Post by Jack Tillman on Jul 1, 2017 14:56:26 GMT -5
Chapter Six
01 July 2008
Omaha, Nebraska
Age 12
-Father has me in an arm bar. He has it in tight. I can feel my muscles almost getting to the breaking point of it starting to rip from the bone. Father can feel it as well, probably the reason why he hasn't pull back. Doesn't want to see his son get injured to the point of something ripping or popping out of place. The medical bills wouldn't be fun either for him. So he gets to that point of breakage, and then stops and holds.
-He's waiting to make his next move. Probably wants to see if I can get out of the arm bar. I try, but he's got 200 pounds on me and decades of training. I try though, hoping that my scrawny body can slip through his hands. But his hands are rough. Years of callus on top of callus has made his hands rough so he's able to grasp on tight and not let go.
-The pain is starting to become unbearable now….and father knows it as he grabs my fingers now. First time he's done this to me, but Borris The Butcher Tillman has done this on numerous competitors before. He's known for it. He's made a name out of himself for this. Borris grabs two of his opponents fingers and then snaps them apart from one another. He sound of the pop can echo throughout the arena if the fans keep quit.
-I look into my fathers eyes and beg him with the fear and terror in my face for him not to do it. I've been in enough pain for the day. I don't need my fingers to be broken. I don't want to walk around school the next day explaining to the teacher why I have a cast on my hand. I don't want to lie to the principal that I fell down some stairs and that's the reason why I have a shiner on my left eye.
-Looking into my fathers eyes though, I see he wants to do it. I see the anger and the blood lust that's taken over. For the first time in a long while….I'm actually scared of my father.
-And just as I express this emotion of being afraid……fathers sees it and snaps out of his trance. It's like he forgot where he was at or he had like an out of body experience……but he snaps out of it and let's go of the arm bar.
-Without looking me in the eyes. Without saying a word. Without a hint of remorse. Father just gets up and leaves the ring. Leaving me to wonder what do I do next?
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-I guess I'll do some squats.
01 July 2008
Omaha, Nebraska
Age 12
-Father has me in an arm bar. He has it in tight. I can feel my muscles almost getting to the breaking point of it starting to rip from the bone. Father can feel it as well, probably the reason why he hasn't pull back. Doesn't want to see his son get injured to the point of something ripping or popping out of place. The medical bills wouldn't be fun either for him. So he gets to that point of breakage, and then stops and holds.
-He's waiting to make his next move. Probably wants to see if I can get out of the arm bar. I try, but he's got 200 pounds on me and decades of training. I try though, hoping that my scrawny body can slip through his hands. But his hands are rough. Years of callus on top of callus has made his hands rough so he's able to grasp on tight and not let go.
-The pain is starting to become unbearable now….and father knows it as he grabs my fingers now. First time he's done this to me, but Borris The Butcher Tillman has done this on numerous competitors before. He's known for it. He's made a name out of himself for this. Borris grabs two of his opponents fingers and then snaps them apart from one another. He sound of the pop can echo throughout the arena if the fans keep quit.
-I look into my fathers eyes and beg him with the fear and terror in my face for him not to do it. I've been in enough pain for the day. I don't need my fingers to be broken. I don't want to walk around school the next day explaining to the teacher why I have a cast on my hand. I don't want to lie to the principal that I fell down some stairs and that's the reason why I have a shiner on my left eye.
-Looking into my fathers eyes though, I see he wants to do it. I see the anger and the blood lust that's taken over. For the first time in a long while….I'm actually scared of my father.
-And just as I express this emotion of being afraid……fathers sees it and snaps out of his trance. It's like he forgot where he was at or he had like an out of body experience……but he snaps out of it and let's go of the arm bar.
-Without looking me in the eyes. Without saying a word. Without a hint of remorse. Father just gets up and leaves the ring. Leaving me to wonder what do I do next?
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
-I guess I'll do some squats.
