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From the beginning ... Manik Mercer
Topic Started: Dec 16 2014, 05:08 AM (103 Views)
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*The sound of weights clinking together echo's a small garage*

"Four,Five..Six....Sev...en...E...igh..t...Ni......ne....T...E.....N."
With a groan Mercer places the bar back on to the rack and positions himself on the floor for press ups.

"One, Two, Three, Four *clap* Five *clap* Six".

Finishing the set off to ten tired and sweating he reaches for his phone. *NEW MESSAGE*
"Hi, son I've heard what happened with the army. I'm here if you need to speak to me. I love you kid", deleting the message Mercer continues to train. He starts with legs then arms and finishing with back and stomach to complete his work out.

"Fuck I'm hungry".

Making his way into the kitchen looking at his phone as it receives another message *SGT.Garrth*

"What the hell does he want he's already fucked up my future."

Reaching into the fridge Mercer pulls out some pre-cooked chicken, spring onion and pineapple, and closes the door. Moving to the cupboard near the cooker Mercer grabs a jar of coconut oil, curry powder and some chili. Mixing all the ingredients together in a pot and leaving on the stove to simmer, he picks up his phone once more and hits a button to call Dad.

*BRRRRRRM, BBRRRRRM, BRRRRRM.*

“Hello; Dad. How are things?”

Taking a deep breath, holding his head, and slumping slightly in posture, Manik waits for his dad’s response.

“Son, son is that you? Oh I’m so glad you called back. I thought I would never hear from you again.”

At the sound of his dad’s voice Manik’s lips begin to tremble, fighting back the tears he responds, “I failed dad, I just coul….”

“You didn’t fail son, you will get it right next time. Have some time out figure out who you are and try again.”

Hanging up the phone before his dad could even say good bye Mercer finds himself crouching holding his head in his hands sobbing silently to himself.

“Failure, that’s all you are a failure.” He whispers………….

THE NEXT MORNING:

*BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP*

With a quick hammer fist the alarm disintegrates, instantly regretting what he had done Mercer jumps out of bed and picks the broken pieces up off the floor. His phone vibrates with another text.

“Son I want you to come back home and live with me, I have an idea that I think you would like.”

Not feeling to thrilled with his dads offer Mercer puts his phone down next to the remnants of his alarm clock. He quickly gets dressed, brushes his teeth and picks up his phone to text his dad. “I’ll be over soon. Love you.” And with that he jumps into his car and makes the journey to his dad’s house.

Pulling up to his childhood home a rush of memories flood Mercers mind, some good and some bad but over all good. The house was quiet big 5 bed rooms, 3 bathrooms, a large living room and a open plan kitchen and dining room. The back garden was more like a woodland area the mass of trees prevented you from seeing all the way through. Slowly walking up to the front door Mercer knocks on the front door, he has a key but today he feels like he has to knock. His dad opens the door fast as if he was anticipating he sons arrival,

“Anthony, here come in. Why didn’t you use your key, this is still your home son.”

After have a little time of catching up Mercers dad lays down the idea he had planned the day before.

“Anthony, You know all my life I have wrestled in different promotions, I have been all over the world. There is one thing that I have never accomplished in my time on this planet. I have never become a world champion, I have laid down my health and my life on the line for the business but I never got the same loyalty back. I never had the look, my body has always been soft, and I’m around 5’9 I’m not the championship material organisations are looking for, but you son you are perfect; you have the height, the build and you have the good looks your mother must have given you. Let me train you; let me mould you into the champion I could never be. What do you say son?”
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CHILDHOOD MEMORIES

The sun is beginning to rise and a small child senses it’s time for him to get up as well, stirring in his bed he finally kicks the covers off. He moves into the bathroom grabs a toothbrush and starts his morning routine that his mother had rehearsed with him daily. Once he has completed he goes back into his bedroom and picks out his clothes for the day; denim jeans, a Stone Cold Steve Austin t-shirt with 3:16 on the back and a skull on the front; he then puts on his socks and shoes and runs downstairs. Putting on the kettle and getting out two cups he drops two tea bags, sugar in one, none in the other. Once the kettle boils he runs to the fridge and picks up the milk, puts the milk next to the cups and reaches over to pick up the kettle; he fills both cups with water and then adds the milk, a little spills on the side.

“Oh damn.” He whispers.

Removing the tea bags and stirring, he runs to the cupboard to get some bread out. He then runs over to the toaster, slotting the bread into the slots, and waits. He butters the bread then calls for his mom and dad.

“MOM, MOM……DAD.”

A thump comes from upstairs and after a few seconds the sound of a toilet echo’s through the halls. The kitchen door opens with a man with long dark hair, a broad chest and a few scars dotted around his face. He looks at the boy with a huge smile.
“Is this for us son?”
The boy smiles back and responds, “Yeah I did it for both of you.”

The man sits at the table and the boy follows behind cup of tea and toast in hand, after he places the cup and plate on the table he runs off again to fetch his mother’s share. The boy positions himself at the table in between where his father is sat and where his mother will be.
“Is mom coming down?” the boy asks with a small smile on his face.
The dad sits there silent taking a sip of his drink with an expression on his face that is hard to decipher.

“So kid what do you want to do today, you want to go down the ring?”

“Not today dad….When is mom coming down?” the child asks again.

The dad places his hand on the child’s head lets out a sigh and then gets back to finishing his tea and toast. The boy then stands up and says, “I’ll go and take it to her.”

“Anthony, Please.”

They both sit in silence for the next 10 minutes, a small tear rolls down Anthony’s face and then he runs off outside.

The man picks up the plates and cups left at the table; he chucks the left over toast in the bin and tips away the remaining tea, a stream of tears roll down his cheek. Clutching the kitchen side to steady himself, as his legs no longer want to hold his weight, he stands there alone in the kitchen crying silently. After a short while he composes himself, he quickly rinses his face with cold water and heads out the door to find his son.

“ANTHONY, ANTHONY COME BACK HERE PLEASE.”

“I DON’T WANT TO.”

Following the sound of his sons voice the man ends up at the bottom of the tree his son’s base is located.
“Please kid, come down we need to talk. We need to sort this.”

The boy eventually listens to his dad and heads down the ladder to meet his dad, both share a moment to look at each other, a black hole feeling fills his dads stomach as he looks at the boy, he then holds out his hand and leads Anthony back to the house. Sitting his son in a chair the man crouches in front of him, “Listen kid, I don’t know how long I can keep doing this with you, It’s been six months now; it’s been hard on everyone. I’m going through hell too, every day is hell, you are my only light, son; you are the reason I get up every morning but I can’t keep getting up and playing this game with you. She’s gone Anthony, she’s not coming back. She loved you so much kid, so much. You look so much like her and that how I know she will always be with us son, she will ALWAYS be with you always.”

Failing to fight back the tears Anthony jumps into his dad’s arms, “I want, her back dad I miss her so much. I keep having dreams she is still here, I thought she still was.”

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