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Show Me What Love Feels Like Ch. 10
Wow, 23 votes! Thanks!! Enjoy! ---------------------------------------------------------------- (Btw, this chapter is kinda involves a drag queen, named Raven, from my favorite show called RuPaul's Drag Race. haha. I love that frickin' show and I'm kinda obsessed with it. A character in this chapter is a drag queen from the show But on this chapter, Raven is out of drag :)Raven is "David," the person that drives Misty back to Los Angeles.) Recall: Misty secretly left Neverland to return to her deadly and dangerous life as a teenage prostitute. Once I had closed Michael's front door, the emotions became out of wack and the tears welled up in my eyes. I was really going to miss Michael and his company, but most of all, I was going to miss his love. I didn't realize how much I was going to leave behind until that front door closed in front of my face. But me leaving was for everyone's good. I wasn't going to ruin a family anymore. Lisa could come back happily with her children and their family would happily repair. I faced it. Michael was better off without me in his life. The journey to get back to South Central was not easy. I had slept for the rest of the night at a bus station, then the next morning, at about nine o' clock in the morning, my journey began. My first plan was to beg for a ride back to Los Angeles, but of course, that didn't work. So I resorted to plan B. I had used the only money that I had had, which was only five dollars, to use the Greyhound bus, but Los Angeles was not in the bus's distance, so I told the bus to take me to the truck stop where all of the truck drivers were. I figured to resort to sexual favors in order for a truck driver to give me a ride back to L.A. After all, I was a prostitute. "Hey, you," I said as I approached one truck driver, who was driving a truck for Walmart. "Wanna do me a favor?" The truck driver stared at me intensely as if he knew what I wanted him for. "What do you want?" he asked rudely, "I have to be in Portland, Oregon before tomorrow night and I don't have time to be fucking with some lot lizard whores." (FYI, a "lot lizard" is a prostitute who hangs around truck stops) "Oh, you'll be there in time. I just need you to do somethin' for me," I said, with a sexy smirk on my face. I didn't want to smirk, yet I had to if I really wanted a ride back to Los Angeles. The truck driver didn't look like the average truck driver; he wasn't fat, greasy, nor slimy. He looked pretty young, about in his late twenties to early thirties, had black hair, which was shaved, he had two snakebite piercings below his lips, had colorful tattoos on one of his arms, and was wearing small earrings. And he had nicely shaped lips. He was white and also pretty handsome. "Look, didn't you hear what I said?" "But I'll give you what you want, babe," I said while slowly running my hand down my chest to my thigh. "It'll just be quick. I promise. If you let me, I'll lick you like a nice cherry lollipop." He looked very disgusted at my offer. "I'm sorry, but I am not interested." I was suprised by his statement. No truck driver would ever refuse sex. "What?" I said, definitely suprised, but also upset. "Look, Miss, I'm gay, and I don't like women." Now, I definitely felt stupid. Asking a GAY truck driver to have SEX with him for a ride? Oh God, just shoot me now... How fucking embarassing is that?!? "Oh," I said with my head hanging down. "I'm sorry, I wasted your time." I guess he had seen my despair and loss of hope since he had stopped me. "Wait," he had said. I turned around silently and looked at him. "What do you need? I'll be happy to give it to you." "What?" I said confused. "You look like you need something. Just ask me and I'll try to help you. Portland can wait." A smile and tears appeared on my face. He was so nice to ME. ME. A nobody. A prostitute who has nothing for herself nor for her life. "I-I need a ride back home." "Ok, where do you live?" he asked. "South Central, Los Angeles." "Oh wow. Those are some bad streets." "Yeah, I know. I want to get out of South Central more than anything, but I can't. Its full of nothing but crime. It's a hellhole." "Well, climb in." I sighed a deep breath and smiled even more. This man was a savior. We need more people in the world like this. I had climbed into the passenger seat of the truck and he began to drive off. As he drove, paying attention to the road, I kept looking at him. I wanted to get to know him. "I never caught your name," I said at last. "Oh, uh, David. What's yours?" "Misty. Nice to meet you." "You too. So, um, where did you come from?" "Santa Barbara." "How come you were down there?" Lying, I said, "Um, visiting a friend...a very special friend." Right then and there, I thought about Michael. About how by now, he would've been reading the note that I had wrote him. He was probably holding the necklace I left with his tears hitting the gold of the necklace's heart. Maybe he called Lisa Marie and told her that she had nothing to worry about anymore. Maybe her and Michael are making up right now by a nice smooth kiss. Maybe Michael, Lisa, and the kids were riding on the ferris wheel. Happy without me. "Oh, I see," David replied. "Yeah..So, um, where are you from? I mean, like, where's your home?" I asked, trying to get off the subject. "Riverside. I haven't been home in a long time, since I have been driving all over the country." "So I guess you miss home." "Yeah, I do very much." "I wish I can say the same." "What do you mean," he asked. "Um, nothing," I said. For a few hours we drove until we reached my destination of South Central. "Thanks, David. Thank you very much. I really appreciate it," I finally said to him. "No problem, Misty," he said with a smile. Before I left, I reached in and gave him a friendly peck on the cheek and a big bear hug. He waved as he drove off back onto the highway. From there, here I was. I was again a prostitute who worked on LA's streets. I wasn't a child of Neverland anymore. I was back to who I initially was. But even though I was back, I missed Michael dearly and I wanted him with me, yet I had to face the truth even though I had dreaded it. I couldn't ever see Michael again....but eventually, he came to my rescue a second time... To Be Continued... *Will Misty ever see Michael again? Will Misty again face her pimp, King P.? What will King P. do to her when he sees her again after she had disappeared for over three months? Will this return to the life on the streets eventually cost Misty her life? Find out on Chapter eleven!**
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