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CHAPTER EIGHT: Welcome To The Jungle, Part 2

It was now the day of my departure. Over the last two days, it seemed like things became even more strained between Dad and I then before. Right before I left, Dad and I got into a huge fight. Now sure you're thinking that it was a little tiff, but this was the blowout of all big blowouts amongst fathers and daughters or parents and kids.

Flashback……..4 hours ago

All day long, neither Dad nor I uttered a single phrase in the other's direction. But that changed when Dad decided to once again try and force me into doing what best suits him. What's worse is he decided to start the argument with me in front of Paul, Kevin, and Scott over dinner.

"Look, I know that the whole reason we got into the fight in the first place was because you, mistook my parental guidance as self-control, but I'm sorry you just cannot go and move out."

My mouth dropped open in I guess anger, shock maybe, "Are you for real?"

"I thought we had this conversation already. I'm nineteen years old now; you can't tell me what to do anymore."

"Who told you that malarkey? I'm your father, granting me right to tell you what to do and I will continue to do so, as long as you continue to make the wrong decisions regarding your life."

I wiped at the unshed tears in my eyes. "I give up. You win Dad, because I'm through."

"You've demonstrated time and time again, that nothing I do or amount to will ever fully please you. I don't understand how though, especially since I'm a high school and college graduate. I've done everything I've set out to do, except for becoming a wrestler."

"You don't get it do you. You have a degree in business and media journalism. Do something with that, instead of becoming a wrestler. Learn to rely on your mind and not on your body."

"Are you trying to tell me something Has Been King? That's what HBK stands for right."

I watched my father become really angry. "Yeah, stop wearing clothes that make you come off as a two dollar hoe. Your mother would be so proud."

I stood up and tried to attack him from across the dinner table, but once again Paul was there to hold me back. That does not mean it prevented me from getting my message across.

"Don't bring my mother into this discussion and she would be proud of me, because she always told me that the sky is the limit and to always reach for the stars. Well guess what I am and if you want to talk about dressing like a two dollar hoe, well than fine because I learned from the best of them"

"You better take it back, now."

I pulled a page out of the "Self Proclaimed Legend Killer's" play book and spit in his face and to add salt to the wound I said the one thing that I swore I'd never say to my father.

"I wish that it was you dead right now and not the other way around, because at least I know she'd support me no matter what, unlike you."

"You don't mean that, do you?"

A sinister laugh came rushing from my voice box. "Of course I do, or I wouldn't have said it then."

"Are you really that much of a heartless bitch, that you'd say that to me?"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm only ruthless and heartless, as you put it, when it comes to you, Daddy."

"Goodbye guys. I'll call you when I get to Sanford."

Then turning my head back towards my father, I spoke.

"I hope you realize you brought this all upon yourself. I would've been perfectly happy just ignoring you, but you had to try and get in that last word, like you always do. But this time, instead of us going back and forth, I took initiative and ended it, once and for all. I sincerely do hope you rot in hell….oh and have a rotten life while you're at it".

And with one last glance at all of their faces, I strode over to the door, wrenched it open, and left the secure life I had behind me once and for all.

End Flashback……

I think a small part of me, knows that we both took it too far, but I refuse to take any of what I said back. Even if it means that my father's pained expression will forever be etched into my memory for all of eternity?

Walking off of the flight, I grabbed my luggage and walked to the airport parking lot, where I had my 2002 Mercedes-Benz G500 flown down three days earlier. It was a nice sized black car that I had picked out as an early graduation present to myself, though you wouldn't be able to tell that it wasn't brand new because I took such good care of it. I guess I would say that it's my pride and joy to drive.

Anyway, I loaded up the car and drove off out of Raleigh towards my new home away from home, in Sanford. I made good time, considering this was my first time driving out here and arrived at Ames house in about an hour, due to my forgetting to turn on Western Blvd and missing my exit.

But I got there nonetheless and I had forgotten how nice the houses out here were. Getting out of the car, I walked up to the door and was greeted by Ames and Adam.

"Chick how was the flight?" Not waiting for an answer, Adam grabbed my bags, while Ames ushered me inside the house.

"Sit down." She pushed me down onto the couch, "Coffee, juice, milk, soda?"

"Whoa, whoa slow down. Isn't it a bit early for you two to be awake?"

Adam plopped down onto the sofa next to me. "Well yeah I guess. It's just that we couldn't sleep any longer because we knew you'd be arriving sometime this morning"

"Yeah and we just wanted to be up to welcome you home when you did arrive at the house, which is what we just did," Ames added, passing me a can of soda. "I know that you have a strange thing of drinking © Pepsi in the morning."

"Thanks Ames. So what's on today's agenda?"

Amy took a seat across from me and began to recite what they were going to be doing today.

"So which do you want to do today?"

I blinked not knowing what my list of options today was. "Okay sure, uh I'll go with option number two."

Adam smiled. "Great, then we leave to go to the gym at 11 AM."

Well at least I chose something that I knew I'd like. "Uh, has my stuff arrived down here yet?"

"Yeah, I had the movers arrange everything into your room the way you told me to. Adam, will show you the way."

Adam did this goofy conductor pose and had us walk in a conga line until we reached my bedroom.

"We've come to the end of the line, my fair maiden. Here's your room, EJ."

I pushed the door since it was to some extent ajar and walked on in. The room's color scheme was red, black, and white, because those are the three main colors that I liked best. All of my clothes and shoes and sneakers were already placed and hung up in my closet and my phone and computer were set up on a red and white desk near my window.

"So is it to your liking?" I turned around and looked at Adam. "Yeah, they did a beautiful job on the room. I like the paint job with the ovals on the walls the best though."

I had expected Adam to leave, but he took a seat in my computer chair. "So how are things between you and your father? They get any better?"

I ran my hands through Ad's hair. "We had a family dinner yesterday before I left."

"So things are better then?"

I sighed, "I'm going to go get changed and do some jogging. Want to come with?"

"Sure, it'll be of good use to us, serve as a cardiovascular warm up. I'm going to go see if Ames wants to come, too."

I waved him away and went to prepare for this morning's jogging exercise.

¡Hola cada uno!

Espere que usted tuviera todo un gran Thanksgiving para los de usted
que lo celebran. Sé lo hice, y debo decir que mi empanada hecha en
casa de la patata dulce vino fuera de grande. Así como el resto de la
comida. De todas formas, espero todo el del yo gozado este último
capítulo. Le pido ésos todavía que lee el que usted lleve con mí
here..as que estoy luchando para continuar con mi classes..seeing
mientras que están viniendo los finales para arriba. Tan si no me
pongo al día regularmente es porque I que intenta ganar mis
créditos.

LC

As you can see I'm staying up with my spanish classes. Ironic though that I'm of hispanic origin from my mother's side, yet I'm the only one in the family who never bothered to pay attention to my mother's native language. Oh well, I guess that's the hindsight for me. Later people!