Post by Dagger Dave on Jul 7, 2011 0:58:26 GMT
“For I do not do the good I want, but the evil I do not want is what I do.” – Romans 7:19
A beautiful verse, is it not? Straight from the bible, but one that seemed to be ignored by the world. It hung on the wall of the apartment where the Itzerba’s lived. Dave sat on the hardwood floor of the living room, banging his rattler mercilessly on it. The noise was loud and obnoxious, so obnoxious it awoke his drunken father. His head was killing him. He had gone to the bar with some friends after an argument with Dave’s mother. He had been sleeping on the couch, but his son had prematurely awakened him.
“Would you stop banging that fucking thing on the floor!?!” Dave was only three, so he didn’t know what his father was saying, but he could tell he was angry. He watched his father fling a pillow over his head, trying to go back to bed. Dave wanted to play with his father. He slowly found his balance and began to walk towards his father. He had leaned over the couch with a big cheesy smile on his face, one that any normal family would fall in love with.
“Papa?” Dave tried to get his father’s attention, but all he got was a hard elbow to the nose as his father tried to roll over. Dave went crashing hard to the floor, crying instantaneously as he was hit. His father shot up and looked at his son, but he felt no remorse for what he had done.
“What the fuck were you doing!?!” He was screaming at his son. What kind of man was he, yelling at a three-year old for an innocent mistake? Couldn’t he show the decency of even checking on Dave? Well, Dave’s screaming caught the attraction of his mother. Who came storming out of the bedroom. Dave’s nose had now been gushing with blood and tears.
“Davey, are you okay?” She quickly picked up the young boy and lifted him over her shoulder, trying to hush him. She looked at Dave’s father with the classic woman death stare.
“So you’re still drunk enough to hit our child, Steven?”
“I tried to roll over and he was in my way! The kid’s been annoying all fucking morning!” Great, another one of their fights. Why do people like this get together? It never ends well, but they always seem to try and make it work.
“So you couldn’t check on him? You yell at him instead? What kind of father are you?”
“You think I wanted to be a father? I had to fucking drop out of college cause of this fucking runt!” Dave’s mother look flabbergasted.
“You didn’t have to help if you didn’t want to…”
“Yeah, because you are capable of handling a kid on your own.” She was shaking. She loved Steven, but she hated him at the same time. And she couldn’t be letting him constantly be getting away with whatever he wanted. He was a dick, a douchebag, an asshole. She let him boss her around and do whatever he wanted. But this time…
“Get the fuck out.” She pointed at the door. Dave got silent, his eyes sparkled with the tears that had yet to fall down his face. His father could only laugh after hearing his mother’s demand.
“Excuse me?” She was dead serious, but he couldn’t take her seriously. How could somebody that didn’t have the guts to ever stand up for herself before be taken seriously now? Well, there was one way. She walked into the kitchen and placed Dave in his seat. He was confused as to what was happening right now. His mother walked back towards Dave’s father, grabbing an empty bottle of cheap wine. She smashed it over the wall and created a sharp object. She wasn’t going to be run over any longer.
“You have five minutes to pack your shit and get the fuck out. I don’t want to see you here anymore.” She began to tear up in anger.
“Come on Kerry, put the bottle down. I’m your husband! Look…I’m sorry for fighting last night and what I just said. Now can you forgive me?” He didn’t mean it. He never meant it, or else he would have tried to changed. Steven tried to place his arms around her waist. She was giving into his temptation, like she had always done before. No, she had to fight it this time. She slashed the bottle across his right arm, creating a gash on his forearm. He yelled, grimacing in pain. Quickly he backed up away from her.
“You fucking bitch! What is wrong with you!?!” He didn’t know what was going on. She had never stood up for herself before and he didn’t know how to react to it.
“I told you to get the fuck out. Get your shit packed and leave.” She was crying now, tears of anger, but tears of sorrow. Steven quickly submitted to her demand and left to pack. Dave was crying again. Violence, something he had seen time and time again from his parents. Physical, mental, emotional, all of it. That seemed to be the only thing the two could do ever since he was born.
A few minutes passed and Steven had a small bag of his belongings jammed into it. A white wife beater had been wrapped around his arm as a cloth to help the bleeding. He looked at Kerry as he walked past, an evil look. He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed the keys to his car and left the house. That was the last time Dave has ever seen his father. He never even remembered what he looked like. His mother dropped the broken bottle and collapsed to her knees, covering his face with her hands. Her loud sobs silenced Dave. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew his mother was sad. Dave slipped out of his chair and walked over to his mother. He wiped his nose and cleaned off a bunch of the blood that still stood on his face. He came over to his mother…and hugged her.
“I love you.” But his mother ignored him. She had driven away what she thought was the love of her life. She shrugged her son off and walked into her bedroom, leaving Dave in the living room by himself. She was pale as a ghost. Why didn’t she hug Dave back? She always hugged Dave back. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was curious, much like any other child his age would be.
Several months passed and Dave’s mother was broke. She couldn’t pay the rent that they needed to keep their home and she knew that they were going to be living on the street. All she had was her car, Dave and the clothes on her back. She had not been happy these past couple of months. She missed Dave’s father and felt like she shouldn’t have kicked him out. He was the one who provided the food, the house, and the necessities they needed to live. Dave was shaking his rattler again, banging it on the floor as his mother packed some things. It was all of her stuff. That was all she was going to be packing. She had made a decision to go back to Steven. She had apologized to him last night over the phone while Dave slept and wanted him back. She had a stipulation though to have him back in her life.
Dave wasn’t allowed to live with them.
Steven had felt ever since Kerry gave birth to Dave, all they did was fight. The fucked up thing was that Kerry agreed with him. She loved Dave, but she was in love with Steven and cared for him more than anything in the world. They could have more kids, right? Maybe start a new family but…Dave had to be a sacrifice in order to obtain that. She had grabbed her keys and looked at Dave. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
“I’ll miss you.” No she wouldn’t. The whore…she was leaving Dave alone to fend for himself. A three-year old child, someone who barely was potty-trained and had a one syllable word vocabulary, for a man that abused her, never showed a care in the world about her feelings or Dave. She was attracted to him and needed him in her life. She enjoyed being run over for whatever reason and she wasn’t going to let Dave stop her.
“Take care. The landlord should find you a nice home.” The door closed. Dave’s mother was now out of his life. He stood up and peeked out the window and waved goodbye to his mother. She didn’t pay any attention to him. She was already trying to forget Dave. Driving off, Kerry was now going back to the man she hated, the man she couldn’t stand, and the man she loved.
Several hours passed before the landlord came in to make sure they were all gone. He scanned the place and quickly saw Dave sitting on the floor.
”Hi.” The man was stunned to see that Kerry had left her son here alone. Some mother she was. He quickly picked Dave up and inspected him.
“Who would abandon someone as adorable as you?” He ate those words, as Dave popped him in the face with his rattler. He started to laugh, thinking that it was funny. The landlord just took a deep breath and kept calm. Dave was only a child, so he didn’t know better. He took Dave out of the house and walked back towards his car.
“Looks like we are going to have to find you a home.” He opened the back door of his car. He didn’t have a booster seat so he buckled Dave up and told him to stay still. Fat chance on that one. He bounced up and down as if he were hyped up on sugar. Shaking his head, the landlord hopped in the driver’s seat and started up his car. Turning around he looked at Dave with a smile.
“We’ll find someone that loves you…”
The sound of an alarm clock went off. Dave shot up, sweat covering his body. The nightmare had once again haunted him, much like it had done every night. He could never shake off these horrible dreams of his childhood and past. Taking deep breaths, he looked at his screaming alarm clock. He pressed “Snooze” and silenced it. It was seven o’clock, the start of his day. Wiping his eyes, he flung the covers off of him and hopped out of bed.
Shower, breakfast, change, and out the door. Dave had to catch his flight for his first show in Fantasy Wrestling Federation. Driving down the road, he couldn’t shake the nightmare he had. He was so young, but he remembers it like it was yesterday. No matter what he didn’t, he couldn’t shake them. Why couldn’t he have a normal family? A normal life? Was it too much to ask for? What did he do to deserve this life? It was all fucked up and he had no one to blame but the people around him. He tried to gain affection, but he was turned into a beast.
A techno beat came from Dave’s cell phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and the stop light and pulled it out. He had a text from Parker Jones, a man he used to work with in a regional organization. “Good luck at the new place. Break a leg.” Dave didn’t need or want luck. “Yup.” That was his answer back. No “Thanks” or anything like that. He was a cynical asshole and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
A horn blared behind Dave. He looked in his mirror to see a man waiting for Dave to move. All he got from Dave was El Pajaro. He kicked his foot on the gas and got away from the man, leaving him to his business. He had to make his flight and wanted to get there as early as possible. A reserved ticket to Detroit, the city of crime. Just the place he wanted to be for his first match. Not.
Pulling into the airport, Dave grabbed his bag from the trunk of his car and walked into the airport. The place had a gentle breeze of air conditioning that made it feel so serene. He walked up the front desk, where he was greeted by a woman that had the stereotypical fake smile when she really didn’t even want to be there.
“How may I help you, sir?” She tilted her head to the side, trying to pretend to look positive as long as she could.
“I have a reservation for a flight to Detroit.”
“What time would that be, sir?”
“The eight o’clock flight.”
“Let me get your ticket right away.” She moved towards a computer and began to type away ever thing she needed.
“Name, please.”
“Dave Damon.” He had changed his last name. He was embarrassed by Itzerba. Nothing more than a bunch of runaway fuckers.
“First class or coach?”
“First class.” She finished typing on the computer, when she noticed something wrong.
“Uh, sir…You don’t seem to have a ticket for this flight.”
“Well then just give me a new ticket so I can get the hell out of here. It can be coach, I don’t care.” He was gradually growing impatient with the women. He ordered the ticket a week in advance and was ready to go.
“Well, we are boarding the flight now, so you would need a ticket already purchased. You will have to wait for the next flight.”
“And when the fuck will that be?”
“That will be the one o’clock flight.” Dave threw his hands in the air. Fucked over again, nothing he wasn’t use to.
“Just book me that ticket so I can sit here and wait, because that’s what I wanted to do.” She obliged to his request and printed him out a ticket. Snatching it from her, Dave went towards the seats and plopped into one of them. He threw his bag on the seat to his left and used the one to his right to make a little bed. If he was going to wait, he was going to sleep.
The sound of a rattle echoed in his head. Dave thought he was having a nightmare again, but it was just a little girl shaking it in his face.
“Stop…now.” He looked at her with dead serious in her face, but she didn’t enjoy his tone. Plus she was always taught to never listen or talk to strangers. So she kept on rattling the damn rattle. That was enough to snap his quick temper, snatching the rattle from the girl and breaking it in half. The girl began screaming, causing her mother to run over to her.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“Your daughter. Maybe you should keep her on a leash so she doesn’t piss people off.” He tossed the broken rattle away and rolled onto his other side.
“It’s people like you that make this world worse than it should be!” She wasn’t going to leave without trying to get the last word in. But Dave made sure he always got the last word in.
“It’s people like you that cause their daughters to become teenage whores. Now go away so I can get some sleep” Ouch. The woman became red in rage, but chose to storm off instead of acting on it, taking her daughter with her. Finally, the peace Dave wanted. He just wanted to sleep, get away from these damn idiots. No one understood him and no one took the time to figure out why he was the way he was. He fell asleep, killing time by entering his nightmares once again. But he was going fond of them, as if these were the dreams that he wanted to have.
“We’ll find someone that loves you…”
Twenty-four years later and still waiting for that person. Thanks for lying, though. Nothing that Dave isn’t use to. Maybe he should have said “The world is a fucked up place and you just are on the wrong side of it.”
God, what he would do to have a normal life.
A beautiful verse, is it not? Straight from the bible, but one that seemed to be ignored by the world. It hung on the wall of the apartment where the Itzerba’s lived. Dave sat on the hardwood floor of the living room, banging his rattler mercilessly on it. The noise was loud and obnoxious, so obnoxious it awoke his drunken father. His head was killing him. He had gone to the bar with some friends after an argument with Dave’s mother. He had been sleeping on the couch, but his son had prematurely awakened him.
“Would you stop banging that fucking thing on the floor!?!” Dave was only three, so he didn’t know what his father was saying, but he could tell he was angry. He watched his father fling a pillow over his head, trying to go back to bed. Dave wanted to play with his father. He slowly found his balance and began to walk towards his father. He had leaned over the couch with a big cheesy smile on his face, one that any normal family would fall in love with.
“Papa?” Dave tried to get his father’s attention, but all he got was a hard elbow to the nose as his father tried to roll over. Dave went crashing hard to the floor, crying instantaneously as he was hit. His father shot up and looked at his son, but he felt no remorse for what he had done.
“What the fuck were you doing!?!” He was screaming at his son. What kind of man was he, yelling at a three-year old for an innocent mistake? Couldn’t he show the decency of even checking on Dave? Well, Dave’s screaming caught the attraction of his mother. Who came storming out of the bedroom. Dave’s nose had now been gushing with blood and tears.
“Davey, are you okay?” She quickly picked up the young boy and lifted him over her shoulder, trying to hush him. She looked at Dave’s father with the classic woman death stare.
“So you’re still drunk enough to hit our child, Steven?”
“I tried to roll over and he was in my way! The kid’s been annoying all fucking morning!” Great, another one of their fights. Why do people like this get together? It never ends well, but they always seem to try and make it work.
“So you couldn’t check on him? You yell at him instead? What kind of father are you?”
“You think I wanted to be a father? I had to fucking drop out of college cause of this fucking runt!” Dave’s mother look flabbergasted.
“You didn’t have to help if you didn’t want to…”
“Yeah, because you are capable of handling a kid on your own.” She was shaking. She loved Steven, but she hated him at the same time. And she couldn’t be letting him constantly be getting away with whatever he wanted. He was a dick, a douchebag, an asshole. She let him boss her around and do whatever he wanted. But this time…
“Get the fuck out.” She pointed at the door. Dave got silent, his eyes sparkled with the tears that had yet to fall down his face. His father could only laugh after hearing his mother’s demand.
“Excuse me?” She was dead serious, but he couldn’t take her seriously. How could somebody that didn’t have the guts to ever stand up for herself before be taken seriously now? Well, there was one way. She walked into the kitchen and placed Dave in his seat. He was confused as to what was happening right now. His mother walked back towards Dave’s father, grabbing an empty bottle of cheap wine. She smashed it over the wall and created a sharp object. She wasn’t going to be run over any longer.
“You have five minutes to pack your shit and get the fuck out. I don’t want to see you here anymore.” She began to tear up in anger.
“Come on Kerry, put the bottle down. I’m your husband! Look…I’m sorry for fighting last night and what I just said. Now can you forgive me?” He didn’t mean it. He never meant it, or else he would have tried to changed. Steven tried to place his arms around her waist. She was giving into his temptation, like she had always done before. No, she had to fight it this time. She slashed the bottle across his right arm, creating a gash on his forearm. He yelled, grimacing in pain. Quickly he backed up away from her.
“You fucking bitch! What is wrong with you!?!” He didn’t know what was going on. She had never stood up for herself before and he didn’t know how to react to it.
“I told you to get the fuck out. Get your shit packed and leave.” She was crying now, tears of anger, but tears of sorrow. Steven quickly submitted to her demand and left to pack. Dave was crying again. Violence, something he had seen time and time again from his parents. Physical, mental, emotional, all of it. That seemed to be the only thing the two could do ever since he was born.
A few minutes passed and Steven had a small bag of his belongings jammed into it. A white wife beater had been wrapped around his arm as a cloth to help the bleeding. He looked at Kerry as he walked past, an evil look. He didn’t say anything. He just grabbed the keys to his car and left the house. That was the last time Dave has ever seen his father. He never even remembered what he looked like. His mother dropped the broken bottle and collapsed to her knees, covering his face with her hands. Her loud sobs silenced Dave. He didn’t know what was going on, but he knew his mother was sad. Dave slipped out of his chair and walked over to his mother. He wiped his nose and cleaned off a bunch of the blood that still stood on his face. He came over to his mother…and hugged her.
“I love you.” But his mother ignored him. She had driven away what she thought was the love of her life. She shrugged her son off and walked into her bedroom, leaving Dave in the living room by himself. She was pale as a ghost. Why didn’t she hug Dave back? She always hugged Dave back. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was curious, much like any other child his age would be.
Several months passed and Dave’s mother was broke. She couldn’t pay the rent that they needed to keep their home and she knew that they were going to be living on the street. All she had was her car, Dave and the clothes on her back. She had not been happy these past couple of months. She missed Dave’s father and felt like she shouldn’t have kicked him out. He was the one who provided the food, the house, and the necessities they needed to live. Dave was shaking his rattler again, banging it on the floor as his mother packed some things. It was all of her stuff. That was all she was going to be packing. She had made a decision to go back to Steven. She had apologized to him last night over the phone while Dave slept and wanted him back. She had a stipulation though to have him back in her life.
Dave wasn’t allowed to live with them.
Steven had felt ever since Kerry gave birth to Dave, all they did was fight. The fucked up thing was that Kerry agreed with him. She loved Dave, but she was in love with Steven and cared for him more than anything in the world. They could have more kids, right? Maybe start a new family but…Dave had to be a sacrifice in order to obtain that. She had grabbed her keys and looked at Dave. She smiled and kissed him on the forehead.
“I’ll miss you.” No she wouldn’t. The whore…she was leaving Dave alone to fend for himself. A three-year old child, someone who barely was potty-trained and had a one syllable word vocabulary, for a man that abused her, never showed a care in the world about her feelings or Dave. She was attracted to him and needed him in her life. She enjoyed being run over for whatever reason and she wasn’t going to let Dave stop her.
“Take care. The landlord should find you a nice home.” The door closed. Dave’s mother was now out of his life. He stood up and peeked out the window and waved goodbye to his mother. She didn’t pay any attention to him. She was already trying to forget Dave. Driving off, Kerry was now going back to the man she hated, the man she couldn’t stand, and the man she loved.
Several hours passed before the landlord came in to make sure they were all gone. He scanned the place and quickly saw Dave sitting on the floor.
”Hi.” The man was stunned to see that Kerry had left her son here alone. Some mother she was. He quickly picked Dave up and inspected him.
“Who would abandon someone as adorable as you?” He ate those words, as Dave popped him in the face with his rattler. He started to laugh, thinking that it was funny. The landlord just took a deep breath and kept calm. Dave was only a child, so he didn’t know better. He took Dave out of the house and walked back towards his car.
“Looks like we are going to have to find you a home.” He opened the back door of his car. He didn’t have a booster seat so he buckled Dave up and told him to stay still. Fat chance on that one. He bounced up and down as if he were hyped up on sugar. Shaking his head, the landlord hopped in the driver’s seat and started up his car. Turning around he looked at Dave with a smile.
“We’ll find someone that loves you…”
The sound of an alarm clock went off. Dave shot up, sweat covering his body. The nightmare had once again haunted him, much like it had done every night. He could never shake off these horrible dreams of his childhood and past. Taking deep breaths, he looked at his screaming alarm clock. He pressed “Snooze” and silenced it. It was seven o’clock, the start of his day. Wiping his eyes, he flung the covers off of him and hopped out of bed.
Shower, breakfast, change, and out the door. Dave had to catch his flight for his first show in Fantasy Wrestling Federation. Driving down the road, he couldn’t shake the nightmare he had. He was so young, but he remembers it like it was yesterday. No matter what he didn’t, he couldn’t shake them. Why couldn’t he have a normal family? A normal life? Was it too much to ask for? What did he do to deserve this life? It was all fucked up and he had no one to blame but the people around him. He tried to gain affection, but he was turned into a beast.
A techno beat came from Dave’s cell phone. He pulled it out of his pocket and the stop light and pulled it out. He had a text from Parker Jones, a man he used to work with in a regional organization. “Good luck at the new place. Break a leg.” Dave didn’t need or want luck. “Yup.” That was his answer back. No “Thanks” or anything like that. He was a cynical asshole and he wasn’t afraid to show it.
A horn blared behind Dave. He looked in his mirror to see a man waiting for Dave to move. All he got from Dave was El Pajaro. He kicked his foot on the gas and got away from the man, leaving him to his business. He had to make his flight and wanted to get there as early as possible. A reserved ticket to Detroit, the city of crime. Just the place he wanted to be for his first match. Not.
Pulling into the airport, Dave grabbed his bag from the trunk of his car and walked into the airport. The place had a gentle breeze of air conditioning that made it feel so serene. He walked up the front desk, where he was greeted by a woman that had the stereotypical fake smile when she really didn’t even want to be there.
“How may I help you, sir?” She tilted her head to the side, trying to pretend to look positive as long as she could.
“I have a reservation for a flight to Detroit.”
“What time would that be, sir?”
“The eight o’clock flight.”
“Let me get your ticket right away.” She moved towards a computer and began to type away ever thing she needed.
“Name, please.”
“Dave Damon.” He had changed his last name. He was embarrassed by Itzerba. Nothing more than a bunch of runaway fuckers.
“First class or coach?”
“First class.” She finished typing on the computer, when she noticed something wrong.
“Uh, sir…You don’t seem to have a ticket for this flight.”
“Well then just give me a new ticket so I can get the hell out of here. It can be coach, I don’t care.” He was gradually growing impatient with the women. He ordered the ticket a week in advance and was ready to go.
“Well, we are boarding the flight now, so you would need a ticket already purchased. You will have to wait for the next flight.”
“And when the fuck will that be?”
“That will be the one o’clock flight.” Dave threw his hands in the air. Fucked over again, nothing he wasn’t use to.
“Just book me that ticket so I can sit here and wait, because that’s what I wanted to do.” She obliged to his request and printed him out a ticket. Snatching it from her, Dave went towards the seats and plopped into one of them. He threw his bag on the seat to his left and used the one to his right to make a little bed. If he was going to wait, he was going to sleep.
The sound of a rattle echoed in his head. Dave thought he was having a nightmare again, but it was just a little girl shaking it in his face.
“Stop…now.” He looked at her with dead serious in her face, but she didn’t enjoy his tone. Plus she was always taught to never listen or talk to strangers. So she kept on rattling the damn rattle. That was enough to snap his quick temper, snatching the rattle from the girl and breaking it in half. The girl began screaming, causing her mother to run over to her.
“What the hell is your problem?”
“Your daughter. Maybe you should keep her on a leash so she doesn’t piss people off.” He tossed the broken rattle away and rolled onto his other side.
“It’s people like you that make this world worse than it should be!” She wasn’t going to leave without trying to get the last word in. But Dave made sure he always got the last word in.
“It’s people like you that cause their daughters to become teenage whores. Now go away so I can get some sleep” Ouch. The woman became red in rage, but chose to storm off instead of acting on it, taking her daughter with her. Finally, the peace Dave wanted. He just wanted to sleep, get away from these damn idiots. No one understood him and no one took the time to figure out why he was the way he was. He fell asleep, killing time by entering his nightmares once again. But he was going fond of them, as if these were the dreams that he wanted to have.
“We’ll find someone that loves you…”
Twenty-four years later and still waiting for that person. Thanks for lying, though. Nothing that Dave isn’t use to. Maybe he should have said “The world is a fucked up place and you just are on the wrong side of it.”
God, what he would do to have a normal life.
