Song selection:
Maroon 5| Closure
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|Andrew|
Yet another Christmas celebrating alone, and here I thought my father would stick around this time.
I had to stop expecting shit from that sperm donor; after all the crap he pulled I'd think I should have already engraved that in my brain.
Ordering takeaway from an online Spanish store —Uno fámilia— I went for their Christmas special: stuffed turkey, some Spanish yellow rice with mixed veges, a few salads and some desert.
Turning on the TV in the lounge/kitchen I settled on watching some sport show; a short masked male was in a ring struggling against his opponent who had pinned him down in a headlock. Using the little bit of strength he had, he maneuvered his way; lifting his body with his limbs he jabbed his elbow to the muscular, tanned guy's stomach. With a grunt he loosed his hold on his neck and fell to the ground clutching his stomach.
The cheers of the people around the arena was exhilarating. I could feel the adrenaline rush I'm my veins as if I was present watching the match live.
A spear attack sent the short, masked wrestler on the mat clutching at his torso, before he could stand a series of blows and punches landed all over his body releasing grunts and painful outcries.
The muscular-tanned wrestler delivered another ring shaking spear, he set his body atop the other wrestler lifting his foot in the process. The referee rushed to the scene tapping his hand three times on the mat signaling his win.
"Well that's fucked." I grunted from my spot on the couch lifting up the empty takeaway box and discarding it into the trash.
Heading to the fridge, I examined the contents I had— setting my eyes on two bottles of alcohol I reached for both bottles and decided to drink to my hearts content even though I hadn't drank for a long while.
Sitting my ass back down on the couch, a loud thunderous knock disturbed the celebratory chants echoing from the television set.
What now!
Several knocks rippled through the apartment door again setting my patience to grow thin.
"Hold your fucking horses, I'm coming!" Walking towards the door, I unlocked the latch and ripped open the door glaring at whoever decided to disturb my peace.
Of course! It had to be him.
"I don't have the energy for your shit today. What do you want old man?" Disregarding my angered state he walked past me and settled on the single couch.
"Make yourself at home why don't ya." I sarcastically commented whilst closing the door.
"We need to talk." He gravely stated, shifting uncomfortably on the couch until he found a spot he could tolerate.
"Don't you always need to talk? Honestly, I'm tired of you coming in and going out of my life. Why don't you just make up your mind and stick with it— be a father for Christ's sake! You pushed mom away..." the though of mom being out there with her new family played in my mind. Furiously shaking my head to rid the thoughts, I glared at the man I'd grown to hate, needs to talk my ass. He's been talking, promising good fortune and shit, but being the bastard he was—is— he'd go back to that unruly life that forced mom to leave and never for a second think twice on her decision. I'm done listening, "...if it wasn't for you mom would still be here. We'd still be a family, but fuck that right? Family don't mean shit to you!" I was done with this man. I hated, scratch that; I loathed his fucking presence.
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