Date: Wed, 16 Jun 2004 11:29:29 +0000 From: Nat Fernandez <natfernandez88@hotmail.com> Subject: A Different Story - chapter 2 Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. If you are too young to read sexual or violent acts, or if it's illegal in your city to read porn, just don't read it. If you decide to go on, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did while imagining and writing it. And please, let me apologize for all typos or mistakes in my poor english, as it is not my mother language. Copyright: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your site, please contact the author for permission. Feel free to send me feedback comments, any kind of them... if you liked it or if not, please add reasons for why. nat ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I know the first 2 chapters do not contain really any sexual explicit relationship, but it was needed so all you could understand the rest of the story. And well, I wanted to write that part also, as my story is based in a movie I once watched and I don't even remember its title. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A Different Story by nat Chapter 2: Subsistence So there I was, in the suburbs of the city of Toronto, trying to get up of a nightmare life. I had no money, no place to stay and no one to be with. Needless to say I did not find my aunt in the telephone guide list, and I didn't also follow the Social. I was thinking over and over about my lil'girl... and that thought was obfuscating any other sign of intelligence in my brain. All I could do that first day was walk and walk around the city with no direction at all. It was cold but I didn't care. In the evening I realized all day had passed and I had not had anything to drink or eat. But I didn't even have a dollar to buy a snack. My body was also longing for some relax after all day roving through the city. I didn't know where I was exactly, but I saw an underground entrance and got inside to warm my iced body. I found some place to sit in the floor in a corner of a corridor... and my tears flew down again. Suddenly, I heard a noise of a coin being thrown in the floor just at my side. Was that for me? I looked up and could not see who was the responsible of the thrown coin. Instead I saw a lot of people going up and down the corridor. My clumsy mind had then the idea to ask for money in the streets to get enough to eat something. And so did I. My look was dirty and miserable enough a that point to make some people feel they had to help me with some of their extra coins of their wallets. But then, 2 days after it came a big snowfall over the city and I had to look for a place to get shelter. I found a little accomodation in a basement of an abandoned building, where already other people in the same situation as me had a little fire to get "warmer" (if that was possible at all). The following night the storm decreased on strength and perished. I wanted to get out of that basement full of wierd or crazy people. I was scared and my shyness made me hide as much as I could during the time I spent there. When I stepped out of the building a cloudy night welcomed me. It was still very cold, with at lot of snow in the streets, and I couldn't see any car around. I walked and walked until I arrived at the main street of the night clubs. Some hookers where already there waiting for any client who would like to pick them up. I passed near a couple of them: "Huh! Heya lil'bitch..... ya lost?" one of them said sarcastically, and both laughed at me. "Dun dare even to try to work in our zone... honey! It's a warning!". I ran across the street and found a place to stay in a blind alley, out of the sight of that pair of women. I perceived some old pasteboard boxes which I used to cover me, and I tried to get some sleep. I got up suddenly when I heard the voice of 2 men shouting and singing. They were clearly drunk. Somehow they noticed me under the boxes. "Hey Jarrod! Let's have some fun!". I got immediately scared, remembering Cesar and what he was capable of doing when he was drunk. They removed the boxes and as fast as I could I tried to run away of them, but a strong hand grabbed my arm, holding me tight against his body. "Oh.. oh! Where do you think you are going, you stupid girl?... Come here with us" said the one who was holding me. "Perfect! She's the resistant type... exactly how I lik'em!" answered the other man. I was screaming "Please! Please! Let me go... pleaaaseee!" But there was nothing in earth a tiny 18 year-old innocent and weak girl could do against those two durnk but strong men. "Shut up you slut.... dammit!" And he hit me directly on my left eye. I shouted out on pain and cried. "Shit.... stop crying or I'll hit you til you will never ever be able to suck a cock anymore cause it won't be possible for you to open your mouth!!" But I couldn't stop crying... that was enough for me, I was going to give up in my life, I thought. "Get outta here and leave her away.... NOW!!" I heard a femenine voice in the middle of my cries. "Ok.. ok... hey... I'm quiet.... We're quiet... Ok?" I heard one of the men saying. "I SAID... FUCKING GET OUT NOW! Do it if you dun wanna get hurt. And be sure I mean it!". I felt free of the arms that were holding me tight and fell to the floor. When my eyes went up again to check what was happening, full of tears, I could see her. She had a gun in her hands and those 2 men were running away. God, what a sight... my saviour! A tall and very beautiful blond-haired woman, aged about 35, wearing a fur coat and red latex high heels had saved me of another violence session in my life. "Ya ok, honey? Did they hurt you? Let me see you eye..." She approached me when she was sure those men were far away. "Th...... thanks ma'am" I managed to say still sobbing. "It's all good... you come with me... I'll take care of you eye. By the way... my name is Helen, and you are?". "Ta... Tanya". She helped me get up, which was not an easy task for me at that situation. "Lean on me... I'll help you walk... Dun live far from here". I remained without saying a word.... I wasn't strong enough even to talk. A couple of minutes after, we got in her flat. "Gotta pee first... get ya some coffee meanwhile... it's near the sink". And with this she disappeared inside the corridor. I took my time to have a good look at the room where I was. It was all very disordered, though not dirty. Magazines, empty bottles, unclean dishes, clothes all over the floor and the chairs, jewelry and make up utils on the table, etc. The kitchen was not separated from the sitting room and it had 3 couples of cupboards, a fridge, a microoven and a normal oven, a sink and a 1-meter long black marble. I thought to myself... 'Finally some luck?'. I saw the coffee machine near the sink, I took a half dirty glass and washed it in the sink. I chilled at the touch of the warm water over my skin. I poured some coffee in the glass, sitted in the sofa and tried to relax. And then, a couple of tears fell down my cheeks. That coffee seemed like heaven to me. I had not had any warm drink in days. It cleared my throat and my soul. I really needed it. I was sitting on the sofa, with my legs crossed and the coffee cup holded by both of my hands, in the typical position of a shy cute little girl. I heard the noise of a door getting closed and some steps coming to the living-room. Helen appeared and stood up in front of me. She was dressed just with a white long robe. She stared at me like she was trying to discover what was my deepest essence. "Ya hungry Tanya? ... Got some cold...actually half-freezed food in the fridge, but can use the microoven on it. It's 5 AM and I'm tired. Wanna go to sleep. Ya can sleep here in the sofa... I'll bring you a blanket." "Thanks a lot ma'am... I don't know what to say...ehh..." I tried to answer. She interrupted me: "For god sake... dun call me 'maam' never ever. I've got a name!" And with this she hurried to look for the blanket. She soon came back with a thick poncho and gave it to me. Helen turned away to her room... suddenly she stopped and added: "Oh... and please, get a shower before going to sleep. Ya stin... smell so bad!". She smiled until I shily smiled back and turned away again, fading through her door.