PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (76 page)

“Thanks, but I don’t think your clothes are going to fit me.”

“They won’t, but you can have these outfits I brought for Tyree earlier today. Their nice and they should fit.”

“You’re still with that fool. You shouldn’t trust him, he’s an opportunist.”

I just smiled and handed him the clothes. As bad as I wanted to know his business I wasn’t ready to open up about mine. When he came out wearing a black Atlanta Falcons t-shirt, Tyree’s favorite football team, and some fresh jeans he looked like a completely different man than the dirty homeless guy I saw just a couple hours ago. He was shaking more now than before so I figured I better let him do his thing. I asked him what he wanted to eat but he said, “Surprise me.”

I was in the mood for some pasta so while he was getting high I looked away and ordered us both some chicken Alfredo, two Caesar salads, and a bottle of their most expensive wine. I turned around and for a split second I was terrified because the way his eyes were rolled up in the back of his head, and the way he was lying in the chair I thought he was dead. Once I realized he was still breathing I calmed down and left him alone while I figured out what I was going to do with him. Almost an hour later, which was ridiculous, our food finally arrived. I was scared the bellboy was going to see Domingo so I had him roll the cart of food in just enough for me to hand him a 20 dollar bill and sent him on his way. After I put everything on the small round table I woke Domingo up to eat.

“Wake up, our dinner is here and you need to eat something.”

He got up and smiled at me so hard that I knew he was convinced now that I genuinely cared about his wellbeing. Out of all the people in the World I bet he never thought I would be the one to come to his rescue, hell I was shocked myself. I’m not one to have a save a hoe syndrome. I’m usually the one to sit back and observe, but I guess I’m a sucker for fine men, seeing I saved Tyree’s ass when he was about to be homeless. This time I wasn’t as sure what to do though, I was just trying to get through the night and go from there.

During dinner I found out everything about Domingo’s life that he would share. His parents died in a tragic car accident back in Texas, his hometown. Since he was sixteen at the time he had to go live with an uncle until he was 18, that’s when he moved to L.A. with five thousand dollars in hopes to becoming famous. He claimed no one would take him serious as an actor because he was “too pretty”, but I’ve filmed scenes with him and watched some of his movies and he can’t act to save his life. He’s always had a nice body so he started dancing and stripping at night to make ends meet until a porn scout spotted him one night and talked a hole in his head. He mentioned how the scout boosted his ego and told him how rich he’d be and that’s all it took. Porn and partying was his life up until he found out he was HIV positive, since then his life had gone downhill.

 First he started drinking more to numb the pain which was understandable. Then, he met his ex who introduced him to all kinds of drugs. He was so depressed that he wasn’t STD free and that he got fired so that was his escape. Drugs were the only thing he had to look forward to everyday. As soon as he ran out of money his ex-boyfriend left him and that’s how he ended up being homeless and begging for money. He told me depending on how much he made he would walk and get the drugs if his dealer didn’t bring them to him, and that food was his second priority so that’s how he lost his muscles.

We talked and I told him a little bit about what’s been going on with me, but not too much because I knew he had nothing so I tried to down play my success. I did get him to promise me he’d go to rehab, so I promised him if he completed it successfully I’d help him get back on his feet when he got out. We felt like watching a movie so I ordered
Kick Ass
, we were laughing and hanging out like friends but I noticed toward the end of the movie he was antsy. He couldn’t stay still and was shaking again, so when he got up to do his thing I grabbed my wallet, keys, and headed back to the mall. I brought some hair clippers, tooth paste, two tooth brushes, mouthwash, deodorant, a couple more outfits, some new tennis shoes, and a gym bag all for Domingo.

Tyree didn’t know how much money he had so he wouldn’t miss it. Once I was back in the truck I cut Tyree’s check card up in little pieces and called the bank pretending to be Tyree and reported it stolen. Back at the hotel Domingo was passed out so I put all of his stuff together and then went downstairs to look up local rehab centers on the courtesy computers. I found a few different ones in the L.A. area that were free clinics but I figured since it was free he wouldn’t get the best treatment plus he could only stay there for thirty days. I found one called 2
^nd
Chances that had a sixty day program, and had nice facilities with plenty of daily activities to keep you busy. I called and arranged to bring Domingo in the next evening with the hopes that he wouldn’t change his mind. I walked back upstairs an hour later and he was up and had poured us both a glass of wine. He smiled as soon as we made eye contact.

“Thanks for all stuff you brought me. Will you have a drink with me?”

“Of course.”

I put my stuff down on the dresser and walked over to him and grabbed my glass.

“Here’s to new beginnings,” he said excitingly.

“And second chances,” I added.

He smiled and nodded before we touched glasses.

I was exhausted so after I finished my drink I brushed my teeth and he followed me and did the same. As I was about to walk out he grabbed my arm and said “Hey.” I turned around to him staring me down like he was undressing me with his eyes. I didn’t know what to say and didn’t want to be rude so I turned around to leave so I wouldn’t give him the wrong impression. It was too late. He grabbed me again and kissed me. At first I was shocked and just stood there and allowed him to continue doing it, but when I felt his tongue enter my mouth I softly pushed him away.

“Hold up, Domingo, I can’t do that.”

“You have to let me repay you.” He reached for my jeans and started to unbutton them but I stepped back.

“You don’t owe me anything. I didn’t do it for pay back. I just wanted to help, but if you want to pay me back you’ll go to this rehab facility I found online tomorrow. It looks nice and all of the reviews left on the website were good reviews. That’s how you can repay me.”

He looked embarrassed and apologized but agreed to go to rehab. Finally we laid down for bed and as I laid there and thought what I was going to tell Tyree about his stolen card, Domingo thought about us.

“Can I ask you a question? I want you to be one hundred with me though if you answer it.”

“Sure, go ahead and ask me.”

“Did you turn me down because I’m positive?”

Where did that come from? I didn’t expect that question at all.

“No, I turned you down because I’m already in a relationship and when I’m dating someone I don’t cheat.”

I lied, but it wasn’t because he was positive. I turned him down because I didn’t know what else he had. All I could picture was him sharing needles and sleeping with a bunch of random people on the streets for money. Rather it was true or not those were the images in my head.

“Oh, okay I can respect that.”

I don’t know if I felt bad for lying or if I just felt sorry for him but I turned over on my side so I could hold him all night and prayed everything worked out for him.

The next morning I woke up first and took a shower, and then I got dressed. He looked too comfortable so I let him rest while I ordered us a big breakfast. I knew he had a long battle ahead and I wondered if he was strong enough to win and beat his addictions.

After breakfast we were sipping on some coffee and making small talk. I asked him if he was ready to start his new life.

“I think so; I mean living on the streets is no joke. I never thought that’s where my life was heading. I pictured myself living in a mansion living the life of luxury, not begging for people’s loose change and sleeping on whatever hard ass bench I could find.

“Well, don’t worry we are going to change that starting today.”

“So what kind of job will you have lined up for me when I get out of rehab?”

“Let me worry about that, but trust me I’ll have something good for you.”

I had no idea what or how I would find him a job but I wanted him to focus on starting over. Since we had some time before we had to check out I convinced him to let me cut his hair. I couldn’t allow him to go into rehab looking set up and I didn’t have enough time to take him somewhere to get it done professionally.

“Of course I know how to cut hair.”

I lied again. I only cut my own hair a few times and seeing that I was going to cut it all off so he’d have a low fade I didn’t think it would be too difficult. After I was finished he kept staring at himself in the mirror. I don’t know if he was looking to see if I fucked up, or if he was trying to adjust to his new look.

“Wow, this is the first time since I was a kid that I had my hair cut this short. Ever since I was a teenager I’ve only rocked cornrows.”

“Well, you look damn good and clean. You look a lot younger too, no bullshit.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right I do. I’ll have to get used to this, but I’m feeling it. Thanks man.”

“You’re welcome. Here take the clippers with you, maybe you’ll have a fan in there who’ll want to keep you looking fresh.”

“Shit, I’ll find someone up in that bitch to hook me up. Thanks again.”

I just smiled and got all of my stuff together while he took a quick shower. After we were ready to go I printed out the directions to the rehab center. During the ride there I thought he needed another fix so I pulled over in a shopping center and parked so he could get his last high before checking himself in.

“Why are we stopping?”

“I saw that you were shaking again. Are you getting sick? Don’t you need to handle your business?”

He laughed out loud before he replied.

“No, I’m shaking because I’m scared and nervous. I don’t know what to expect, and I’m scared I’ll fail. Plus, I’m scared I’ll let you down, but most importantly let myself down.”

“OH!”

I felt stupid and embarrassed for assuming I knew the symptoms already, especially when he never did say what drugs he was hooked on.

“Besides I only got a little bit left and I hid it in my clothes for emergency purposes only, if they don’t find it.”

I smiled as I shook my head and continued to drive. When we finally arrived, he seemed excited because he was smiling and cheering himself on.

“Okay, I can do this. It’s only thirty days, and I’ll get a bed and food every day. It’ll be a walk in the park.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was sixty days, he’d find out in due time. We were greeted with smiles and handshakes. We were informed that eight specialists worked there and at least three of them were there at all times. Domingo filled out some paperwork while I handed the nice white lady my credit card. Once it was finally time for us to say our goodbyes I didn’t want to leave him. I was actually worried about him. The doctor could see it written all over my face.

“Don’t worry; he’s in good hands now.”

I gave him a hug and whispered, “Be strong, I know you can do this.”

He squeezed tighter and said, “See you soon.”

I got out of there and was proud of myself as I finally headed home. All I had to do now was figure out the lies I was going to tell Tyree about his missing check card.

Chapter 33