Post by Travis Blake (Golden Prodigy) on Nov 4, 2017 22:26:40 GMT -5
:WWH Productions presents: The Golden Prodigy Chronicles: Chapter 3 (Part 1) – Mistaken Identity
:Detroit Michigan:
:20 years ago:
I had awoken minutes later to find myself in the woman’s office. What happened? I asked myself while bringing my hands to rub my eyes. I rubbed away the sleepiness but my attention was quickly grabbed when the door behind me opened. “I should run” I said mumbling it under my lips hoping to not be heard. Little did I know; I had nothing to fear. I could hear the clicks which sounded coming from the person’s shoes. When my head peeked around for a quick glance; it was heels. Nice red heels; that continued to make the same clicking noise with every step. She had finally walked over to her desk, took a seat and stared at me. I now realized and remember who this woman was. It was the same woman who was able to calm me down just enough to get my mind focused.
“Travis……Do you know why you’re here today”? She asked me as she adjusted her glasses and looked through her paperwork.
I honestly didn’t know what or how to say what’s going through my mind. I mean; what’s the logical answer to her question? Any starting point I could take to maybe dodge this. Honestly why bother. I swallowed my fear; rubbed my neck and softly said as words escaped my lips.
“Well to be completely honest; I don’t know. One minute I was being bullied by the other foster kids and now…..Now I find myself in your office. Did I do something wrong? Am I being adopted?” I said to Brenda as a chilling sensation traveled down my spine. What was I thinking? Why did I unleash all those questions at her without a care in the world? Was this the reason why my parents don’t love me anymore? Was this the reason my father considered me a bastard child? His sin that needed to be corrected or even a virus that needed to be deleted. I ask so many questions but get so little answers in return. She looked at me with a sudden glare.
“Honey…..Listen…..You’re not getting adopted anytime soon. Your records just don’t deem you a worthy child to be adopted. Reason why I brought you into my office today is to explain to you the process.” She said this to me as my heart sank. Not worthy to be adopted? My parents don’t love me. The foster facility doesn’t deem me worthy of a new home. I need my parents! I need my mother! I need everyone!
“WHY DOESN’T MOMMY AND DADDY LOVE ME? WHY CAN’T I BE WITH THEM?” I lashed at her as she can feel the anger escaping from my mouth and out into the open. After I had unleashed my anger; she looked at me, walked over and sat down on the front of her desk. She shook her head and looked at me. She still remembered moments ago where I called her mommy. I didn’t know she was going to tell me that very moment. I had gone through so much hell within the past twenty-four hours, what’s more bad news gonna hurt right? She played with her hair. She swirled it around her finger for a brief moment before finally saying. “Travis; please listen. I understand you’ve gone through some scary traumatic experiences but you need to remember. I’m the adult and you’re just a child. You do not under any circumstances; raise your voice to me.”
I looked down. Man was I disgusted in myself. I really did it now. Everyone dislikes me and now Brenda hates me. I must be one huge fuck up so early in my life for everyone to hate me. Thing is; I was wrong. I remember that moment when she said that; I didn’t want to listen. I was such a stubborn boy at that age; why listen to some dumb adult right? I learned the hard way and I learned fast. I quickly kept my mouth shut after she said that statement and she noticed quickly. She brought a hand down; caressed my cheek and smiled. “Don’t be said Travis. You have every right to unleash that anger but thing is; don’t take it out on people who’re trying to help you. I’m here for you. Don’t ever think you’re alone in this world Travis.” She smiled and got down on her knees and held my hands. She rubbed her thumb on my hand as she hummed that song. I smiled and imagined my mother humming that same song.
Without hesitation; I launched myself at her. She was shocked a puzzled by my actions but realized it was my way of coping with the situation. She wrapped her arms around me as she heard me say yet again; “I love you mommy”. She broke the hug and placed both hands on my arms. She shook her head and said. “Travis; I’m not your mother. Please stop calling me that.” I didn’t listen…..My mind was already made up. She had been a bigger mother figure than my real mother ever was. I couldn’t help or change my mind if I tried; it was already made up. I pointed a finger at her and said. “You’re my mommy now”. She quickly lowered my finger and took my hand. She quickly walked out of the office as my hand started hurting. I could feel her tightening her grip as a small ouch escaped my lips.
She finally brought me back to my room and opened it. She rushed me to my bed; lifting me up and placing me down on it. She pointed at me and said; “You’re going to stay in this room until you’ve gotten the whole I’m your mother statement out of your head. She said that and within second; she walked out and shut the door. She thought I was safe but she only made my situation worse.
Later that night; I was awoken with the giggling and loud talking amongst the other children. I lifted my head and looked back to see majority of the kids; circled up in the corner of the room giggling amongst themselves. Did I think this was a big deal at first? No I really didn’t think that. What I thought was happen was; they decided to get up after lights went out and just talk or whatever. One of the kids noticed me look. I quickly placed my head back down; covering it with the bed sheets and closed my eyes. That didn’t shield my hearing as small little footsteps were coming closer and closer to my bed.
“Did he see us? What should we do to him?” They asked amongst themselves before finally ripping off the sheets off me and onto the floor. I quickly looked up to see all the young boys circling my bed. I was scared….Very…..Very……Scared. So scared; one of the kids noticed I pissed myself a little. He pointed it out and yelled. “Ha Ha….Travis made a mess…Travis made a mess.” They all stepped away from my bed and gathered in another circle but they danced in that circle signing; “Travis made a mess, Travis made a mess.” My face was so beat red with embarrassment and shamefulness as it brought tears to my eyes. I stood off from my bed and ran towards one of the kids screaming.
I clutched my hand into a fist and before I knew it; I punched one of the kids square in the face. The kid fell to the floor and he too started crying. Before I knew it; all the other children who I presume where his friends; looked at me with disgust. Before I knew it; I felt a punch on the back of my head. I fell to the ground in pain as all the other kids circled around my fallen body. I looked at them in terror and fear. They all looked down at me before finally kicking my stomach and punching down at me. I tried shielding myself with my hands but what good did that do. With all the noises the kids were making, it didn’t take long for the staff members and Brenda to storm the room. “Get away from him” She yelled at the other staff members grabbed the kids and took them out of the room. With all the kids gone; the room was only filled with Brenda, the doctor and I.
I laid there in a small spot of blood. Blood was pouring out of my mouth, noise and somewhere on my head. I don’t remember but I do have a scare from that moment so I guess that’s that. Brenda had motioned for the room to only have them as the doctor with Brenda; carried me to my bed. The doctor looked over me which felt like hours. Brenda was outside the room; tapping her foot in frustrations and being impatient. She finally looked back as the doctor had left the room. “Please tell me that boy is going to be alright? This is his first day here and we….I mean I can’t have him scared for his life from the other children.”
The doctor looked at her with disgust but said. “I was able to stop the bleeding from his mouth but he does have lost teeth, a broken nose and a mild-concussion. He needs to be on bed rest for a good few months. I would advise keeping those children away from him; you know damn well how damaged that boy is before he even got here. Now he might think he can’t make friends or even trust them after that little stunt. You’re damn lucky I don’t get the police down here and shut this place down.” He yelled at the women before storming out of the facility and before I knew it; Brenda opened the door to see my unconscious and asleep on my bed. My head was wrapped in white soft bandaging as my nose was all bandaged up as well. She walked over to my bedside, brought a chair to it and sat down beside me.
I couldn’t tell what she did after that but what I heard minutes later; shocked me. I could feel and hear the words travel from her to me. “Travis….I’m so sorry for pushing you away…..I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I hope you please forgive me. I know and understand you want a mommy and maybe that’s what you deserve right here and now. Travis just please wake up……wake up……………WAKE UP!” Before I knew it; I had awoken and what seemed months went by. What happened? Did I suffer more injuries than the doctor led Brenda to believe? My head was still pounding as I slowly sat up. I collected myself and slowly stood up. I looked to the side as I saw fresh bandages and clean cloths. I honestly didn’t know what to make of this. I walked towards the door but when I opened it; I heard a familiar voice. I peeked through the crack of the door to see my father getting all touchy/feely with Brenda of all people.
“Stop it…..Your son is in the other room. What would your wife feel if she found out that you purposely got her son sent here to tighten your grip on her?” She said this as I noticed her rubbing a certain part of my father’s pants. “What is that stupid cunt going to do? Leave me? Besides that kid is out of my life for good.” He smirked but before they opened the door; I ran out with both hands clutched into fits. My father turned to me and stared and before he and I knew it; I yelled, “YOU STUPID FUCKING BASTARD”.
