Job 14:14 If a man die, shall he live again? all the days of my appointed time will I wait, till my change come.
On death's door but kept away from Heaven, the Essence "rescues" 17 children for them to hold half of their soul, the other have now hol...
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I couldn't sleep. The noise from next door could be heard through my thin walls. My papa is the reason for the noise, his "work". He slept fine at night, on the mattress of blood money from the fights. Cheers, groans, barks, and cries fill the house when he works; yet no one can hear it. The one rule he has for me, never get involved, he doesn't care if it will be an influence on me, he just doesn't want me to get in the way, or god forgive, mess something up. I do as he says, mainly because I despise all that he does and stands for, but I couldn't just stay aside as it happened, not any longer, enough was enough, I got up from my couch, grabbed my sweatshirt, and made my way out the door. Cars were lined down our road, all starting out the giant garage in the lot next door. People were still filing in, wallets probably stuffed with money to spend on beer and the dogs. Without anyone noticing me, I slid my way through the front door. Orangish-yellow light filled the large room and the heat from everyone hit me like a punch. Through the splashes of beer and the brawls of men almost start, I continued to look for my papa to get him to stop, but the aching sound of the losing dogs filled my ears and broke my heart. I could not own animals, even if I tried to raise any pet, Papa would would put it in the ring or just let it die. Even though they weren't mine, I still felt the need to help and protect them. I pushed my way through the crowds till I finally came to the fence. The pit was a large hole my papa dug in the ground where the dogs would fight, surrounded by a chain fence. My stomach fell as soon as I saw saw what was going on inside the cage and I stumbled back at the sight of the losing dog. It was hurt too badly and bleeding from several places scattered over his body but still managed to fight.
"Javier!" My Papa's voice roared from across the cage at me.
I tensed up as a few of the men closest to me went silent and looked down at me and my papa pushed his way toward me. I looked down at my feet, avoiding eye contact with him.
"Hello, Papa...." I mumbled barely loud enough to be heard over the crowd.
"What are you doing here?" He ordered, his dark eyes filling with anger."
"I-I need this to stop, Papa, this isn't right." I stammered, but straightened my stance to look him dead in the eyes when I found my courage.
"Like hell you'd be able to stop all of this. I'm the only family you've got, you wouldn't call the cops on me." He said coldly, gesturing to the ring around us.
A roar of cheers rang out as he puts his arms down and I manage to pull myself to the railing to see what was going on; the larger black doberman like dog had the mutt's neck in its mouth, digging its teeth into the flesh. I couldn't just stand by and let this happen, its blood can't be on my hands, not any more. I jumped the railing and fell ungracefully in the dust.
