Post by ..:Jake Xavier:.. on Apr 7, 2007 22:43:26 GMT -5
“Jake, Jake, what are you doing in here 'boy!?”
I look around, my dad is standing right here blocking my exit, my freedom. My plans of escape has failed. Dammit.
“Jake, you stupid fuck. Trying to run away from your old man? Trying to run like your bitch of a mother did!”
He's getting angry, I'm getting scared. Oh no! He's raises his arm, he's hit me. My stomach feels like it's going to explode, I'm about to die! Am I going to die!
“No Dad, No!”
I scream, hopefully someone heard me, they'll come to my rescue! But no one came! He smacked me across my face with his cigarette smelling hand. I fall to the floor, on my hands and knees.
I scream again. But nothing happened...
“You son of a bitch! Stop screaming! Fuck!”
He kicked, connecting with the side of my ribs, I fell to the floor. Where was my brothers? Why did they leave me...leave me with him? Why did my mother..leave.me? God help me.
“See what happens son, when you try to get your father in trouble? See what happens son, when you don't listen to daddy?”
I was bleeding hard now, internally. The blood is coughing out of my mouth, in big dark red patchs. I am getting dizzy, what's happening? Why won't anyone help me? All I need is help! HELP ME!
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Jake awoke in the middle of the night, breathing hard. The sweat rolling down his head dampened his pillow, which he lay. He leaned up, scared. Frightened. He wiped the sweat off with his hand, and swerved his feet over the side of the bed.
He sat for moments, thinking about what he just dreamed. The times he was weak. The times he hopeless. The times he could not defend himself from anyone. The past.
He was sick of himself, sick of what just happened. He finds himself, that his head is always in the past, yet not the future. Why is that? Did he really need help?
Then it struck him. He had help. He was sitting in the mansion of his new, and only current ally. Jordan “Bulletproof” Glass. He was help. Without Glass, Jake would have been poor, would have had no job. Without Glass, Jake wouldn't be in the XVI, Jake wouldn't of been the first ever XVI NextGen Champion.
He thought about his life for a second. His birth into the poor family, the small memories of his mother, with her curly black hair and her chubby cheeks. He remembers her. Then he remembers the day, when she left. Jake was young at the time, 16 months at the oldest, when her and Jake's father got in an argument over if Jake's Father had too much to drink. It turned out he did, so he hurt the women. Then she left.
Then he was starting to think about things that happened after that, the drinking of his father, and the smoking of his father, which led to the drugs of his father, and the abusive nature of his father. He felt like his mind would explode as he sat on the silk covered bed.
But, before he could remember the past any longer, he snapped. I will only look into the future he thought. The future is more important....
After that thought of Jake, he lied back into the comfortable bed, and attempted to sleep. An hour past, and Jake was still awake. Hours passed, and it was soon the sunrise, and Jake fell into a little sleep. But as he did, the first thing he saw, was not the past, but was the future.
OOC: I know, It's not my best. Needed to get SOMETHING up.
