DISCLAIMER: I don't own the WWF or any of its Superstars for if that were
the case I wouldn't be wasting my time here now would I. Lol
In a Detroit hotel room Dwayne sat in the front of the television watching BET when City High's song "What Would You Do?" came on. The video spoke volumes to him, seeing a young woman stripping even though she didn't want to, brought memories of Tia flooding back. He reminisced about her tiny figure, beautiful brown skin, long black hair and bright smile. He loved the way she handled herself, she didn't throw herself at him like most women. Her shyness was a turn on, he felt the need to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the pain he saw in her eyes. She had touched hi soul in the short time they were together; Dwayne longed to be touched like that again
"I wonder what she's doing right now, more importantly does she even remember me." He thought. The burdened in his heart was heavy and beckoning him to find Tia. He couldn't quite pin point why but his spirit told him that it was very important that he find her.
Dwayne stressed over the situation for a long time before he came to a decision. "What in the hell is wrong with me, I'm The Rock and I can have any woman I want, so why am I stressing over someone I don't know?" Sadly it was a question that would go unanswered for quite some time.
Dwayne made a vow to put the Tia nonsense out of his head for good by taking it one day at a time. Pretty soon days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months to years. Dwayne was living life to the fullest, enjoying the benefits of his hard labor. He was #1 in the WWF, his acting career had far exceeded his and everyone else's expectations. He was content in saying he was the king of the world.
Back in Miami a dark cloud hung over a tiny one bedroom apartment, a cloud that had been lingering for almost 3 years. Tia had gotten her wish of having someone to love but it came at a very high price, many nights of crying till sunrise because she was in too much pain to sleep. Trevor had come down hard on her because the baby didn't look anything like him so he knew damn well that he wasn't the father. Hell bent on revenge Trevor abused her every opportunity he got, if the baby cried he'd shove her, if he smelt a dirty diaper he'd hit her. Even if nothing was wrong he hurt her just to remind her that he hadn't forgotten. Despite all the turmoil going on Tia never once regretted having this child, he was the only family she had and a constant reminder of a wonderful man she once knew, she loved this child with every fiber of her being. As time passed he grew into the cutest toddler ever seen, he had all of his father's fine features and for that reason Tia named him Dwayne, DJ for short.
"Mommy wake up, it's time for breakfast." Tia slowly opened her eyes to see DJ's bright eyes staring back at her. "I made this for you." He handed her a plate with two pop tarts on it. He was only three years old but wise beyond his years. He had learned to take care of his mother and himself because of the many days Trevor left Tia in an unconscious state and only DJ one to clean up the blood. DJ hated Trevor for the things he did, he couldn't understand why he was always hurting his mommy. He took on the responsibility of being Tia's caretaker and one and only confidant.
"Did Trevor make your head hurt again?" DJ asked.
"Yes, but I'm fine ok." Tia grabbed DJ and tickled him to get his mind off of her injuries.
Everyday was the same routine over and over cooking cleaning and playing with DJ before Trevor got home. There was no sign of things changing until DJ asked "Mommy, if Trevor's not my daddy where is my daddy?"
In a Detroit hotel room Dwayne sat in the front of the television watching BET when City High's song "What Would You Do?" came on. The video spoke volumes to him, seeing a young woman stripping even though she didn't want to, brought memories of Tia flooding back. He reminisced about her tiny figure, beautiful brown skin, long black hair and bright smile. He loved the way she handled herself, she didn't throw herself at him like most women. Her shyness was a turn on, he felt the need to wrap her in his arms and protect her from the pain he saw in her eyes. She had touched hi soul in the short time they were together; Dwayne longed to be touched like that again
"I wonder what she's doing right now, more importantly does she even remember me." He thought. The burdened in his heart was heavy and beckoning him to find Tia. He couldn't quite pin point why but his spirit told him that it was very important that he find her.
Dwayne stressed over the situation for a long time before he came to a decision. "What in the hell is wrong with me, I'm The Rock and I can have any woman I want, so why am I stressing over someone I don't know?" Sadly it was a question that would go unanswered for quite some time.
Dwayne made a vow to put the Tia nonsense out of his head for good by taking it one day at a time. Pretty soon days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and months to years. Dwayne was living life to the fullest, enjoying the benefits of his hard labor. He was #1 in the WWF, his acting career had far exceeded his and everyone else's expectations. He was content in saying he was the king of the world.
Back in Miami a dark cloud hung over a tiny one bedroom apartment, a cloud that had been lingering for almost 3 years. Tia had gotten her wish of having someone to love but it came at a very high price, many nights of crying till sunrise because she was in too much pain to sleep. Trevor had come down hard on her because the baby didn't look anything like him so he knew damn well that he wasn't the father. Hell bent on revenge Trevor abused her every opportunity he got, if the baby cried he'd shove her, if he smelt a dirty diaper he'd hit her. Even if nothing was wrong he hurt her just to remind her that he hadn't forgotten. Despite all the turmoil going on Tia never once regretted having this child, he was the only family she had and a constant reminder of a wonderful man she once knew, she loved this child with every fiber of her being. As time passed he grew into the cutest toddler ever seen, he had all of his father's fine features and for that reason Tia named him Dwayne, DJ for short.
"Mommy wake up, it's time for breakfast." Tia slowly opened her eyes to see DJ's bright eyes staring back at her. "I made this for you." He handed her a plate with two pop tarts on it. He was only three years old but wise beyond his years. He had learned to take care of his mother and himself because of the many days Trevor left Tia in an unconscious state and only DJ one to clean up the blood. DJ hated Trevor for the things he did, he couldn't understand why he was always hurting his mommy. He took on the responsibility of being Tia's caretaker and one and only confidant.
"Did Trevor make your head hurt again?" DJ asked.
"Yes, but I'm fine ok." Tia grabbed DJ and tickled him to get his mind off of her injuries.
Everyday was the same routine over and over cooking cleaning and playing with DJ before Trevor got home. There was no sign of things changing until DJ asked "Mommy, if Trevor's not my daddy where is my daddy?"