Post by chance on Jul 2, 2008 21:43:34 GMT -6
for the triple threat
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I stand outside of my window, a crack of thunder starts a cycle of rain. Dropping on my head, my hat protects my hair. I look off into the distance, My take my jacket off and then my shirt. The cold rain pounds across my flesh. Yes its painful..but I need to be prepared.
Chance: (thinking) This Tuesday I have a match, the one I’ve been waiting for. I don’t get Phantom alone but it just means I have another challenge. Phantom dug his own grave. He called me a white trash wigger. O’ good English eyeliner, hiding behind your makeup. Does your mom do your nails too? Cody..since when go we allow homosexuals to wrestle. I mean Brandon Kill might want Phantom getting a leg log on him..but not me. So what I’m gonna do is just beat this gay stripper up. One punch in the face should do it, it can’t be that hard. I just hope this match doesn’t haunt me for the rest of my life..especially if he gets the choke hold on. Eww I mean just plain nasty.
I look back into my house Kat is standing in my room, I walk back in and sit on the bed.
Kat: Why were you out there? You could have gotten sick.
Chance: So..
Kat: So? That’s all you’re going to say, think about the reality Jek, people actually care about you.
Chance: Like who?
Chance: (thinking) I think back to my dad. Did he care? I mean leaving and not even a “O’ sorry son your mother is a skanky bitch, so I’m heading off good luck with your life”. No, it was like I was some standby in a wrestling match. Just ignore me and beat the other person up, the other person being my mom.
Kat: Danny cares, my mom and dad care; your foster family cares, Jek..I care.
Chance: (thinking) I remember the first time me and Kat met, just two neighbors in a calm suburban neighborhood. Louisiana was rainy and most of our time was spent inside of her house, mind that we were only 4. Her brother Danny and I used to pull pranks on Kat. She would get mad and chase us until night. When I got home the chaos erupted, the fighting started when I was 8, hell I can’ believe that they didn’t do anything about it until 7 years later. I remember one night when I was 9...mom told me to pack my things, so I did. Dad caught her and brought her to the basement. I was still packing when I heard everything from below.
--How I remember the day--
Dad: Bitch get down her and make me happy.
Mom yells and I close my suitcase.
Dad: O’ come on Susan I know ya like my dick, just have another taste.
I run and hide in my closet.
Dad: Wasn’t so bad now huh?
Susan: You bastard Alex is upstairs.
Dad: So, who gives a damn about that boy, I outta be teaching him how to get stuff now.
Dad had a few beers but that doesn’t excuse what he did next.
Susan: Tim at least your father didn’t rape his wife.
Dad: Shut of you hoar!
I hear a whip sound and mom yelps out in pain. I run downstairs to see dad whipping mom with his belt, then he takes his fist and hits her. She is bleeding..
Chance: Mom are you and dad having a Kool-Aid fight?
Dad: Get outta here boy and go back upstairs.
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I look at my hands, could these ever do the same to Kat? She looks up at me and sees that my arm is bleeding. A clean cut..then she looks at my dresser and sees a pocket knife with blood on it. She covers her mouth and runs out.