It's the pity I can't stand
Sidestory: Can't stand false love
Shannon Moore/OC-incest.
Disclaimer- Don't own shannon, tna, or any varition of company or person.
Summary-Side story from it's the pity I can't stand. Mike's childhood was nothing but false love and ill intent from family. This is the events leading up to him being admitted to the world love mental institution, starting from the beginning.
Note: This is for my number one fan of ITPICS, codyrhodesfan *fanfare and clapping* of course it's for all my fans but especially her because she makes me feel all special and warm inside. ENJOY!
Litte Michael Mizanin was a sunny young thing. His hair wasn't the color of the sun, nor were his eyes endlessly blue and clear. His hair was a chocolate brown, and his eyes just the same, but his expression was never anything but smiles or other variations of adorableness. He was only five years old and innocent to anything bad despite the fact that he was living porverty stricken in a trailer home that rarely had enough food for him and his two parents.
Even still Mikey was always happy and upbeat, something his parents both envied and hated about the little boy. There jealousy over his happiness and there lack there of was something to be questioned by others, but being to naive, it went right over little mike's head.
For now though, Michael was on his knees in the living room/kithenette, leaning over the coffe table while making a crayon drawing of himself and his mom who he loved so much. He had on the most intense yet adorable face. His tiny eyebrows drawn together and his little mouth puckered up while he concentrated on drawing his mommy in yellow, just like that dress she wore that one time she took him to the park.
Finally finished, he set the crayon down and ran over to his mother with a delighted bounce. The teacher of his kindergarden class said that mommies and daddies loved to get picture from their children, so he thought that if he drew a picture of himself and his mommy smiling, she'd be happy again, like whenever she's not at he ran up to his mommy, holding up the picture, jumping up and down in excitement. Unfortunately, mikey's mom wasn't as happy to please him and he was to please her.
Just that day her husband announced to her that he was going out and told her not to wait up for her. That only meant he was going to a strip club, and that was something she couldn't really help, or stop feeling upset about. He'd go wether or not she wanted him to, and like alway he'd come back, smelling like booze and perfume. But not sex, oh no he'd never cheat, not worth the accusation. He'd wait untl he got home so he could fuck her and call her some other bitches name, like caroline or jenny, like any other time. She took another drag of her cigarette, her anger quelled only slightly by the dangerouse stick.
So up to her ran little mikey and she had to try hard not to scream and pull at her hair it his approach. He was a good kid, he really was. He always listened and you'd be hard pressed to find a kid who asked for less, but that damn constant smile of his pissed her off everytime she saw it. HE was the reason. HE was why her husband had to get it up at a club just to get off with his wife. She was once the most envied woman in town. A body that could go toe-to toe with Pamela Andersons, but was now not much better than Rosie O' Donalds in her own mind. Her getting pregnant with that little shit was the reason she no longer lived in a nice suburban home with her parents, but instead in a trailer home, unable to finish up her education, working in a dead end dinner in the morning with a husband that barely glanced at her for longer than necesarry. And here was that...that BASTARD that ruined her whole life, running up to her with a picture in hand. Having the nerve to even call her MOMMY, while she didn't even havethe will to call him son on the average day when no one else was around.
"Mommy, mommy look! I drew this for you! Do you like it? huh do you?" He asked. She just sighed at his inthusiams, trying her best not to feel any malice towards the ball of sunshine.
"It's...uh..." She didn't even bother to try and finish her sentence, knowing that anything she said would just scare the kid. Despite the fact she never really cared for him much, she fulfilled the bare minimum duties of a parent, and didn't want to be the reason he became some raging psycho or weirdo sex fiend that couldn't function in normal society. Even still she couldn't really manage to say anything about the picture, barely even lookng at it.
"Mommy? Can you hear me? Tell me what you think of the picture, I made it just for you! It's special 'cause I love you and i think you'r the best." This was the final straw. He thought she was perfect? After what he caused her body to look like, and her additude to become, he thought she waws PERFECT? With out missing a beat, she ripped the picture from mikey's small pudgy hands, tearing it to shreds and throwing them to the ground, all the while saying.
"You know damn well i'm not perfect, and it's all your fault you little bastard. Now get the HELL outta my face." Her nose flared and cheeks red, she barely saw how her words crushed the boy, causing him to slink of to his room, hugging his knees close to his chest until dinner time rolled around and he had to sit down for dinner. The whole time he barely ate, his little head hung in shame. Something the mother got just a little pleasure out of, but more than anything, guilt, especially after her husband came home and found out, forcing the mother to wake the little boy and say her apologies to him, the whole time he stuck to her like a shadow, making sure she did what she was supposed to. Despite the father working in dangerous odd jobs, and barely seeing his son, or even cracking a smile around him, he was the one that loved the little boy the most, though that isn't saying much in the end.
After apologising to the now dosing boy, she went back to her room with her husband hot on her heels, no longer angry like he was minute's ago, but now back in a state of arousal. The issue that just occured did nothing to diminish the hard on he had from the strip club, and now he was ready to realese the tension.
"Good job mom, you deserve a treat for setting things right." He said, getting naked and mounting the mother of his child, pushing into her roughly and fucking her for all he was worth, which like his love, wasn't much. Not being much a women either though, she got was able to get aroused by his clumsy rutting and even managed to climax with no satisfaction.
After it was all over she turned on her side and layed in bed wondering who would be so cliche as to name themselves Candy in a strip club these days.
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