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Chapter 10 & 11

Chapter 10

 (Bo)

    When I was young, my father always told me to explore the things I'm afraid of by keeping an open mind, and not to run away from my struggles but to instead, conquer them head on. 

  I didn't understand what he meant by this, until now. I'm afraid of losing myself not only in the ring, but outside of it. I'm afraid of letting people inside my head because they won't like what they see. I am also afraid of not being able to hide my secrets for long. 

   I've been so good at hiding them lately, that now for some reason, I don't think I want to anymore. I need to tell them to someone. But the question is, Who? Do I tell my best friends, my coach, my best friend's brother, or a complete stranger? I have no clue, but its nothing a nice ride can't fix.

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  Since its raining outside I decided to take my Nissan. I plugged in my IPod and put on some Yelawolf. He is rapping about driving a Lambo, which at the moment is making me want one. Its not like I can't afford it now anyway. 

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  After twenty minutes of driving around and trying to figure out who I want to talk to, I pull up at The Rok Bar where I work at during weekday nights. Well, used to work at. Its time for me to go quit.

 "Oh hey, Bo. What's up?" calls out Mary one of the girls I work with at the bar, as soon as I walk in. She is a short, slim, redhead with olive color skin and a bust to die for. She has on a pair of loose fitting jeans and her black work shirt that is now cut showing off her belly, reads Property of Rok Bar on the front. 

  "Hey, nothing. What's up with you?" I say.

  "Oh, same old." she replies.

  "That's good. Do you know where Zeke's at?" I ask her.

  "Yea, he's in his office." she says.

  "Alright. Thanks." I say and head to the back where Zeke's office is.

  

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    "I don't care where he is, all I know is that he is not here. His shift has already started and I expect him to be here in the next fifteen seconds or he is fired. Got it?" I here Zeke my boss...well old boss...scream to the other end of a receiver. I wonder what's got him up a tree. He is hardly like this; someone must have pissed him off. I don't know if I should quit now or wait it out. Fuck, I'm so screwed. 

  I decided to knock and get it over with anyway. After a reluctant knock on the door, I hear a heavy sigh and the mutter of the word "Enter".

  Zeke is a short sixty year old man with short gray hair. He wears big round glasses and a sweater vest with khaki pants all the time. He can be a dick sometimes, but he was the only one to give me a shot at a job when I needed one. He was like a second father to me when I had no one.

  "Sup, Zeke." I say once I open the door to his office. Well if you call a utility closet and office then you have never seen an office.

  "Hello, darling. Whatcha need?" says Zeke as he goes to sit down at his desk. Which is the only other thing that he has in here other than his filing cabinet.