Volume Seven

It's weird me thinking that type of training would be available for me. Some kids were wondering what kind of adventure they would go on, the first day of conditioning my knees. It went very poorly. After two hours of conditioning them I felt non-stop pain down my legs. I wanted too give up after my first attempt, that would only piss me off. I've finally heard that voice of approval that I've so longed for. That gives me the drive to keep pushing myself until the very end, even though I don't actually know how to fight properly. I can at least strengthen my body until that day comes. On the third day of strengthening my knees, farther came into my living quarters. This is very odd of him why is he here?!, what have I done to possibly get his attention?!. He didn't say anything when he entered the area, nor did I want him to say anything to me. He must have stayed in the same spot for five hours until he finally decided to leave. I can't wonder why he left without saying a word, that will do nothing but in my way of training. Training is all I know for right now that is the only thing I need to know, having a healthy relationship is pointless in these early stages in my life. So why should I care what happens to my farther. My fault I called him the wrong name I mean Master, my master wants me to become the strongest in the bloodline. I will dethrone him. I don't have a choice in the matter, honestly I'm really enjoying this process. Seeing my growth is tremendous. As soon he left I noticed three plates full of rice, chicken, broccoli, carrots. Next the the three plates of food is a giant glass for water to was it down. It must have been ten hours since I've consumed any type of food into my body system. With each day I feel as if I'm not getting stronger. I know that this is false though, after each twist of my body. I could feel it get stronger than it did the day before. I do have one big problem with my progress, what if I just don't want to fight. Would all off his training would be for nothing just a water of time, no it won't be that for me. Day after day the training my Father gave I would increase the difficulty of it. That is the only way I would become someone he would love, I just want to hear that voice again. And again,again,again. That voice is hope for my pain, my struggle. It must have been two years since my Father had checked up on me. I'm not ready for him to see my progress, I'm still a fragile boy. My Father has to realize that I'm not going to be the animal he wants me to be. Why can't he realize that?!, his son just wanted him to accept his as his own. He would never come to that realization. It would mean that he had failed as a parent, he might not be the parent of the year. Hell no parent is the best at being the parent. I still remember when he gave me the birds and bees talk, I still think I was too young. Maybe my father had forgot about the sex tape he had shown me years ago. Every first Sunday of each month he had shown me that, he has stopped that after our last encounter. I had just got done with my first training session. The cracking and popping sounds that my hips use to make are gone,he has grabbed the make shift equipment I had made. Dragging me out for the room, the hardwood floor sliding against the back of my head. I saw a glimpse of the kitchen I thought it was just a figment of my imagination. Cause that room is the last time I mother was with us, she used to make the bet chicken and rice. I knew that she was gone after my first meal, it was the same food. The taste was different. My mothers love was no longer in the food, I never knew how my mom and father were together. Maybe they were meant for each other her I don't know though. Seeing rooms past me by those doors I don't remember as a younger child. This means these are parts of the house I have yet experienced yet, is my Father not pleased with my progress. He stopped dragging me, dropped me onto the floor. Well at least my father embraced the idea of Father and son bonding. He crouched down to my level, face to face. I'm still scared for my life. Why can't I get rid is this fear?!, " this is my room!. Where me and your room would stay in!. I'm very pleased with your progress, but I've realized that with all your training. You have no way of releasing all of that built up stress. So your old man has cane up with a great idea!". His breathe was filled with an very awful smell. The door open my Father walked in first. I soon followed after him, while my Father was towards the bed. I was too mesmerized but eh awards that my Father had won, it just have been over an hundred of them. I want to ask so many questions. I know that I don't have enough time for those questions. We stop before I could ask any kind of question, I was staring at the bed where my Father had made his sex tape with my mom. I know this bed far too much. While gazing upon the bed where I had watch my mother become deflowered, four women came out for the shadows. All of them were naked. smoking a cigarette asked my Father. " This is him!?".