Post by Justine on Sept 3, 2017 4:24:24 GMT
It was the same old series of events. When my father actually had the time for me, we always had the same small talk.
“How is school?”
“Fine.”
That was until I started my wrestling career in May. I was still studying, but instead I would make a few trips down to Delaware within a month. No one in my family knew what I was doing other than my 16 year old brother Cole. Cole was too busy in his own world since he was too immersed in his social media brand to even care what I was doing.
My step-mother would always work up the courage to ask about my life but I never really bothered to give her back much. That was until she inquired why I was taking so many trips down to Delaware.
I lied.
“I have a boyfriend who lives in Delaware. I like to spend time with him. He’s not rich enough to come to New York.”
She tried to fight over my independence since I was only 18 at the time. But I was making my own money with my side modelling job that my dad pulled some strings for me to get. I even worked at a Starbucks casually to get that extra money. Not like I was a freeloader.
Today, on the morning of my big ladder match I was met dead in the eye of my father. He had travelled all the way to Georgetown, Delaware. He had come to the training centre of the SCCW arena.
“Since when have you been wrestling?”
I stood there in silence.
“I see your face in a promotional for this event which was forwarded to me via email.”
Still nothing. I couldn’t respond because this was the first time ever he bothered to show up for something I was doing.
“Murphy Quinn…” He muttered. Defeated by my silence.
“Dad…” I finally said carefully. “Watch me become a champion.”
I left it at that, without looking back at my father.