The Enforcer

by Chanel101

Serena is back in another story only this time she's a single mother who is struggling to raise her 13 year old son, Eric. Eric has done nothing but cause trouble for his mother and she's at a loss for what to do. What happens when Eric goes too far and is spotted by Mark Calaway, the owner of a boot camp in Houston. Will he be able to shape up her son before it's too late?

1. Chapter 1

Readers: This story won't be updated until I'm finished with The Unknown hero, but feel free to leave me some reviews about the introduction =) I do NOT Own any WWE characters!

Introduction

"Eric how many times have I told you not to smoke?" I asked my 13 year old son when he came home from school.

He rolled his eyes and sighed, "Mom all the other kids do it, and Jack says it's cool!"

I sighed to myself as I looked at him. This was the fifth time in a week that I'd caught him smoking, but it was everyday that I had to yell at him about something else.

My name is Serena. I'm 29 years old living in Austin, Texas. I'm sure some of you are doing the math so to make the long story short; I had my son at 16 years old. I was madly in love with his father, Andre and of course you know where that led. My mother and father were pretty angry with me the day I told them, but neither of them wanted me to get rid of him. It was tough being in school, working, and taking care of my son, but I had Andre there to help.

Unfortunately for us, Andre died in a car accident when Eric was three so I was left with him. I had plenty of support from my family when it came to raising Eric but ever since he was old enough to talk, he had been a problem child.

In first grade the problem was not listening to his teachers, in third grade it was bullying, and now here he is in seventh grade and he's a complete tyrant. He had been in three fights, suspended, and even placed in detention multiple times. So far I've had to put him three different schools and things haven't gotten better. I found myself crying every night because I knew I needed help with him, but I didn't know where to turn. I've even had nightmares about the places he could end up, including his own funeral. That was the last thing I wanted to see in his future.

"Eric you're grounded, now go to your room." I said.

"No! How about you go to your room and leave me the hell alone!" he shouted.

I closed my eyes as he snatched his cigarettes from me and ran out the door. I sighed and sat down on the couch unable to understand why he acted so terribly. Was it because of something I did? Was he being bullied in school? I didn't know…but I wished there was someone who could help me out with him.