Will be a lot of swearing in this chapter and some mentions of child abuse. Read at your own discretion.
"I want to know more about you, since you really don't talk about a lot of things in your past. I'm starting to get worried that they may drive you to do something stupid, and I don't want that" April said to me, and I let out a small sigh. This is going to be a long night for me, but at least I have my April with me. If she wasn't, then it would be a simple brush off.
"Since you know of my so called 'family' problems, I'll tell you about my school problems" I replied, and she nodded her head. I took a deep breath, and started the story. "Well...
"You got into another fight!?" My father screamed at me, and I just weakly nodded my head. He punched me in the jaw, and started the daily beatings. When I was bullied in elementary school, he didn't give a damn and told me too quit being a damn pussy and fight back. In middle school, I got into a fight and he just started to hit me for doing it. It always ended after five minutes, but this time it continued for fifteen minutes. He gave me a death glare, before muttering something about how I am nothing more than a piece of shit. The teachers notice the bruises, but just say that I shouldn't be fighting other people. Other students notice them, and always laugh at me cause they think it's so damn funny that I'm the only one who has a father who wishes his own son was dead.
My sophomore year in high school was the worst for me though. Teachers bitching at me for every little fucking thing that went wrong in their damn classes. The other students blaming me after something bad happened to them, and then of course the world's greatest parents. Mother only gave a damn about her heroin, and father cared more about his beer than me... well, I guess I shouldn't say that. He cared about me whenever he needed someone to hit or to grab his beer, so he could THEN try saying that I was stealing it and throw me into the counter, not giving a damn whether I got injured or not. No one actually gives a damn about me, so why the fuck should I even bother staying here or going to school? Everyone thought it was fun to be a bully to me in elementary school, and now that I fight back they talk shit about me behind my back, and decided to jump me. Why the fuck should I even bother living? I walked into my room, and for the fourth time in my God damn life, tried to hang myself. Someone stumbled in and pushed me off of the chair. I hit my head on the desk in my room.
"You ain't gonna die until I fucking say you can you little bitch!" My father yelled at me, and I felt the spiked belt hit my back. Next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital, with someone talking with the doctor.
"How bad were the injuries?" The guy asked, and the doctor apparently gave him a sigh.
"They were bad. He has a concussion, and needed stitches on his forehead. His back was riddled with scars, most likely from years of abuse. He needs to get shoulder surgery too fix his rotator cuff. He may have been malnourished as well, as he seemed to be underweight for someone of his height" the doctor replied, and I closed my eyes. Whoever thought I was worth saving is a dumbass. The door opened, and there stood the doctor and a bald man wearing a suit. He gave me a small nod, which I reluctantly returned. The doctor did his thing, and left me alone in the room with the bald guy.
"Hey there bud, my name is Kurt. What's yours?" He asked, and I gave him a sideways glance.
"James" I replied simply, and Kurt took that as a sign that I didn't want to talk to him. We sat in peace and quiet until Kurt let out a small sigh.
"James, I know you don't want to talk to me, but let me help you out. All you need to do is tell me the truth about what happened, and I will be able to help you out."
"You made the wrong decision letting me live. I'm going to end up being nothing, so it was better to let me die."
"James, I have been down that road before, and it's not a pretty sight. I felt that way after I lost my mother, and I was close to committing suicide but my friends helped me through that difficult time. Let me help you get out of the difficult time. Pleas" he begged, and for the first time since I was nine, I actually felt like crying. I didn't tell him everything, but I told him just enough to get my parents arrested on child abuse charges. Little did I know, Kurt was going to start training me as a professional wrestler.
"That's the story of my school problems" I said to April, who just threw her arms around me, catching me by surprise. She started to sob into my shoulder, and I started to rub her back soothingly. After a while, she looked up at me and gave me a small smile. Tears were still running down her tanned cheeks, and I brushed them away with my thumb.
"James, promise me something" she said to me, and I gave her a small nod. "Promise me you'll always be by my side, and you won't ever go down that road again?" She asked me, and I gave her a small kiss on her lips. When I pulled away, I gave her a confident grin.
"I promise that I won't go down that road as long as I have you" I replied, causing her to blush. She decided that she wanted to watch a horror movie, so we chose The Ring. A few minutes into it, April was burying her face in my chest.
"Not such a smart idea" I said to her, and she quickly nodded her head in agreement. We decided to watch a comedic movie instead of The Ring when April's phone started to buzz. She opened it and saw that she had a text message from Paul Levenque(Triple H) that said that we were going to give us the tag match we wanted. April started to jump for joy... however, her jump for joy meant she jumped onto me and gave me a long hug, and we fell onto the couch laughing. We stared into each other's eyes, and I decided to make the first move and planted a long kiss on her lips.
"I take it that was a you're happy kiss?" She asked me, with a grin on her face. When I nodded my head, she giggled. "Well, I'm glad you're happy" she simply stated. Never before had someone ever said that to me, and for the first time in a long time, I can honestly say that I'm happy. Not only do I have the best damn job in the world, but I also have the best girlfriend anyone could hope for.
This is just a little flashback/filler chapter, which was needed. I am giving a shout out to ChainGangSoldier45 for letting me use Andrew from his story The Rated R Apprentice and for giving me advice before I jumped into writing a Wrestling story. He is a great writer. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter of Proving I belong, and don't forget to review. I don't own WWE and all that good shit.
