I know the last chapter is sad, but it has to be done. Don't worry, there will be a happy ending.
" Wake up, freak!" a harsh voice yelled at him. Waylon woke up and found out that he was back in reality. Back as the sideshow freak. Waylon grunted as he got up slowly to see the ringmaster of this 'freak-show'.
He has a handsome-looking face and has a charm that can attract any girl. But the irony is that he has an ugly heart. He used a club to hit Waylon on the head if he doesn't obey. Waylon was reluctant at getting up, for the memory of his true love was burning in his heart and he wanted to embrace it.
The ringmaster threw a bowl with some rotten meat for Waylon to eat. Waylon crinkled his nose in disgust but he had no other choice. He had to endure this everyday. Sometimes, he'd wished he had something different to eat. His teeth on the other hand were as sharp as those of a real crocodile and it was bloodstained from the food he eats.
" Now, you are here to make money," the ringmaster sneered. " DON'T DISAPPOINT ME!" With that he electrocuted Waylon with a cattle prod. ' Like I'd give a damn,' Waylon thought to himself. He hated this life. He hated this place. He hated the so called 'humans' around him! " I don't give a flying fuck about it," he growled.
" What was that, croc?" the ringmaster asked with a hint of venom in his tone. " I said, I. DON'T. GIVE. A. DAMN!" Waylon roared but he was cut off by a Bullhook this time. Yes, a Bullhook that was used to torture elephants in circuses. " You be good boy before I beat you," the black gentleman warned him. " Remember, I was the one who got you out of that prison and told you that you can have a life here. Boy, you're as stupid as your mother!"
That really hurt him.
During the whole day, people would stare at him through his cage. Some would scream because of his looks, others will either throw some insults at him and throw something at him like stones and even one of them threw a small firecracker at him! Poor Waylon, had to endure this until the show closes at 7.00 P.M.
At night, he was fed the same thing again and one of the staffs this time, blind-folded him as Waylon felt something cold and hard that was shoved across his face. He tried to speak but the metal clamped down his jaws and that's when he realized that they placed a muzzle on him!
When the blindfold was off, he could see that he was back in his cage and the only light source was the moonlight from an old, shattered window. He wanted to move but somehow those bastards chained him so that he cannot move and he only has to stay at one spot.
Tears were welling up in his eyes again. No one was there to comfort him or to show him kindness. But the memory of his love of that beautiful girl was burning strong in his heart. ' Kayla, where are you,' he thought to himself.
' I love you and before I die in this life as a freak, I just wanted to see you for the last time.'
Oh my god, this is just depressing! So where is Kayla? Does she remembered Waylon and does she still loved him?
Stay tune!
