Post by Trent Brown on Aug 4, 2016 1:10:36 GMT -5
Since my sudden wealth everyone wants to be my friend. Funny how money makes people forget they hate you . That your a street rat. That your old man was mob boss and your mother was a rich women born to wealth and the lucky sperm club but gave you up. I may not be the smartest . Far from it but I do know you need a lawyer for matters like this so that's what I did . What I wanted more then anything was to meet my birth mother. So after may failed calls from the lawyer to her lawyer and family and DNA tests I at last got the chance to to meet my birth mother. Sadly it was too late. She was in the hospital on her death bed. They said it was Breast cancer. So I and my lawyer find our self's in a waiting room of this fancy hospital meeting her now husband and what are my brother and sister. My lawyer makes the introductions first.
Trent's Lawyer:Mr Green? I'm the lawyer for Mr Trent Brown who is standing next to me. I'm Robert Rodriguez.
The lawyers shake hands before he introduces my stepfather and half siblings.
Mr Green:Trent this is Natasha's husband Rick , her daughter Elizabeth and son Mike.
I'm surprised with how warm these people are as both men shake my hand and the women hugs me. Though tears the daughter explains to me my birth mother never stopped thinking about me.
Elizabeth:We've been waiting a long time to meet you Trent. Mom never stopped thinking about you. In fact Mom had our lawyer along with investigators look for you. When they did find you and knew what you went though mom knew it would be hard for you to find out about the truth. She wanted to wait for the right time to tell you. She watched you every week on NAW. She would tell everyone , us our staff that your were her son. As her cancer got worse she had this feeling she wouldn't be able to meet you. She wanted to meet you face to face so much. Her cancer spread so fast. She wrote this letter for you. Mr Green was going to call you sooner and tell you everything but we saw how you found out and how you almost got shot.
At this point she hands me a fancy gold envelope . I walk out into the hall, open the envelope to find matching paper to the envelope. Her handwriting is the most prefect handwriting I've ever seen. In gold color ink I read the words she wrote.
My dearest Son, I'm sorry you had to have the life you had because I was too foolish to see you would have been better off with me. I was so afraid of your father I didn't want him to find you and take you and have you raised in that kind of lifestyle. I'm sorry I was also too foolish to wait this long to contact you . By the time you read this letter I'll either be dead or dying. I have stage five breast cancer. It has spread to my lugs , liver and brain. I have only a few months to live. I want you to know I'm very proud of you. You've overcome so much in your life. I've watched you on wrestling and I've been so proud to see how far you've come in your career. I know the death of the women who raised you as her son. I'm so sorry you had to see such a awful thing at such a young age. I know my death won't be easy on you either. If I'm lucky I will get to meet your mother in heaven soon and thank her for raising you and caring for you when I could not. In closing I want tell you I'm leaving you a third of my trust as I will for my other son and daughter. At lest I can have some peace in knowing you'll have what is rightfully yours. I love you my dear son and know I along with your other mother am watching over you and am so very proud of you.
Love your mother,
Natasha Bosworth -Wellington
I walk back into the room, Thank my would be sister for the note when the Dr and a priest walk into the room. They tell the family she doesn't have long. They invite me to go with them. I walk into the room and see my birth mother for the first and last time. Though you can tell she's very sick she's beautiful. Seeing her hooked up to monitors and wired like a Christmas tree is almost too much for me to deal with. I man up and walk to her bedside, keen down and hold her hand.
Trent:Mom Its me Trent. I read your letter. I understand and I'm not angry . Only thing I feel is sad. Sad I didn't get the chance to meet you and get to know you. I know you did what you thought was best and was trying to protect me. I hope you can hear me. I want you to know I'm here and forgive you so you can go in peace. I love you
I walk out of the room, Tell my new family I'm going to leave so they can have their time with her. They seem to understand. I get a pat on the shoulder from my new brother and new stepfather as I walk out the door. As I walk out of the hospital , and I get into my car I just break down. Yes these crazy Bastard who is cold hatred and cruel is crying like a baby. Its brought back all the feelings I bottled up when I found my mother dead in a pool of her own blood. As I drive off I start thinking about my match at hall of fame. I'm going to win this match. Not for me but for the people who cared for me. ,My mother who raised me, My birth mother , My uncle and my aunt. Danny and Beast don't stand a chance . With my new found will and desire to make these people proud not even the devil himself can stop me.
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