Post by Andrew Jackson™ on Jul 22, 2016 2:57:28 GMT -6
Tales by Abdul Kabeer PT 2: Brothers
I’ve never been sad; the doctors claim it’s because I have a low IQ, but how can my IQ be low when I’m standing up? Huh? Bitch please! Anyways so today is about the relationship I and Raslan have shared for years and just to explain it because to the outside world it’s a simple servant and master relationship, it isn’t, or at least it wasn’t.
I was scouted out to serve a young master. I got my bags ready, well my bag, was like 2 shirts and a pair of jeans trousers; okay it was a backpack. I was leaving my family but I was excited, mama said I was going to have so much fun moving into a bigger house and all but I knew I’d miss her pokemon stew, that rattata always tasted exquisite; of course I had to catch em all before the meals but was part of the fun. Also, I’m sure having to not fend for one less kid and a little bit of payment she would get on my behalf whilst I live in better conditions was an offer to good to pass off.
So I and Raslan met at the age of 13 (we are the same age), I was brought to serve the young master and after a bit of training under other servants around the huge mansion, I learnt a thing or two, became literate, I was home schooled (only had so much time as I had to serve Raslan), not college level but can read and write, little bit of maths here and there, I’m proud to say 2 + 2 you would have to flip one of the twos horizontally but you would get a fish. Raslan was so nice to me, I was more than a servant, we would play together despite his father telling him to quit playing with the help, we were close though I never argued with him and knew were the line was. At 15 he grew a fascination for wrestling and we would ‘brawl’ you know, just play around, he was a really jolly fellow.
Everything changed at age 16, his father was adamant about his status and reprimanded him from acting a fool, he was to act in the mannerism of royalty and forgo his passion for wrestling and that’s when it all changed, we were no longer buddies who would play, fall and help each other up, I was his servant, he was my master. As the years passed he got colder and colder, but when he finally decided to join the EWC I could see some of that fun return to his eyes though he didn’t act it out; just before his first bout he was as happy as a pathetic online wrestling roleplayer wanking over some picture of Mikey James (She ugly but that rack though, I’m I right or do I try to use my left hand this time). The loss in his first fight didn’t ruin him but the accident took that child out of him, he became colder than ever, and I mean as cold as your dick gets if you ever f*** a dead body which died from drowning in the arctic region. But in a way I think it was good for him, I mean ultimately he would quit wrestling and return to his duties as a Sheikh right? He will be safer there wouldn’t he be? I love Raslan like a brother and I understand we may never have the relationship we once had, but I will always be there for him, and he for me even though he may not act it; I only do what I think is best for him, I just hope he knows that.
I’ve never been sad; the doctors claim it’s because I have a low IQ, but how can my IQ be low when I’m standing up? Huh? Bitch please! Anyways so today is about the relationship I and Raslan have shared for years and just to explain it because to the outside world it’s a simple servant and master relationship, it isn’t, or at least it wasn’t.
I was scouted out to serve a young master. I got my bags ready, well my bag, was like 2 shirts and a pair of jeans trousers; okay it was a backpack. I was leaving my family but I was excited, mama said I was going to have so much fun moving into a bigger house and all but I knew I’d miss her pokemon stew, that rattata always tasted exquisite; of course I had to catch em all before the meals but was part of the fun. Also, I’m sure having to not fend for one less kid and a little bit of payment she would get on my behalf whilst I live in better conditions was an offer to good to pass off.
So I and Raslan met at the age of 13 (we are the same age), I was brought to serve the young master and after a bit of training under other servants around the huge mansion, I learnt a thing or two, became literate, I was home schooled (only had so much time as I had to serve Raslan), not college level but can read and write, little bit of maths here and there, I’m proud to say 2 + 2 you would have to flip one of the twos horizontally but you would get a fish. Raslan was so nice to me, I was more than a servant, we would play together despite his father telling him to quit playing with the help, we were close though I never argued with him and knew were the line was. At 15 he grew a fascination for wrestling and we would ‘brawl’ you know, just play around, he was a really jolly fellow.
Everything changed at age 16, his father was adamant about his status and reprimanded him from acting a fool, he was to act in the mannerism of royalty and forgo his passion for wrestling and that’s when it all changed, we were no longer buddies who would play, fall and help each other up, I was his servant, he was my master. As the years passed he got colder and colder, but when he finally decided to join the EWC I could see some of that fun return to his eyes though he didn’t act it out; just before his first bout he was as happy as a pathetic online wrestling roleplayer wanking over some picture of Mikey James (She ugly but that rack though, I’m I right or do I try to use my left hand this time). The loss in his first fight didn’t ruin him but the accident took that child out of him, he became colder than ever, and I mean as cold as your dick gets if you ever f*** a dead body which died from drowning in the arctic region. But in a way I think it was good for him, I mean ultimately he would quit wrestling and return to his duties as a Sheikh right? He will be safer there wouldn’t he be? I love Raslan like a brother and I understand we may never have the relationship we once had, but I will always be there for him, and he for me even though he may not act it; I only do what I think is best for him, I just hope he knows that.
