
I sprung outta da bushes 'n' ran ta da edge o' da swimmin' pool. I looked 'round frantically, my calmness dissolving in minutes.
My mask was gone!
A new idea presented itself. Very slowly, I turned ta da glass doorway. One of da policemen were 'oldin' up my mask. Den, 'e frowned, leaned forward, an' pulled out a long, black hair.
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Post by disneyplease on Aug 5, 2011 11:22:08 GMT -5
UH OH!!! Greasy You Better Get Outtah town DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Aug 5, 2011 13:06:02 GMT -5
This chapter is written in Greasy's father's POV, FYI.
Chapter 10: Sacrifice
Alejandro ran inta da kitchen wit' a wild, hunted expression. I looked 'im up 'n' calmly drank my coffee. "Hola, hijo," I said, "The police'll be here in a half hour." "WHAT?!" 'E hit 'imself on da forehead, "I'mdeadI'mdeadI'mdead..." "Why?" I asked, archin' an eyebrow. Alejandro gulped 'n' sighed b'fore crashin' in a chair, refusin' ta meet my eye. I decided not ta push 'im 'n' continued ta drink my coffee.
"...I killed Mortimer." 'E said finally. I sprayed coffee in shock. "What?!" I cried, "Why? Is it because of what 'e did ta Elenita?!" "Si! Why didn't you do anyt'ing ta 'elp?!" Alejandro's misery was suddenly gone; rage 'ad replaced it, an' it was directed at me. "Son, Mortimer's father is one o' my bosses! If I'd said somethin', I woulda been fired! I already work three jobs, ya know 'ow important dey are ta us!"
"So what, $85 a week was more important ta you dan yer daughter?!" Alejandro screamed. I slapped 'im b'fore I could stop myself. We both sat dere in shock; Alejandro rubbed 'is cheek, I looked at my paw in disbelief. I sighed 'n' got up, "Look, I know dese past few years've been 'ard for ya." Alejandro looked at me. "An' we both've 'ad ta deal wit' 'orrible t'ings. But are we just gonna sluaghter ev'rybody dat don't treat us right? Are we gonna get blood on 'r 'ands?" My voice got 'arder, "But I'll tell ya what ya ain't gonna do: you are neva' gonna destroy a life like ya did ta Mortimer. Ya know betta' dan dat; ya were raised betta' dan dat!"
"Papacito, I-I'm sorry!" Alejandro was cryin' now, "I just don't know howtta fix it!" 'E 'id 'is face in 'is paws 'n' sobbed. I felt my anger fade. I suddenly remembered Alejandro throughout da years; 'im bein' born 6 pounds, 14 kilos. Losin' 'is first fang at age 5. Learnin' 'is first cuss word at 9. Movin' 'ere 'n' askin' me ta teach 'im English. 'Im practically raisin' Elenita t'roughout da years.
Dis was my son. I couldn't let 'im be taken away.
I clapped my paws, "Quit cryin' an' go ta yer room. Pack all da clothes ya can get yer 'ands on, den come back down." Alejandro looked confused, but 'e wiped 'is nose wit' 'is sleeve 'n' got up. When 'e disappeared from sight, I opened da kitchen cabinet 'n' grabbed my piggy bank. I undid da lid 'n' counted 'ow much money I 'ad.
$85, $170, $340. Perfect. I stuffed da cash in an envelope 'n' started packin' Alejandro some food; a bottle o' water, two apples, three pitas, 'n' some beef jerkey. It wasn't much, but wit' a lil' luck, 'e'd pull t'rough.
"I'm ready, Papacito." Alejandro came down wit' 'is backpack. "Bien," I said, 'andin' 'im da lunchbox 'n' envelope. "Papacito," 'E said, "What's goin' on?" "Yer gonna get outta 'ere." I said, "Run. Don't look back. If anybody asks, say yer name is, uh..."
Dere was a loud bangin' on da door. We both turned. "Open up! This is the police!" A voice called. "Papacito," Alejandro looked ready ta cry 'gain. I 'ugged 'im fiercely b'fore openin' da door 'n' givin' 'im a push. "Run," I whispered. Den, I closed da door.
I ran ta da door 'n' opened it. "Ramirez?" A policeman asked. "Si," I said, "You lookin' for da murderer?" "Well, yes." Da policeman said, 'oldin' up a long, black strand o' hair. "Our DNA machine is defective, so it couldn't say specifically who it belongs to, but it did say it belongs to someone in this family." "Look no farther," I said, "'Cuz I...killed Mortimer."
Da policeman's eyebrows went up. "Yeah," I nodded, "'E raped my daughter. You can understand, right? Dese molesters...let's kill 'em!" I started actin' crazy, tryna shake da policeman by da shoulders, "Let's kill 'em! Let's kill 'em b'fore dey rein! Let's kill 'em!" Da policeman turned me 'round 'n' handcuffed me. I smiled 's I 'eard 'im say in 'is walkie-talkie, "Station, do you read me? I got the murderer here, but he's not sane. I think we should contact the Los Angeles Country Department of Mental Health. His son is nowhere to be seen. Over."
Run, I t'ought, run, Alejandro!
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Post by disneyplease on Aug 5, 2011 14:46:26 GMT -5
well, at least Greasy got away! Nice Chapter KeyGirl! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Aug 6, 2011 7:00:47 GMT -5
Thank you!
Chapter 11: My New Name
For 'bout a week, I depended on myself.
I didn't leave L.A; it was my home now, 'n' I didn't even have a passport. But what I DID do was sneak in da men's room at a gas station. I looked like a damn mess: my hair was a rat's nest, my shirt was wrinkled, 'n' I looked like I 'adn't slept in a year. "Okay, okay t'ink Alejandro," I flexed my fingers 'n' looked 'round, "What could ya do..?" I trailed off when I saw a bottle of hair grease.
Perfect.
I ripped da top off 'n' jammed my paw inside. Then, I splashed da goop on my head 'n' sleeked my hair back 'til it was smooth 's water. It felt pretty nice, an' I loved what it did ta my hair. Lookin' round ta make sure nobody was 'round, I whistled merrily 'n' slipped da rest o' da bottle in my pocket. Den, I splashed some water on my face. I already looked betta'. Now, if I could just find a fresh supply o' clothes...
I 'eard a guy whistlin' in one 'o da stalls.Some clothes were hangin' on da door. It was a long green coat, a green hat, green pants, 'n' a white shirt. I grinned darkly. Whistlin' casually, I walked ta da fire alarm 'n' yanked it 's 'ard as I could. Sirens exploded, 'n' da room was bathed in red light. "AAAAH!" A human ran out 'n 'is underpants 'n' tore t'rough da door. I chuckled 'n' casually pulled da alarm back in order. Da alarm went off instantly. I grinned 'n' walked ta da stall. Once I locked da door, I ripped off my clothes 'n' changed inta da green outfit. It was a lil' big, but I couldn't afford ta be picky.
When I got out, I barely recognized myself. I looked...cool. I jammed my paws in my pockets 'n' retracted a paw. Dere was somethin' in one o' da pockets. I frowned 'n' dug in da pocket. It was a switchblade.
I felt a wave o' excitement wash ova' me. I'd neva' 'eld a switchblade b'fore. It felt naughty, an' very grown up. I looked at my reflection 'gain 'n' decided ta change one more t'ing b'fore goin' in da real world. I leaned foward 'n' opened my mouth. Den, I filed my teeth sharp wit' my new switchblade. Afta' a coupla minutes, all my teeth were bloody but sharper dan b'fore. Afta' rinsin' my blade 'n' mouth, I retracted da blade 'n' stuck it in my pocket.
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"Hablar español?" I asked a dark-skinned guy fillin' 'is truck wit' gas. "Si," 'E answered, "¿qué quieres?*" (*what do you want?) "Un paeso*." (*a ride). Da guy looked at me funny, "Tal vez usted no entiende," 'E said, "Yo voy a un burdel*." (*maybe you don't understand. I'm going to a brothel). I felt my eyes widen. A brothel? I'd neva' been ta one. But den again, I didn't 'ave no place ta go. Might 's well go, den find a betta' crib. I nodded. Da guy 'eld out 'is 'and 'n' said, "Mi nombre es Pedro." "Mi nombre es...uh..." I couldn't give 'im my real name, could I? 'E'd call da police!
I cleared my throat, "Greasy." Pedro raised 'is eyebrows, "Greasy?" I nodded. 'E shrugged 'n' gestured ta da truck, "Subir.*" (*hop on).
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Post by disneyplease on Aug 6, 2011 12:06:53 GMT -5
Oh Boy!!! DisneyPlease!
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Post by thekeygirl666 on Aug 8, 2011 0:27:29 GMT -5
Chapter 12: Ain't So Bad
So yeah, I went ta live in a brothel. It was ac'ually pretty nice. Dere were only, like, five women in total; lata', I learned dere names: Gwen, Anna, Rose, Cybil, and Mandy. It didn't take too long ta tell 'em apart, eitha': Gwen 'n' Cybil were twins. Dey both 'ad dirty blonde 'air 'n' grass-green eyes.Rose 'ad dark brown 'air 'n' brown eyes. Anna 'ad carrot-colored 'air 'n' green-blue eyes. Mandy 'ad black 'air 'n' gray eyes. Fin'lly, Rose 'ad auburn 'air 'n' hazel eyes.
Dey act'lly weren't as pumpous as I expected. When dey weren't, y'know, workin', dey did just about anyt'ing a normal lady does; dey cooked, cleaned, took baths, played games, you name it. At first, dey tried ta seduce me, but afta' a while, dey cooled off 'n' just b'came plain ol' friendly t'wards me. T'ough I didn't say anyt'ing, dese ladies made me realize da beauty in women. Dey all 'ad perfect, smooth skin, 'n' dere clothes 'ugged 'em in all da right places. I didn't dare flirt wit' 'em; dey an' Pedro were da only friends I 'ad left, since David 'n' I 'adn't seen each otha' since I ran away. I did flirt a lot wit' otha' women, t'ough. An' most o' da time, all I got was a slap 'r a kick in da shins.
Ev'ry day, I woke up early in da mornin' 'n' washed up. I 'ad my own room, t'ank goodness, plus I 'ad extra strong earplugs, so I didn't 'ear anyt'in'. Da girls usually slept durin' da day, so Pedro 'n' I seized da chance ta do any housework dat 'ad ta be done. It was usually in da evenin' 'r late afternoon dat one 'r more o' my ladyfriends woke up. Den, afta' dey washed demselves up 'n' 'ad a bite ta eat, we usually chatted 'r, betta' yet, I was taught somethin'.
'Ard ta believe, dese ladies were actually pretty smart. It turned out, dey 'ad neva' really planned on b'comin' prostitutes. Da twins 'ad run 'way from 'ome, like me, when dere daddy married a witch (so ta speak). Da otha's, well, dey just 'ad a lil' too many bad experiences dat made 'em value money ova' dere self-respect. I can't even tell ya what 'appened ta 'em b'cause dey made me swear I'd neva' tell.
Sorry. Gettin' off track.
Da point is, by da time I was 17, two years afta' I moved in, lotsa t'ings 'ad changed 'bout me. Fer one t'ing, I started goin' by Greasy, 'n' I just didn't see myself as 'Alejandro Ramirez' anymore. Also, I always greased my 'air. It just felt so good ta 'ave nice, neat, slick 'air. Besides, since it always looked neat, no one ticked me off by askin' me ta wash it. Anotha' t'ing dat 'ad changed 'bout me was my style. I always wore dat same suit, 'n' ova' time, it came ta fit me like a glove even t'ough I started gainin' a beerbelly (blame Gwen; she convinced me ta start drinkin' 'cause she said dat if ya drink, ya neva' get a cold). A lotta people mistook it fer fat, which I came ta expect 'n' accept. Even t'ough it was a bit tight, I always kept my pants pulled all da way up ta my chest. I just 'ated seein' dat long, red scar on my chest. Wheneva' I looked at it, all dose awful memories threatened ta overflow me.
I'd remember ev'rything dat led ta dis: Vanessa, Mama, Elenita, Mortimer, David, 'n' Papacito.
I neva' found out what 'appened ta Papacito. I just 'ad a feelin' it wasn't too good.
Finally, I came ta wear a pink tie even t'ough some men at da bars made fun o' me fer it. See, I recieved it from Mandy fer my 16th birthday, 'n' I was just so touched dat she'd left da brothel (she rarely left 'cause she got lost easily), made 'er way ta a men's store, 'n' spent what little money she'd earned ta buy me somethin'.
Livin' at dat brothel were really da t'ird best years o' my life. Da first 'ad been my 5 years wit' Elenita; in fact, I 'ad managed ta find several school pictures o' 'er 'n' printed dem out. I kept 'em in my room, 'n' stroked 'em almost constantly.
What were da second best years? Well, dey started when I was 18 'n' decided ta leave 'n' get a place o' my own...
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Post by disneyplease on Aug 8, 2011 0:51:54 GMT -5
Very Nice Chapter KeyGirl!!! DisneyPlease!
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