Ever since the streak ended, life just hasn't been the same. My dad started drinking. A lot. Every day when he came home from work he'd have a case of beer. It got to him, and he started hitting my mom. I started bringing my little brother out of the house when he got home because the beating was so inevitable. We feared for our lives. One day, it really got bad, and he hit me too. I told the kids at school the next I got hit in the eye with a baseball so nobody would know the real truth. It was awful. It got progressively worse throughout the week. The next monday, my dad was watching WWE monday night raw and drinking vodka, while me and Billy were fast asleep. Not for long. At about 10:30, mom came upstairs and woke us up. "Now's our chance" she said. She wanted to leave. Me and Billy both knew that. "WWE ends at 11. We have to get out fast." We packed just a few possessions and headed out the door. Dad didn't see us. He was drunk half out of his mind yelling something about how "john cena is a faggot". We got in the car and took off. I looked at what I had brought with me. A pen, some green skittles, and a John Cena action figure so me and Billy could play WWE forever. Billy looked over at what I had. "John cena is a faggot" he said. My mom stopped the car with a screeching halt, turning around and looking him dead in the eyes, staring through his young soul. "Don't you EVER speak your father's words again. John Cena is the only ray of hope we have left in this broken world." Billy looked down, and mom broke down crying. She looked up at Billy, tears running down her face. "I'm sorry Billy...I'm still just upset...about the streak." Billy got serious, looking right at her. "The streak was conquered. By BROCK LESNAR." My mom screamed and threw him out of the car. "THE STREAK MEANT SOMETHING BILLY. GO AND FUCK YOURSELF." She took off, leaving my 7 year old brother in the street. "It's just you and me now" she said as we sped down the street. We ended up in Chicago, mom got a fresh start as a bank teller, and I enrolled in a local high school. But the memory still haunts us.The dark cloud still looms over the little family we have left. The memory of the Undertaker taking Germans from Brock Lesnar at Wrestlemania. 1, 2, 3, the streak is over...and so much more.
