So I made a poll on my thread and it is not pleasing so I'm simply moving all of my stories here.
I'm going to post like one story a week most likely. But yeah. This is just somewhere I can go to write a scene that's playing through my head, or just write some kind of short story. Some are dreams, some are aspirations, and some I just think about and would like to write it. A little bit about how I write here. Most stories are in first person. Some are written some what like a script. And I do a variety of story's. I'm not sure I've done a horror story though. I'll have to try it out some time. Also one last thing. A lot of the stories I write about boxing are not going to be related. Like right now I have the one about the meth addict, and I'm about to write one called retirement. They're not linked in any way. Unless I say it's a series then t will be linked together.
I was the world champion. I had defeated every great boxing legend. And I had never been defeated. I was the best pound for pound boxer there ever was. My life was amazing. I had an amazing son who was 6 years old. Though his mother left me because of boxing. But I was able to keep my son. He's at every one of my matches cheering me on. And is always excited when I win. My son always made me smile. It was hard to imagine him growing up. And what he would be. Would he be a boxer like his old man? or go into something a little less physical. Maybe not even go into sports. But become a business man. Lot's of Idea's ran through my head, but not once did I think of the possibility he would use drugs. As he grew older, he was now 16 and I was retired, I figured a little weed now and then wouldn't hurt as long as he didn't become a pot head. He was pretty honest with me about what he was doing, and how often.
But suddenly he started being really quiet. And he was out late, and wouldn't talk to me about what he was doing. I tried to get him to tell me what he was doing, but after a while it was apparent. He was on meth. The day I finally figured it out I was too late. He walked out and said he wasn't coming back. When he walked out that door, I, the world champion, cried because of what my son had become. I had turned out to be an amazing person. And in all of my glory, my son became a meth addict. The irony of it. I went to bed thinking about what to do. As I lay there staring at the ceiling wondering if I should call the police, get him a counselor, or talk to him myself, I hear something down in the kitchen. I quietly get out of bed and creep down the stares, cautious of those creaks.
When I got a view of the thief, it was none other than my son. He was turning the entire kitchen upside down, most likely looking for drug money. I flicked the light on and stepped out into the kitchen.
"Son.... I thought you weren't ever coming back..." I said.
"Shut up and give me some money!!! I know you have a ton of it 'world champion' " He said, putting extreme sarcasm on World Champion.
"No, I'm not buying your drugs. You need help son! Look what you've done to yourself!!" I shouted at him.
"Just shut up and give me your money already!!!" He shouted back
"No!!!" I responded. Then without another word said he punched me in the face. My head turned to the side a little then I looked back down at him. "You need help..." Was all I said. Then he tried punching again but I simple moved back a little to avoid it.
"Damnit give me your money old man!" He yelled as he kicked me in the side. He may be a druggie right now, but when he was younger I did teach him how to fight so that he could defend himself.
"Fine, you chose to learn the hard way." I said. Then he went to punch again. This time I moved a little to the side, wound up with my right, and let loose, punching him on the left side of his face. Everything went black for the boy.
Suddenly there was a beeping noise. A nice steady beeping. The whole left side of his face was in pain. He kept his mouth closed because of the pain but tried looking around.
"Doctor he's waking up." Came a females voice. There were a few footsteps followed by the doctors voice.
"Can you hear me? Give me a thumbs up if you can" The doctor said. He held up one of his thumbs. "Good. Well your father told us what happened. And we immediately ran some cat scans to make sure that your brain was not damaged. Which it seems to be fine. But unfortunately the entire left side of your face is broken. From your orbital floor clear down to your jaw. Of course you didn't leave your father undamaged either. Although he's not nearly as bad off as you, just a few fractured knuckles is all." the doctor said "Although you and your father are going to court. There's a dispute about whether this is child abuse or self defense. Your father says it was self defense. He says you punched him, and kicked him, and well. Here you are. But they don't know your side of the story. You woke up just in time if you want to watch it on tv. It's a huge case since your dad was the previous Boxing Heavyweight Champion of the world. Not just heavyweight either. Anyways he was such a big shot it's on television now." The doctor explained. "Do you want me to turn it on? Thumbs up for yes thumbs down for no." he said. The boy gave a weak thumbs up. The doctor simply nodded and turned on the tv.
Everyone in the courtroom was settled, and they had already started. The plaintiff was calling witnesses.
"I call Martha Lesley to the stand as my first witness." the plaintiff said. An elderly woman stood up and walked up to the stand and took the oath. "Martha, you didn't actually 'witness' the scene, but you said you heard something going on in the house next to yours. Being that man's house right there. Tell the court what you heard." the man said.
"Well it was late at night and I it was cold so was turning my heat up. As I stood there turning my heat up I heard some shouting coming from my neighbors house. I couldn't make out much, but I heard Mr. Lamb shout No at someone. I went out and was going to check on him to see if everything was alright, and when I got up to the porch I saw him in the window. He said 'Fine, you chose to learn the hard way.' then punched his own son in the face. I know about his history as a professional boxer, and I knew that he didn't become lazy after he retired. He often helped me around the house moving furniture. Anyways he punched his son and the poor boy fell to the ground immediately. I just knew something was going to be broken so I went home and called an ambulance for him right away." Martha said.
"So Martha. Mr. Lamb said "Fine, you chose to learn the hard way.' Then punched him. With which hand did he punch his son?" the state lawyer said.
"With his right hand." She responded
"And it was the left side of the boys face that was injured." the man said. Then a man in a suit sitting next to me stood up.
"Your honor, if I may, my client has admitted he punched his son. This is not a case of whether he punched his son or not, it's a case to determine whether it was child abuse or self defense." My lawyer said.
"Sustained. Plaintiff, please make a point pertaining to this case soon." the judge said.
"Yes your honor. My point here is this was clearly punishment. 'You chose to learn the hard way' then punching his son. He was punishing the boy in an abusive manner." the states lawyer said.
"Now the defendant may cossexamine the witness." My lawyer stood up and walked up to the old lady.
"So Martha. When looking in the window did you see anything the boy was doing. Maybe attacking his father first?" he questioned.
"No I'm sorry, I didn't. All I saw was Mr. Lamb's back, and a bit of the boy here and there.
(to be continued once more!)