Such Is Life
Part 2
So that was my life. Most of it spent sitting on a crate while my mother went and did her 'thing'. Being told to be a good girl and sit there quietly! I watched her flirt with a bunch of sweaty old men just to get the slightest bit of attention, it sickened me but like I mentioned I didn't argue, I let her do her own thing, she was a grown woman who was I to stand in her way, a kid, most likely a burden but I didn't ask for it, for any of it. So we went from town to shitty town, all I saw of them was the arenas and the coach mostly. I had a tutor by now, paid for by my father who somehow decided he cared about my education if nothing else. Days were spent on the coach or in a hotel room studying but it didn't interest me, I went through the motions to please my mother, keep her happy, it was what I seemed to do best. Nights were for the most part speant in arena's, waiting around, bored, tired and usually with a headache from all the noise that went along with a WWF show. I didn't talk much, I was polite if someone spoke to me but never struck up conversation, this made everyone treat me like the little 'cutie-pie', so respectful, so polite when really I couldn't stand any of them and found them to be sad, false smiles and fake hair and that was just the guys! The women annoyed me. It was like a whole tribe of my mother all being led by men, being paraded like dogs at a dog show, it made me realise that really was all there was for life as a female! One step behind the male, following in his shadow, wiping his ass, raising his kids, cooking his meals and nights filled with arguments. Something to look forward to as I grew up!
One night about 1 year after my mother got us into this crap, 'he' walked in. Just another meat -head, another punk with muscles right? So I thought. He spoke to me, his voice soft for his build.
"Excuse me." That's all he said, I turned and saw the absolute 16 year old girl's fantasy, Shawn Michaels!
I didn't speak back I looked at my feet, mumbled and side stepped out of his way, red in the face and biting on my lip. "Thanks!" he smiled, Oh God he smiled at me. I was ready to die! I was 16 and having my first real life 'lust' experience.
For the next few nights I hung out with more enthusiasm than ever before, waiting, waiting for the 'Excuse me!' or the 'Thanks!' or anything, just a glimpse would have fed my desire to see him again, but whom was I kidding? He was older than me, I was a kid!
Never the less I started experimenting with my mother's huge supply of make up, I ended up looking like Doink's younger sister although I thought I looked pretty cool. I must have looked like a total freak and if my mother had paid any attention to me maybe she would have helped me. But my mother was busy with other things, to my horror my mother was busy with Shawn Michaels. I rounded a corner and there they were, lips locked together....I stared! My own mother and my wet dream together! Life couldn't get much worse! I spent the next few nights alone on the bus, alone in the hotel, I wanted to die. I thought I was in love.
The worst night of my life was when I was informed I was to spend the night in 'uncle Marty's' room on account of mommy and 'uncle Shawn' wanting some 'grown up's' time in our room. It wasn't the first night I'd spent away from my mother but I wasn't usually ousted from my own hotel room. I thought my chest would cave in from the pain, I was 16 not 6, I had a damned good idea what the 'grown up' time would consist of and I hated her for it.
"What a cutie she is!" 'Uncle' Shawn ruffled my hair, winked at 'Uncle' Marty and I left with him, this stranger, this 'uncle' who was as much interested in being my 'uncle' as I was having it that way. I sat in his hotel room, not moving, hardly speaking incase my tears fell. My own mother, it was hard to take in.
"Wanna watch TV?"
I jumped at his voice and shook my head wishing I was a million miles away from that place, that company. He sighed and kicked off his shoes as he lay on the bed and opened a bottle of beer. I bit on my thumbnail, nervous and devastated. The TV was switched on as a noise was heard from my room on the other side of the wall. 'Uncle' Marty glanced at me nervously and cleared his throat, "You want a drink or something?"
"No thank you."
"Erm...well ah...mind if I watch TV?" he seemed as awkward and uncomfortable as I was. I shook my head and he lay back down with the TV remote in his hand, turning up the volume every time there was an audible 'bump' or moan from the next room. It disgusted me.
I fell asleep on the sofa in that room and knew nothing until my mother stood above me shaking me awake, "We're ready to go sweetheart!" She beamed. I rubbed my eyes and looked around me, so used to being in a different room every night that it didn't even occur to me that I wasn't in 'our' room. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I sat up and tried to smooth my hair.
"Ready?" he said a little impatiently and my mother nodded. "Have a good night with 'uncle' Marty then?"
He came into my view, long blonde hair slightly unkempt, eyes sparkling, he made me feel weak at the knees.
"Um er, y....yes thank you." I stammered still toying with the mass of unruly hair on my own head. He smiled and winked....he winked at me! My heart leapt into my throat then immediately fell into the pit of my stomach as he kissed my mother's lips before he left the room.
Part 2
So that was my life. Most of it spent sitting on a crate while my mother went and did her 'thing'. Being told to be a good girl and sit there quietly! I watched her flirt with a bunch of sweaty old men just to get the slightest bit of attention, it sickened me but like I mentioned I didn't argue, I let her do her own thing, she was a grown woman who was I to stand in her way, a kid, most likely a burden but I didn't ask for it, for any of it. So we went from town to shitty town, all I saw of them was the arenas and the coach mostly. I had a tutor by now, paid for by my father who somehow decided he cared about my education if nothing else. Days were spent on the coach or in a hotel room studying but it didn't interest me, I went through the motions to please my mother, keep her happy, it was what I seemed to do best. Nights were for the most part speant in arena's, waiting around, bored, tired and usually with a headache from all the noise that went along with a WWF show. I didn't talk much, I was polite if someone spoke to me but never struck up conversation, this made everyone treat me like the little 'cutie-pie', so respectful, so polite when really I couldn't stand any of them and found them to be sad, false smiles and fake hair and that was just the guys! The women annoyed me. It was like a whole tribe of my mother all being led by men, being paraded like dogs at a dog show, it made me realise that really was all there was for life as a female! One step behind the male, following in his shadow, wiping his ass, raising his kids, cooking his meals and nights filled with arguments. Something to look forward to as I grew up!
One night about 1 year after my mother got us into this crap, 'he' walked in. Just another meat -head, another punk with muscles right? So I thought. He spoke to me, his voice soft for his build.
"Excuse me." That's all he said, I turned and saw the absolute 16 year old girl's fantasy, Shawn Michaels!
I didn't speak back I looked at my feet, mumbled and side stepped out of his way, red in the face and biting on my lip. "Thanks!" he smiled, Oh God he smiled at me. I was ready to die! I was 16 and having my first real life 'lust' experience.
For the next few nights I hung out with more enthusiasm than ever before, waiting, waiting for the 'Excuse me!' or the 'Thanks!' or anything, just a glimpse would have fed my desire to see him again, but whom was I kidding? He was older than me, I was a kid!
Never the less I started experimenting with my mother's huge supply of make up, I ended up looking like Doink's younger sister although I thought I looked pretty cool. I must have looked like a total freak and if my mother had paid any attention to me maybe she would have helped me. But my mother was busy with other things, to my horror my mother was busy with Shawn Michaels. I rounded a corner and there they were, lips locked together....I stared! My own mother and my wet dream together! Life couldn't get much worse! I spent the next few nights alone on the bus, alone in the hotel, I wanted to die. I thought I was in love.
The worst night of my life was when I was informed I was to spend the night in 'uncle Marty's' room on account of mommy and 'uncle Shawn' wanting some 'grown up's' time in our room. It wasn't the first night I'd spent away from my mother but I wasn't usually ousted from my own hotel room. I thought my chest would cave in from the pain, I was 16 not 6, I had a damned good idea what the 'grown up' time would consist of and I hated her for it.
"What a cutie she is!" 'Uncle' Shawn ruffled my hair, winked at 'Uncle' Marty and I left with him, this stranger, this 'uncle' who was as much interested in being my 'uncle' as I was having it that way. I sat in his hotel room, not moving, hardly speaking incase my tears fell. My own mother, it was hard to take in.
"Wanna watch TV?"
I jumped at his voice and shook my head wishing I was a million miles away from that place, that company. He sighed and kicked off his shoes as he lay on the bed and opened a bottle of beer. I bit on my thumbnail, nervous and devastated. The TV was switched on as a noise was heard from my room on the other side of the wall. 'Uncle' Marty glanced at me nervously and cleared his throat, "You want a drink or something?"
"No thank you."
"Erm...well ah...mind if I watch TV?" he seemed as awkward and uncomfortable as I was. I shook my head and he lay back down with the TV remote in his hand, turning up the volume every time there was an audible 'bump' or moan from the next room. It disgusted me.
I fell asleep on the sofa in that room and knew nothing until my mother stood above me shaking me awake, "We're ready to go sweetheart!" She beamed. I rubbed my eyes and looked around me, so used to being in a different room every night that it didn't even occur to me that I wasn't in 'our' room. It wasn't until I heard his voice that I sat up and tried to smooth my hair.
"Ready?" he said a little impatiently and my mother nodded. "Have a good night with 'uncle' Marty then?"
He came into my view, long blonde hair slightly unkempt, eyes sparkling, he made me feel weak at the knees.
"Um er, y....yes thank you." I stammered still toying with the mass of unruly hair on my own head. He smiled and winked....he winked at me! My heart leapt into my throat then immediately fell into the pit of my stomach as he kissed my mother's lips before he left the room.