Post by Travis Blake (Golden Prodigy) on Oct 20, 2017 22:52:22 GMT -5
:WWH Productions presents: The Golden Prodigy Chronicles: Chapter 1 – The Beginning
:Detroit Michigan:
:20 years ago:
When you look back on how you become the person you’ve become today; sometimes it can bring a smile or ruin your day. I’ve gone and still continue to go through some serious problems that I’ve tried to resolve for almost twenty years now and it’s still hurting me to this day. I remember when it all started like looking at my reflection in the mirror. Reminding myself every morning of the horror and the emotional damage that very day caused me. It all started about like I said twenty years ago in a small little back alley apartment where most nights you could hear weird things from across the road. That very day would haunt me for the rest of my life. It started pouring rain like it started off small but it quickly picked up and started crashing down hard on the roof above. I was in the living room staring at my television while my mother was sitting on her chair across from me. I could remember that sweet, gentle heart she’d always love bestowing upon me. She tried to show me as much love as possible knowing what would eventually happen like every other night before it.
My father before he left us would usually go out, get drunk, and proceed to bang a few chicks before coming home to his “Wife.” My father walked through the door that day and he could barely keep his balance. My mother stood up and walked over to him but he shoved her aside but when he walked by her, she could smell sex all over him. She quickly snapped at him as they went on their usual heated argument. Strangely my mother never told me to head to my room this time; I believe she had forgotten I was there when she went to confront my father.
“Why is it every fucking time you come up, you end up smelling like you just fucked another one of your whores? Am I not enough for you? You come home and I fucking give my all for you to just be treated like this. I wonder why I bother with you.” My mother said to him as I could hear her frustrations from the other room. I stood up and I believe I was holding a toy against my chest peeking behind the wall as I watched my father strike my mother. She slapped her so hard she fell to the floor holding onto her face.
“Don’t you fucking dare talk back to me you waste of trash cunt. I fucking pay the bills; I knocked you up to prevent you from being with other men. Oh, do you remember I took you from nothing with your parents into living a decent life.” My father said down to her in an angry drunk tone as he proceeded to open the fridge and cracked open another beer. My mother stood down in fear as I walked over and tried to give my father a hug but he snapped and shoved me aside as I quickly ran under the table and shed a tear. Man, I could remember how scary he was but how was I supposed to know. I loved him and I didn’t want to lose him but I just wanted my family to stay together.
My father got down to one knee and looked at me and motioned for me to approach him. “Come on Travis, it’s alright. Please forgive me; I didn’t mean to strike you.” I mean again at the time I was only seven years old and didn’t know better as I got out from under the table and just when I stood up, he slapped me again. Man, it fucking hurt when he struck me. “DO NOT TOUCH ME AGAIN! I SHOULD’VE HAD YOUR MOTHER SWALLOW YOUR BITCH ASS INSTEAD OF BUSTING IN HER!”
I didn’t listen as I continued to try and hugging him again but he kept shoving me away. “Do you not understand the word no? What the fuck is wrong with you?” My father said to me as he placed his hand against my face but that didn’t stop me crying as I screamed in a sad tone; “DAD WHY DON’T YOU LOVE ME!” I kept saying over and over again as my mother grabbed me and held me against her as we were against the corner of the kitchen wall. He looked at us still in his drunken state but when he finished his beer he threw it at her but my mother shielded me as it smashed against her head.
“I don’t need you or that bastard child, I’m out of here.” My father lashed out at us as he started gathering his things but I quickly escaped from my mother’s grasp as I tried once again getting my father’s attention. With all the abuse he just inflicted upon me; I continued back to him over and over again without thinking about that one word he said, “No.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you? Get away from me!” He pushed me away again as I quickly grabbed his bags and slammed the door. I just stood there and looked down. I picked up my bear and held it against my chest and looked at my mother.
“Mother, why does dad hate me? WHY DID YOU MAKE DADDY GO AWAY?” I screamed at her before opening the door yelling back at my father as he ignored me. I just stood there frozen in place. My mother approached me from behind and held me against her as the rain continued to crash down upon our apartment. From that very day, my troubles were only beginning. It didn’t take long before another issue approached me and slapped me across the face.”
:One day later.:
Detroit Michigan – Blake’s First Grade Horror:
A day later, my mother really had no choice but to send me to school as he attended to personal matters involving my father. The school day started and I was just in a state of shock and completely ignored all the kids in my class room. One kid though was very persistent, I fucking hate people who act that way. The kid continued to poke me and waving shit in my face and out of nowhere; I snapped. I slapped the kid across the face and tackled him to the ground. The teacher, who noticed what was going on, approached us. Before she separated us, I screamed in the kids face “WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME DAD, WHYYYYYYYYY?”
The teacher quickly pulled me off and held me by my arm. “Stop this right now!” She yelled at us before she placed me on one corner and the kid in the other. I stood there like a statue. Not a single word escaped my lips as the day went on and I awaited my mother to pick me up. This was the first of many of my battle with my abandonment problem.
