Chapter 4: Tommy's Got A Baby
Tommy's P.O.V.
Little over 20 minutes ago, this tall, slender, burnt-carmel skinned kid named Charmaine stepped into my office asking for work. As far as I can tell, she's harmless...I mean, she had these huge, round, fear filled eyes with nothing but black in em', a huge forehead, fat cheeks, and a Mafia lower lip. I mean if anything, she's Vice City's next Bambi, right? But I have been wrong before...
But yeah, this kid comes in to my office asking for work and suggests that she becomes another souless broad at the club. I wasn't gonna have that shit. I mean, it's just...WRONG. I can see if she was eighteen but she's still wet behind the ears. Too innocent to be displayed on stage.
I gave her the key to that piece of shit room I had at the Ocean so she could get some rest. I told her to come back here in a couple of days so I could sort out this bullshit. I mean, what does Vercetti know about kids? They cry, they laugh, and they play, right? But in Vice City, there's no time for tears, you can only laugh so much at Maurice Chavez's pathetic show and there's no appropiate place for a child to play...
I don't know what I'm gonna do. She's completely alone in this town. If I won't look after her, who will? Nobody, that's who. These sons of bitches don't care how young you are. It's every man or broad for them fucking selves. But yeah, I don't know WHAT I'm gonna do wit' this kid, but I've seen females who've grown up without decent male figures to guide them from the shady lifestyles I'm profiting from and let's just say she could do better than that. I don't wanna babysit but I can't turn this poor kid away. Well, until I can find somewhere else to place her, old Vercetti's got a kid.
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End Chap. 4
I guess I'm softening Vercetti's image a little bit. But then again, who would turn away a poor kid with no family and is stranded in a town she's never been to. It's only right that someone would help her, right?