AFTER OUR SCENE TOGETHER JANET ASKED ME AND JASON TO STAY THE NIGHT WITH HER AND GIVE HER WHAT SHE CALLED THE PRINCESS TREATMENT. THE PRINCESS TREATMENT WAS A THREESOME WITH TWO MEN BUT INSTEAD OF HER PLEASING BOTH OF US WE WERE BOTH TO PLEASE HER. JANET LOVED BEING WITH TWO MEN AT THE SAME TIME BUT SHE DID NOT LIKE THE WAY MOST THREESOMES WITH TWO GUYS WENT WITH THE WOMAN FUCKING ONE AS SHE SUCKED AND JERKED THE OTHER, JANET SAID THAT IT WAS NOT A REAL THREESOME IF THE GUYS WERE NOT TOUCHING A LITTLE OR IF THEY DID NOT KISS THE WOMAN AFTER SHE SUCKED COCK OR EAT HER OUT AFTER THE OTHER ONE FU... Continue»
Hello. My name is Misery. I was born on a cold February morning. The 29th to be exact. Leap day. My mother, a young, d**g addicted prostitute, snuck out of the hospital later that evening, leaving me behind. All she left me was my name. A constant reminder of her disdain for me. I guess she could have been crueler. She could have had me someplace other than a hospital and left me in a dumpster. Later in life, I've come to believe that she didn't leave me. She let me go.
Anyway, here I am. An infant boy born prematurely and addicted to crack. The odds were stacked against me. But fate dealt me an ace. A maternity nurse I would come to call Mom. She was older and was unable to have c***dren of her own. Thanks to her, I made it through. Eventually, she would get custody of me. She would tell me, "We had answered each others prayers." God works in mysterious ways they say. Tragedy often leads to miracles.
Life was not easy however. I had many health problems. Not only physical, but mental as well. As I grew and went to school, there were many episodes of behavioral problems. I was growing at a slower rate and was quite small for my age. This made me an easy target for bullies. A person can take just so much of it before they snap. One day, my anger got the best of me and I pushed a boy down. He fell and hit his head causing a serious injury to him. The whole thing was blown way out of proportion. As a result, I was sent to a psychiatrist. This is where my life took a dramatic turn.
The diagnosis was borderline psychotic. I was prescribed Risperadol. My Mom decided to retire and homeschool me. Things went very well for a few years. I was less anxious and engulfed by my moms love.
Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to my life. It was a sunny June morning. I awoke and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Strangely, my mom was not sitting at the table sipping her cup of coffee. I called out, "Mommy?" A harsh silence filled the apartment. I went into my moms room. She was still sl**ping. I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Mommy?" She didn't move. The gravity of the situation hit me. I ran to the phone and dialed 911.
After the EMT's arrived, they told me to wait in the other room. They were in there for what felt like hours. I was a mess. Finally, one of them came out. She asked me,"Does anyone else live here with you?" "No" I answered, "Is my mommy alright?" Tears welled in her eyes. She asked "Is there any other f****y we could call?"
"No, it's just me and her. Is she alright?"
She took hold of my hand and said, "Everythings gonna be okay honey. Just sit on the couch and I'll check on her, OKay?"
I did as she told me. She went back into moms bedroom. Some more time went by. Then a policeman came in with a woman. She sat next to me. "My name is Cindy Marsh. What's your name?" I looked at her in confusion. "I'm Misery, Is my mommy okay?" She tried to change the subject. "You're such a pretty little girl Misery. Have you had breakfast yet?" I looked at her in disbelief. "I am not a girl and I'm not hungry." I look f***efully in her eyes and demanded, "What's wrong with my mom?" Cindy put her arm around me and gave me the bad news. "Your mommys up in heaven with God now." I cannot tell you what happened next. My mind went blank. I was devestated.
Cindy stayed with me that night. Trying her best to console me. We talked and she held me as I cried. Neither of us got any sl**p.