Prologue

Mok, the retired rock star knew he was dreaming and it was not a pleasant one. The dream was featuring memories of his childhood, the ones he wished to lock away forever.

The first memory was of a young Mok taking a bath and being looked after by his father, Bull. Suddenly, Bull pushed Mok and held him under the water. The young Mok was struggling to get his head above water and his lungs were burning.

Then, someone pulled him out and he began to choke. "Mok!" a female voice cried out, it was his mother, Cherine.

Cherine wrapped him in a towel and held him tight to her chest. She said something in French to Bull, but he cries out, "Your idiot son slipped and almost drowned!"

Mok saw an angry frown on his mother's face, she knew her husband was lying. "Don't give me that look, I know what I saw!" Bull shouted and Cherine took her son out of the bathroom.

The memory began to change and it featured the young Mok with Cherine, she was teaching him to sing.

"What is this?" an irritated voice said in the doorway of Mok's bedroom. It was Bull, he had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and he was drunk.

"Are you trying to annoy me with that so called singing?" Bull asked, again. Cherine and Mok said nothing and Bull adds, "You know why I named you Mok? Because you're a mockery to me."

Bull wobbled out of the room and Cherine hugs her son. She says in French, "Don't pay any attention to him. He does not know how special you are. I know that one day you are going to do something big. Then, your father will be eating those words."

"But why does he hate me?" Mok asked in French.

"It's the alcohol, it does awful things to you," Cherine answered and they resumed their singing lessons.

The memory changed to the day where Mok received his scar. The young Mok was minding his schoolwork, when Bull wobbled into the room with a vodka bottle in hand. Mok saw him and a look of fear was shown on his face.

"You doing work?" Bull asked and the young Mok gave a nod.

"School is bullshit nowadays, waste of money," Bull said and a took a drink. "Why I didn't bother going to school most of the time, but my parents forced me. After high school I got the hell out of town and began to work my ass off to make ends meet. The world is full of shit-brains, just like my boss."

Mok realized that Bull was walking closer to him, but he stayed put. "You want to know why I'm home early?" Bull asked. Mok really didn't want to know, but his father says, "I got fired! For being drunk on the job! I'm not drunk! Am I?" Bull shouted at the young boy.

Mok did not say anything, but suddenly, Bull slammed the bottle against the wall and it shattered.

"Not talking?" Bull asked and held up the shard, "Well why don't I make you?"

Suddenly, Bull slashed across Mok's body and a wave of pain hit him. The boy looked down to see crimson red bloom on his shirt from his stomach to his shoulder. The young Mok gripped at his bleeding cut and collapsed to the floor.

The memory faded into a new one, this time it featured Mok as a young man. He was returning home from a long night of playing music, singing, and performing magic at a night club.

Mok was saving money so he and his mother could leave Bull for good. Right now, Mok only had enough to support himself and he hoped the next gig would pay more money.

Before he entered his apartment complex, Mok heard screams and shouts coming from inside. He quickly went inside and to his horror, he saw Bull beating Cherine in the gut.

"You're leaving me, aren't you?! You and that stupid boy! You think the world resolves around you! You stupid bitch!" Bull yelled and slaps Cherine.

At that moment, something in Mok snapped. Without thinking, he charged at Bull and threw him to the floor. Bull looked up in surprise, "You! You have the guts to stand up to me! I would not be surprised to know that you're not my son!" he shouted and clamps his hands around Mok's throat.

Bull slammed him against the counter, tightening his grip. Mok looked around and right there was a knife. He took it in his hand and thrust it into Bull's chest.

Bull stopped throttling Mok and blood spewed out of his mouth. Bull let go of Mok's throat and fell to the floor, dead.

"Mok! Mok!" someone was shouting outside of his dream. Angel gently shook her husband's shoulders, but he would not wake up.

Having no choice, Angel took her glass of water she kept on the side table and dumped it on Mok. With that, he woke up with a gasp and saw that he was wet.

"Sorry," Angel said, "You were crying out in your sleep. I tried to wake you, but you wouldn't."

"No, I should be sorry," Mok replied, "My mind was replaying my memories, the ones of my father."

"That must be worse than a nightmare," Angel said and loops her arms around him.

Mok laid his head down on the pillow and Angel looks at him with concern. "Are you okay now? Is it something you to talk about?" she asked and Mok looks at her.

He had been thinking about of the memories and of his mother. It had been over twenty years since he last her at that apartment of horrors. After he stabbed his father, Cherine ordered her son to take all of his savings and whatever he can carry and leave and never come back.

Mok didn't want to leave, but Cherine insisted that he had to go. He knew she was protecting him from a fate not meant for him.

"Angel," he said and she looks at him, "I have a huge favor to ask you."

"Sure, anything," Angel replied.

"It's my mother, Cherine, I want you to find out what happened to her after I left her twenty years ago," Mok said to her.

Angel knew that her husband had been thinking of finding his mother for a very long time. She really wanted to help him and she nods her head. "When I go to work in the morning, I will see what I can dig up," Angel answered and Mok kisses her.

"Thank you," he said, then he kissed her and they settled down to sleep, again.

From the author: I had this story at the top of my head for a long time. When I first watched 'Rock n Rule', I saw Mok as someone who experienced a lot of tragedy in his life, being abused by his father was one of them.

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