Hello there! This is my attempt at a continuing story with plot (whaaaaaat?) Shocking I know, trust me I'm as surprised as you are. Anywhoo! Please keep in mind that I'm "like-new" in the fanfic writing department, having said that I promise to not fuck it up...too badly.. =)
This is rated M for a reason, foul language, adult oriented material, violence and possibly sexy times? I'm not sure yet.
I'd like to thank Diane for being my International Master Beta *snort* and Hopey for reading a bit of my crazy and telling me I should keep going. Thank you gals. I send hugs and inappropriate boob grazes to both of you.
I don't own Twilight or its characters, but I do own dogs named Superman and Batman. Batman likes to give Superman rim jobs.
You know, it's not every day that you get to find out the man that so kindly donated his sperm in order for you to be created wasn't in fact dead. It's probably even more rare to find out that said sperm donor is a huge fucking deal in the drug world.
"You've got to be fucking shitting me mom."
Probably not the best words to utter to your mother on her death bed, but what can I say the bitch took me by surprise.
"No Bella, I'm dead fucking serious," she looked at me while trying to hold in a smile. I smiled back, not wanting to laugh at my mom's horrible pun. I failed. She laughed along.
We had a fucked up sense of humor, deal with it.
"How the hell did this happen? Well, technically I know how it happened," I made a small circle with one hand and made my index finger go in and out of the finger hole, "but where in the fucks did you hook up with some drug lord?"
She sighed and motioned for me to sit down next to her. I had a feeling this was going to be a long ass story.
I was right. It was a long ass story, filled with sex, drugs, and rock and roll. Well not the rock and roll part, but drugs were a definite factor in my conception. I should feel ashamed or disgusted by it, but oddly enough it makes no difference. Actually, it makes perfect sense.
My mother was a whore back in the 70's and early 80's. No, seriously she was a real whore with a pimp and everything. Daddy Kin Pin, as I am now calling him, wasn't her pimp but he was a loyal customer of The Pimp. This was when he was just making a name for himself being a bookie and selling the good shit. He was the new cat in town, the one you didn't want to owe any money to, because no one ever stayed alive for very long if you owed and didn't pay.
Fucker was brutal.
Apparently all the other whores wanted to fuck him and were jealous of my mother because he preferred her. Not because he was hung like a horse. No. No. They wanted him because he had the best drugs. In the land of coke and cooch, wanting to be with the guy that had the best shit in town giving a shit if he had an extra belly button for a dick wasn't really an issue, sniffing a line while he fucked you was.
Although I'm guessing trying to sniff a line while you're getting fucked might not be the best or easiest thing, but I'm sure it can be done.
Don't judge.
He kept coming back for her and she received him with open arms and legs. Whatever. I guess there was some sort of mutual respect and longing going for on for one another. I don't pretend to understand it, but I guess I'm thankful, not to mention alive, because of it.
Back to the story. On one drug induced psychedelic horny night, Daddy Kin Pin forgot the rubber and momma got knocked up. She told him as soon as she found out, he did the honorable thing; he gave her money and told her to get rid of it. My sperm donor was such a classy man! In some fucked up way I understand why he had to give my mom that option. An up and coming bad ass would certainly be bumped down a notch or ten if he showed a soft spot for his knocked up whore. He was making enemies, a child - even an unwanted one - would only give those enemies an upper hand.
Fuck it, I would have done the same thing. No hard feelings, it's just business.
She took the money and told him she would get rid of me, but that she was planning on moving afterwards because the "ordeal was going to be too dramatic" for her, or some shit like that. I honestly don't think he bought her shit.
Would you?
Exactly. He gave her extra money; she took the fuck off without looking back. Or so she says.
Between us, I think she fell in love with fucking Daddy Kin Pin. That's why she didn't get rid of it - err me. I must look like him because my naturally brown hair just doesn't match the shade of blonde my mother sports. Where she has blue eyes, I rock deep brown eyes. We're the same stature and petite figure, we're sexy bitches, tig-o-bitties and spectacular ass included.
She knew that keeping me might come back and bite her in the ass one day and after twenty-five years it finally did. See, Daddy Kin Pin found out about us, about our very profitable business and he wanted a cut. Why? Because he's a greedy motherfucking shithead like that and because since I'm his offspring he thinks he deserves to have some sort of royalties. Fuck that shit! And my mother said as much. One of his stupid thugs shot her right in the kneecap (yeah I, too rolled my eyes at this) just to make sure she knew he meant everything he said. Daddy Kin Pin said, and I quote, "I'm only letting you live so you can relay the message to that bastard daughter you hid from me. You will give me thirty percent of your monthly profits and in return we will leave you alone. You will either hand deliver the profits or send them overnight to me on time. Always."
Needless to say I was seething when I came home and found my mother on the floor surrounded in a pool of coagulated blood. She was drifting in and out consciousness by then and wasn't able to tell me what the fuck happened. I thought I was going to lose her at that moment without knowing what fucking happened and who the fuck did it.
She made it out of surgery just fine, she was just like fiddy: she walked with a limp. She's so gangsta.
Now, two months after Daddy Kin Pin's initial visit she's lying in a hospital bed dying. Yes, I know I said she came out of the surgery just fine and she did, everything was going fucking dandy up until two weeks ago when she her knee implant became infected. The infection was just too advanced; it had gone into her bloodstream. Why hadn't this been brought to my attention a lot sooner? Because my mother thought that she would be a bother to me if she told me in how much pain she really was. If she would have just told me right away we could have caught this motherfucker in time and she would be fine. The replacement would have been taken out and we could have gotten it on time. It really wasn't fair.
I wiped the tear that slipped down my face. Stupid tears, making me look weak and shit. Mom was asleep again, that talk tired her out. She couldn't handle being awake for too long. She wanted to go home already, the doctors told me that it would be better to let her rest at home. It was just a nice way of telling me to get the fuck out of their hospital and make room for someone that might have a chance at being saved.
I sat back on the fucking uncomfortable chair in her room just looking at the fragile woman in front of me. She shouldn't be here, she shouldn't be dying! Goddammnit! This was all his fault. We should be taking care of our girls, making our money and not worrying about sending off the payments to that fucking bastard.
My mother didn't have too long to live. She had asked me to stay away from Daddy Kin Pin, to just pay him. It pissed her off to have to give in to him but she said it was better for us at the moment. She was right, I couldn't move around in the condition she is in.
The doctors didn't really give me a time period, but I know it'll be soon. Another traitor tear rolled down, I didn't even bother to wipe it off, what's the use. If it weren't for the girls, I would be completely alone once she leaves me.
Once she does, all bets are off.
He will suffer. Greatly.
I will make sure of it.
Daddy Kin Pin will pay for this...with his life.
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xoxoxo
