Time to go. (459 hits)
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Submitted by Hourman (View user info) at 2006-04-28 08:22:58 EDT
A fathers' love for his child is unconditional, and unbreakable. A child can do anything, but for some reason the father can never stop loving his child. This, whilst contrary to Scholars of Freud, is a fact that is usually taken as a given in the modern world.
I close the book and look around the quiet library. The dusty tombs hold an insurmountable quantity of raw knowledge ready to be harnessed for the good of the world and all mankind. Maybe I could have been the one to channel this information, to wield its awesome power, but apparently not.
I go to brush my hair out of my eyes, before I realised I shaved it all of in a mad frenzy last night. I can't remember exactly why I was mad, but I know it has to do with...well something stupid I'm sure.
"What do you mean you can't lend me $20?"
"I just can't baby. I'm sorry."
"THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT!"
"Please don't shout at me!"
"Jesus fucking Christ, the one thing I asked you to do was make sure you got some cash out of the A.T.M"
"I'm sorry baby, come here."
"Don't fucking touch me you bitch"
"I love you I never meant to upset you. I love everything about you baby don't shout at me. I love your face, your voice, your eyes your hair-"
"-My hair? MY HAIR? What the fuck has my hair got to do with this. You know what you can have it."
"No baby please don't"
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH ME!"
Now I remember. I never hit a woman before. I loved her so much, but I needed my own space, time is a great healer.
I noticed I was rubbing the palm of my right hand, I could feel her pain. I wish to God I could go back in time and change what I did. I can't though. So, there is absolutely no point in complaining. God knows I had enough self pity and wallowing in my life. Time I got my ass in gear and straightened out. No more drink, just getting the old brain back up to scratch.
I step outside the library and check the street, some black guy is giving shit to a younger women. Man, she looks about nineteen. How the hell does a nineteen year old end up in the game? I never understood that. I pick up my bag and walk over to the black guy.
"Shut your mouth bitch, you isn't gonna be breathin' no more you keep runnin yo mouth like that tramp."
"I'm sorry Curtis, I am, I meant to get the money but he knocked me out."
"I don't give a fuck what the honky wants to do to you bitch, only that I get ma' mother fucking money"
With that he smacked her backhand across the face and time stood still as I replayed the other night in my mind.
"Bitch ain't gonna forget ma money now"
He said that with such a smile on his face that I couldn't help but get angry. I saw my self in his eyes, I saw that vile temper and unnecessary aggression. I hated myself, and I was going to let him know.
I walked up behind him as he spoke to his two friends. The girl looked at me and shook her head. I didn't care anymore.
I kicked the pimp square in the balls from behind; something my football coach taught me to do but probably hadn't intended me to use in this manor. The held nothing back and he fell to the ground faster than shit off a shovel.
"What the fu-" The other baller looked at me in utter disbelief as I kneed him straight in the stomach. He doubled over and I planted my knee directly into his face. I felt his cheekbone shatter. I swung my elbow back over my shoulder connecting with the last of the punks. His blood exploded against the point of my elbow spraying his life force everywhere. He fell to his knees clutching his face and I planted my fist square in the back of the head. With a sickening thud his face hit the concrete. I walked over to the pimp.
"You think you're a big man now?"
"I'm gonna get you, you milky bar Elvis loving walking honky tonk mother fucker."
I laughed a little. So did he. Not for long as a boot went straight through his teeth. I went over to the girl.
"Are you ok?"
"You killed him..."
"Are you ok?"
"You mother fucker! Who the fuck is gonna protect me now huh?"
"What? He hit you."
"That's nothing compared to what some of the punters try to do to me!"
"You can do better than this you ca-"
"You don't fucking get it. Just fuck off"
I stood there. As I turned and walked away I just couldn't believe it. I tried to help her; I tried to change for the better.
I looked at my watch, ten minutes and I could jump on the train and be out of this shit pool forever.
I glanced around looking at all the kids with their parents. Granted most were mums on their own. They still had the love of their parents. My mum was my first love. I loved her more than life itself. You can never stop a child loving its mother.
He staggered in again. I could smell the liquor on him from the sofa.
"Honey why are you late?"
"Because I am. What's it to you?"
"Nothing I just had dinner ready." She smiled. Such a beautiful smile my mother had. It was often greeted with warmth. Not this time.
"Mock me will you?" He hit her with a closed fist.
"Don't hit her!" I screamed running at him. My mother lay crumpled on the floor crying.
"Got some balls have ya kid? We'll sort that out." He grabbed me with one hand and took his belt of with the other. My back stung almost instantly. He whipped my mother and I for a good ten minutes before he got tired.
I love my father, not for who he was but because, well he is my dad. You can't stop loving your dad, I reckon. I guess if history taught me anything, it's that your parents can stop loving you, if they ever start. My mum should have left, should have got us out of there. She didn't. I love her, she loved him, he didn't know what love was. I will never see them again.
Trains here, time to go.
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A different feel on a topic thats been done to death.