F*ck Me Pumps

I have nothing.

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Beau wouldn't know love if it was standing right in front of her , and if it were a snake it would have bitten her. You can't blame someone for not seeing when someone loved them?

Right?

Especially when that person has never experienced love first hand.

Right?

You couldn't blame said person, who didn't know what love really was?

Right?

Beau was an orphan, a foundling, a stray, a burden on society. A child that no on would care was wiped off of the face of earth, but because it was considered inhumanely wrong, she was placed in something equally horrible, foster care.

Granted, she wasn't place on the front steps of a foster home, in the pouring rain. Nor was she found in a woven basket as a baby, in the pouring rain either. But she had experienced something equally horrible, Beau didn't know her birth parents, and if she did, she couldn't remember them. If she were to pass them in Wal-Mart, she wouldn't know it.

Beau entered foster care as a newborn, straight from her unknown mother's uterus. The only thing her mother gave her was her name, that and life. She was adopted into a Tampa Christian family. And when Beau meant Christian family, she meant bible thumpers. The ones that held on to every word the bible said and used it graciously.

Her adoptive family consisted of just an infertile mother and father.

Her father, James Earl Wilson, was a preacher for the church she was forced to attend seating front row every Sunday, and sometimes on Wednesdays. Beau knew it was just so he could keep his eye on her as he delivered the sermon, that she felt was especially for her.

Her mother was no different. Just think of Mommie Dearest, just less batty. Sallie May Wilson was a great mother, she was just strict, and she made sure Beau sat next to her on Sundays, and sometimes on Wednesdays. Sallie prided her self on the image of her family. She wanted to keep the whole Christian family image going, in hopes that people wouldn't talk about her infertile-ness. Particularly, the sisters from the church.

Now, Beau wasn't against Christians, she just disliked the ones, that thought if you weren't living the way they wanted you to live, that you were on the highway to hell. Beau believed in free will, that you were entitled to do what you wanted, hence her present-day lifestyle. She believed, feared, and worshipped God, she just felt she was Christian enough to be considered a Christian.

And that didn't bother her one bit.

So Beau grew up to believe that every little thing her parents said was the law. Every little thing.

Dancing was wrong.

Any music that wasn't Christian was wrong.

Expressing your self was wrong.

Being different was wrong.

And last but not least.

Boys were definitely wrong.

So imagine what happened when she met David in eighth grade?

Beau was confused, here was this boy that was so nice and sweet. Nothing like her parents lectured her on how boys should be. She found herself liking him more and more with each passing day, as she secretly hung out with him in and out of school.

Then one day, David asked her to be his girlfriend. Beau still remember being on cloud 9 that day, that is until she went home.

"Mama, I learned something today."