sort of a fic update
It's not really fic proper, more stream of consciousness back story, but hey, it's something! :D
This is Joe's (from that little piece of original fiction I wrote a couple weeks ago) back story. 513 words of where the hooker with the heart of gold came up from.
Joe, 28, part-time college student, part-time hooker. Looks 21 at a stretch. Skinny, wiry white boy with trendy, tousled hair.
Normal suburban childhood. Only child of only children left him with no family when cancer took his parents one after the other his sophomore year of college. He was only 22.
He took a year off to settle their affairs and get his shit together. It was more of a blow than he'd expected to find himself alone in the world. (His parents had been ill for some time and they all knew the inevitable outcome) Oh, he had friends, good close friends, but not family. It had always been the three of them in a perfect little unit and for that to be gone, well, it messed him up.
That's when he discovered smoking up helped him cope. Made the jagged edges of his grief easier to bear.
Turns 24 the fall he goes back to school. His parents insurance and a work study enough to see him through the next two years to his degree.
One weekend in November his life stops.
He'd been at a party, chatting up this gorgeous guy, Scott was his name. Scott went to get them fresh drinks and a couple of sips into the new drink Joe was feeling no pain.
Mostly he remembers that there were three of them and they took turns fucking him. When he'd tried to bite one of them they'd hit him so hard it broke his jaw. He's actually glad for that because he thinks it freaked them out enough to stop.
He knows he's fucked up from the whole thing. Shit, he smokes up daily just to function. The hospital bills ate the rest of the insurance money and being laid up lost him the work study, so dropping out was inevitable. No college meant no dorm. Couch surfing took him through the recovery from the broken jaw but then it seemed sympathy ran out. Looking back he knows his friends had their own problems and not a one of them was in a position to take on how fucked up he was, but at the time all he could think about was himself and he was a selfish bastard; it lost him a lot of friends.
It sounds strange that a rape victim ends up a hooker, but in his experience so far, it's fairly common. At first he was trading blow jobs for weed or a place to sleep and it just escalated from there. At heart though he just wasn't that self-destructive. It took nearly two years, but he got his shit together again. Decided he sort of liked being a rent boy and the attention it got him, besides, there was always a bowl to be smoked to calm down if he got freaked out.
Got himself back in school- only part-time cause, hey, a boys gotta work to eat ya know- reconnected with old friends and mostly he was happy. Then Marcus did his white knight thing and his life started all over again.
I have Marcus' back story too. His got bigger than I anticipated though and I hate typing so it's gonna take a while to get up. I really like these guys and I think I'd like to manage some sort of polished up piece to post on AO3. Maybe their first meeting since that's the only piece that's actually story like. Eh, we'll see.
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This is Joe's (from that little piece of original fiction I wrote a couple weeks ago) back story. 513 words of where the hooker with the heart of gold came up from.
Joe, 28, part-time college student, part-time hooker. Looks 21 at a stretch. Skinny, wiry white boy with trendy, tousled hair.
Normal suburban childhood. Only child of only children left him with no family when cancer took his parents one after the other his sophomore year of college. He was only 22.
He took a year off to settle their affairs and get his shit together. It was more of a blow than he'd expected to find himself alone in the world. (His parents had been ill for some time and they all knew the inevitable outcome) Oh, he had friends, good close friends, but not family. It had always been the three of them in a perfect little unit and for that to be gone, well, it messed him up.
That's when he discovered smoking up helped him cope. Made the jagged edges of his grief easier to bear.
Turns 24 the fall he goes back to school. His parents insurance and a work study enough to see him through the next two years to his degree.
One weekend in November his life stops.
He'd been at a party, chatting up this gorgeous guy, Scott was his name. Scott went to get them fresh drinks and a couple of sips into the new drink Joe was feeling no pain.
Mostly he remembers that there were three of them and they took turns fucking him. When he'd tried to bite one of them they'd hit him so hard it broke his jaw. He's actually glad for that because he thinks it freaked them out enough to stop.
He knows he's fucked up from the whole thing. Shit, he smokes up daily just to function. The hospital bills ate the rest of the insurance money and being laid up lost him the work study, so dropping out was inevitable. No college meant no dorm. Couch surfing took him through the recovery from the broken jaw but then it seemed sympathy ran out. Looking back he knows his friends had their own problems and not a one of them was in a position to take on how fucked up he was, but at the time all he could think about was himself and he was a selfish bastard; it lost him a lot of friends.
It sounds strange that a rape victim ends up a hooker, but in his experience so far, it's fairly common. At first he was trading blow jobs for weed or a place to sleep and it just escalated from there. At heart though he just wasn't that self-destructive. It took nearly two years, but he got his shit together again. Decided he sort of liked being a rent boy and the attention it got him, besides, there was always a bowl to be smoked to calm down if he got freaked out.
Got himself back in school- only part-time cause, hey, a boys gotta work to eat ya know- reconnected with old friends and mostly he was happy. Then Marcus did his white knight thing and his life started all over again.
I have Marcus' back story too. His got bigger than I anticipated though and I hate typing so it's gonna take a while to get up. I really like these guys and I think I'd like to manage some sort of polished up piece to post on AO3. Maybe their first meeting since that's the only piece that's actually story like. Eh, we'll see.
This entry was originally posted at http://ranua.dreamwidth.org/176638.html. Please comment there using OpenID.