My Father is just nicer than I thought he was. Well the version of my father is something that reminds of a ghost of a human. A human that had lost that part of himself, why don't care about the last of my Father. " Who cares about the results of the people you had defeated?. You won that is all that matters right father?, that what you've told me since I've began this training.". I soon left my father alone watching his last live on a video tape. Walking done to my room, thinking about my next goal I should am for. While looking at the busted bucket. I can't stop thinking about all those fighters that my Father had destroyed, maybe I can become just like that. The door kicked opened. Father was carrying something that was reflecting a image of me, why is this here all of sudden?. Before he left he shorted my rations of food to two cups of rice and hundred grams of protein. The sound of the metal door closing gave a sense of closure, I don't want my father watching my progress. After a whole year of my training I began to realize that I need more weight, I opened the metal door. Hearing the sexual noises coming from my father's room. I slammed the door open, I was right the was the same women from earlier. Standing at the edge of the bed, seeing the half naked women. " Father I need better equipment for me to grown into a weapon you want me to be. What do I need to do to acquire these equipments?.". I stood up walking past me closing the door very slowly. He voice slipped through the closing door, " your first and only task is to become something your not yet. I know you want to grow stronger, at this point in your life your limited sure to your age. Sadly I cannot make that process faster. What I can do is make you ready when get to that point in your life!". I knew what my Father was telling me to do, I must please those that cannot be pleased by him. While seeing the naked women on the bed waiting for me to take control of their sexual desires. I noticed a calendar behind them, today is my birthday day. I put a great big grin on my face while seeing the women spread their legs open ready for me. " Happy birthday!.". The women began to moan not cause I was doing a great job, hell I'm pretty sure no eleven can do sex great. I didn't care though I have to achieve my goal for right now, I could beat my Father. I don't care how many time I get sexual abused by these whores. As long I get what I want at the end is what I truly desire, after four hours of trying and failing to sexual perform. I father finally entered the room. I can tell by his stance that he was not pleased by my actions. He face was filled with disappointment, while holding a half bottle of mudslide. I knew that I was not getting better equipment. Why would he anyways I didn't perform to his acceptance?, god I hate my self for not doing a good enough job. Walking out fo the room filled with my disappointment. I can't believe I didn't perform well enough I had a goal I mind I failed to achieve it. I slowly opened the metal door making my way towards the reflection, the bottom half of my body was covered in blood. That's weird I don't remember bleeding during that time. I wonder where all this blood came from, I fell onto the cold concrete. Thinking of how I could have done better at sex. Maybe I could watch more film of my Father doing to it taking notes as he does it, well it's too late for that now. I wake up with blood stains around my legs and groin area. Walking towards the bucket halfway filled with sand, I have to keep training before it's too late. After an hour of training my lower half improving my strength. A woman screaming rattled my ears, my Father must be doing a better job than me. I heard the door open seeing the tears falling for the women faces while running away. I was curious about why they were running away, I can't intervene knowing I could lose my food rights. After a few days of receiving any food I was beginning to wonder what had happened that day, I'm starving. I heard a long banging sound coming from the door across the house. I voice I never heard in my life echoed, " open up this is South congaree Police department!. We have a warrant, it will be easy if you open up!.". Why is the police here?, also what is the police. I must hide away from them. I don't want them to intervene with my profession, I had to be better for my father. The front door was kocked off the hinges from what I can hear. Loud boots began to make it's way around the house, I hide began the half broken bucket. Why isn't Father taking care of all of this?!. I heard a young man voice, " oh my God that's why the neighbor couldn't hear him!". The footsteps got closer, I tried holding the door close. I can't let them inside of my room. The room Father had made for me, I lost my footing a slipped. I tried getting back up but my legs are too weak. Four people covered In head to toe in some weird kinda of clothing, began to scan the room for weapons. The one closest to me dropped down to a knee. Taking off his helmet, his face had a patchy beard. " Hey son. My name is officer Conrad, your safe now. That bad man is no longer going to hurt you.". I pushed the Conrad out of the way running towards my father's room, shoving people out of the way. Standing outside the room. Seeing the hanging feet of my Father, my Father had took his life!.
