The Provider
A fiction
based on a true story.
“All I
wanted was love. All they wanted was a penis.”
Written by
Mushi
Introduction
It
is true what they say, that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Everything in
this world is made up of perceptions: what individuals perceive to be right or
wrong, good or bad, pleasing or appalling. While one may see a beautiful
specimen, another will only see a plain, grotesque heart. This is the world we
live in. Every individual on this earth has different views on what is
acceptable and what is not, which makes it hard at times to distinguish between
right and wrong. But that is where free will comes in. You must make the choice
for yourself whether or not something or someone is in the wrong, and only
through your own decision will you become a free thinker.
This
story will test your free will. You may be inclined to take the side of the
people who you have always been told are in the right, but if you open your
mind and allow me to wash your brain, you will see quite a different sight.
Instead of the villain you were taught to hate, you will discover a new
feeling, a feeling of sorrow, sympathy, and love. Your heart will break with
each obstacle she encounters. And only in this acceptance of open-mindedness
will you truly experience what the Provider endures.
Chapter 1
A Loveless Child
It
was 7:35 p.m. on a cold January night in the concrete jungle of Toronto. Most
sane people were already indoors, combating the cold with infernos in the
fireplaces or cozied up under thick quilts to stop the chill, but there were a
few that ventured out in the -30 weather. All of these few were out with purpose:
a last minute grocery run, a smoker who waited until the last possible minute
to replenish his supply, a man begrudgingly walking his dog. Indeed,
they all had a reason for being out in the elements: all but one.
She
walked with her head down, hands in her pockets, toque pulled down over her
ears, her saunter a much slower pace than the frenzied people around her. She
had no reason to be out in this weather, no desperate need that forced her out
of the comfort of her warm home. This was all in an effort to clear her head.
She’d encountered so many of the poor souls in the past few months, standing
coldly outside the warm doors, hoping for a tender heart to come and help them
in their hour of need. She helped when she could, but there were so many, she
couldn’t possibly help them all. And why does no one else stand up and help
those poor children? She didn’t understand this, for she always tried to help
the unfortunate she encountered. She aimless kicked at an icicle that had
fallen from the overhang above, thoughts swimming in her mind with no place to
go.
So
engrossed was she in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the young figure up ahead
until he was upon her.
“Excuse me ma’am, can
I ask you for a favor?” she jumped at the sound of the child’s voice.
“Jumping giraffe, you
scared me! Ha ha, I should really pay more attention to where I’m going!”
The boy grinned, “I’m
sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”
She looked down at
him and smiled, “Don’t worry about it, I needed a jolt out of my reverie anyhow.
Tell me lad, how old are you? What’s your name? And what are you doing out here
in this dreadful cold?”
His smiled waned a
little, “My name’s Johnny, I’ll be turning 9 years old next month. My Dad said
that for my birthday they’ll take me for a week-long trip to Disney World. I
sometimes feel like they don’t understand what I really want and like.”
“Oh,” she replied,
“I’m sorry to hear that. I guess parents these days are just too busy to give
their children the attention they need. Tell me child, what is it you would
really like?”
Johnny looked down at
the ground timidly, “Well, what I really want, and the reason I’ve been
standing out here in the cold, is for someone to help out. You see, I saved up
all my money and I have just enough for a mickey of whiskey. But no one will
help me. I don’t know what to do.” A lone tear fell from his cheek, sizzling
upon hitting the cold snow.
The woman’s eyes
welled up with tears. This was the problem she had been thinking of all day.
This poor child only wanted to partake in some innocent enjoyment, and no one
would take the time to help him. Being an Irishman herself, she could feel the
pain he must be going through, forced to go without the Devil’s Nectar. She
sobbed loudly and fell to her knees, taking the child in her arms.
“You don’t have to
worry anymore, Johnny. I’m here now. Let’s go get you that whiskey.” She said
with a shaky voice.
Johnny squealed,
“Really? You really mean it? Oh, thank you ma’am, thank you! I could kiss you
all over, I’m so happy!”
She smiled through
her tears, “It has made my day being able to help you. Please, call me
Marianne.”
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Marianne McKen was
born on April 30, 1992, in the small city of Ponte-Claire, Quebec. For the 9
months after her conception, her parents, Jacques McKen and Diane Robert, had
thought her to be a boy, and were prepared and excited for another son. When
she was born and they realized that she was no son of theirs, they thought it a
late, cruel April Fool’s joke and resented her existence.
She was the 5th
edition to the family, and shunned for many reasons. Jonathan, the eldest son,
was very distant with her, and rarely acknowledged her presence. Marie Suzanne
was next in line, and also was hardly aware of her birth. Then there was Andre,
who was always nice to her, taking the time to talk to her and play with her.
The next was Christian, who from an early age was a very, very bad little boy.
He always found terrible things to do, and got himself in heaps of trouble in
the process. And then there was Michelle, the worst of them all. Michelle would
think of dark and twisted ways to torment Marianne: calling her names like Hairy
Mary and Scary Mary, pointed out her
likeness to Mad Madam Mim (her hair was thick, untamed, and resembled the shape
of a rainbow), teaming up with her friends to mock Marianne and often bring her
to tears. Many a day Marianne was cornered in the cold room and taunted and
teased, until she reached her breaking point and Michelle finally walked away,
laughing at her demise.
It was this teasing
and ridicule that made Marianne turn to meanness and cruelty of her own - so
much so that she never learned how to show her feelings appropriately. In her
pre-pubescent years she had a crush on a boy her age, and in an attempt to show
her affection, ran up to him, punched him squarely in the testicles, screamed,
“Be my boyfriend!” and ran away. She never saw him again. She was comforted
with thinking that the reason he never came around again was because he knew he
wasn’t good enough for her. It was a sad day when they crossed paths later in
life and he screamed bloody murder. Again, she comforted herself by thinking that
he screamed because he thought she was just too beautiful.
As Marianne reached
her early teens, it was evident that Michelle had no intention of stop the
torment. Michelle said cruel and mean things to Marianne on a daily basis,
making her feel like she wasn’t loved. There was a misunderstanding about a
sweater, and Michelle swiftly decided to carve a gaping wound in Marianne’s
forehead. Of course, this happened to be just before they were heading out on
their daily begging adventures, and Marianne was forced to walk down the street
with blood pouring from her head. It is rumored that Michelle’s conscience
kicked in at that point and filled her with guilt, but one can only speculate.
The fact is that the cruelty and teasing didn’t end until several years later,
when Michelle left home at 16.
By this time the
McKen family had grown another four members: Vincent, also known as Chachi
Donafrio; Celeste, an extremely girly specimen; Lizzy, an athletic child who
was regularly used as a punching bag; and Angel, the baby of the family.
Vincent, who as a baby resembled a fairly large tub of lard, had slimmed out and
become quite muscular by the age of 12. Although his voice was still something
akin to the Von Trapp Family Singers, he was swiftly growing into a budding
young man. Celeste was quite the odd ball of the family: she was the only ditsy McKen. Lizzy was a cool chick all around, except for her
disgusting obsession with the newest boy-band. But even though she plastered
her wall with horrific posters of the band, she still had good qualities, like
her willingness to be used as a speedball. And Angel: there’s not much to say,
she was and always will be the baby of the family, spoiled rotten.
Despite the cruelty
and abuse, Marianne, once a fugly duckling, blossomed into a beautiful swan.
Her dark brown hair and piercingly beautiful green eyes clashed ravishingly
with her soft white skin. This shy and damaged girl captured the attention of
many of a young suitor that gazed upon her, fighting with each other to gain
her audience. But even with all the young men lining up at her door, Marianne
still didn’t know how to show her interest. She turned to rude “yo mama” jokes
and foul name calling, which gave them mixed signals and promptly drove them
away. And sadder yet, Marianne never saw what she was doing wrong. In her mind
she was flirting as best she could, but it just wasn’t good enough for them.
She even tried to up the flirtation a little by inflicting violence upon them,
but that only served to further drive a wedge between herself and the suitors.
She soon gave up and put the idea of dating out of her mind.
After Michelle moved
out, life got a little easier for Marianne. She spent much of her days alone,
which got boring quickly, but boredom was still a far better feeling than
having to live in fear every waking moment, and Marianne had no complaints in
that department. She soon grew bored of life at home and, when Christian came
to visit Canada and invited her to go back with him to Mexico for a couple
months, she promptly packed her belongs.
By this time she had
just turned 16 and was a beautiful young woman, and Michelle had apologized for
the cruel behavior of their childhood years. After the apology, Michelle and
Marianne soon became close friends, and Marianne spent almost every weekend at
Michelle’s place, drinking beer and smoking cigarettes.
Two days before
Marianne’s departure to Mexico, she went to visit her older sister for the last
time. They drank excessively and spent lots of time talking. Marianne broke
down and confessed her fear of going to a new country with hardly any familiar
faces to greet her, and Michelle was there to give her a shoulder to cry on.
When it came time for Marianne to return home, Michelle decided to go with her
so that they could spend a few more hours together. That turned out to be a big
mistake, as Marianne, only 16 at the time, and extremely intoxicated, greeted
her parents in the door. They immediately saw that she was on some illegal
substance of some sort and took Marianne in a private room for interrogation.
Michelle heard the attack through the wall and, being quite plastered herself,
burst in the door and began a very heated argument with her parents. Once she
put Marianne to bed and enlisted Christian to keep a watchful eye on her, she
stormed out of the house and didn’t return for several weeks.
Marianne enjoyed her
time in Mexico. She experienced new things and had many adventures there, which
included piercing her navel and tongue, and time flew by quickly. Soon it was
time for her to return home, and she was greeted with welcome arms. She had
many stories to tell, and many crowded around to listen to her tales.
She soon went back to
school, determined to complete her high school education, and found a part time
job as a house cleaner for a nice lady who lived a few minute walk away. She
also went full-throttle into her workout routine and quickly began toning her
body to perfection.
It was then, just
days before her 19th birthday, tragedy stuck: On April 24th,
around 2 a.m. on Easter Sunday morning, her older brother, Andre Philippe
McKen, was struck and killed in a train accident. This was a very sad time for
the family, and everybody took comfort in each other. The days leading up to
the funeral were a blur for them all, and everyone worked together to get the
preparations done. The funeral was on April 29th, and it was a very
sad yet sweet event. Andre had always been a very unselfish, giving, caring
man, and many lives were touched by him. Fire Fighters and Police Officers from
the nearby departments attended the funeral to pay their respects, all of them
with personal stories of how he had touched their lives. It was a very moving
day for them all.
The next day was
Marianne’s 19th birthday, and Michelle had agreed to take Marianne
to the local strip club days in advance. Marianne questioned whether it was a
good idea, but Michelle reassured her that she should celebrate her birthday.
After all, thought Marianne, it was the only 19th birthday she was
gonna have. They went to Charlie T’s and delightfully ogled the women. After
watching many a stripper ride the pole, there was an intermission for the UFC
fight: George Saint Pierre vs. Jake Shields. GSP’s win against Shields was a
very happy moment for both of the sisters, and after the fight they quick
resumed the partying back at Michelle’s home. Unfortunately, Michelle was
dating an insecure douchebag who refused to leave the sisters alone, and accused
Michelle of wanting to date every stripper she had seen. Michelle and
Marianne laughed his stupidity off, and dove back into the hard liquor.
By this time Marianne
had encountered a few young children who were desperately in need of some liquid
refreshments, and it bothered her to the core. But she was still unsure of how
to fix the problem, until she saw it: the sight that would stay with her until
her dying day.
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