Slave: Zero Chapter 3: Chapter 3

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“Oh my god. Did you girls see that handsome guy on the first floor?” Eric's eyes glided to the same group of girls from before. They were coming from the entrance of the 8th floor. Their South Sudanese accent, as strong as any native’s. “Yes girl, did you see his eyes. He must be a foreigner. Why did you not get him? Go and look for him before he leaves.” Her friend said, her voice box perfect for public speaking. The entire tables of families and friends turned to look at the group of girls, laughing. Eric father also heard their loud plotting and began to chuckle. The girls walked to their table in embarrassment, each girl portrayed to their friend, their anger in the form of glares and the kissing of teeths. It just so happens that their table, table 9, was right next to Eric’s and his father’s table. As the girls came closer, the girl who informed her friends of her attraction for Eric’s father made eye contact with Eric. She quickly averted her eyes. The entire floor’s atmosphere was engulfed in silent chuckles. The chuckles of the customers rang, almost like a bell. He averted his eyes to his father, only to find a wide grin stretched across his face. As if the timing couldn’t had been any better, the very last ember of the sun set shined on his face. Eric’s father’s face was glowing. His black curly hair sitting on top of his head as if it was some kind of crown, his green eyes, like gems, combined with the last remaining sunlight gave off the illusion that they were glowing. His lips were thin, painted by the colour of pink, just like his mother’s. He had a athletic slim body that of a sprinter, with muscles to enhance his appearance. His father’s physique was the complete contrast to Eric’s physique. He may have had his father’s and mother’s features, but not their charm over other people. Eric often stear at himself in the mirror everyday, when he wakes up to go to school and wouldn’t help think his body was no different from a hippo. He remembers going to the doctor for a physical, and he found out he weighed 124 pounds. That was the day that Eric got hit with the harsh reality that he was fat. All of a sudden Eric’s world began to shatter, he was no longer fast enough for football and his stamina would deplete rapidly. He would start to be neglected by his peers and no longer seemed relevant to the football team. Eventually he quit the team, but deep down, he wanted someone to come up to him, to encourage him not to quit, not to give up, to keep pushing. But no one came up to him, no one, not his coach, not his teammates, and not his friends, who were all in the soccer team by the way. No one had faith in him anymore. They gave up on him, without even trying. That’s when he realised he was easily replaceable. He accepted the fact that maybe he wasn’t as good as he thought he was, and that he was just a nobody, just a average Midfielder that was easily replaceable. In South Sudan, soccer is easily the most dominated sport in the country, that means every single boy in his school wanted to join the soccer team, so of course he was replaceable. Realising this back then he didn’t have any idea how he made the team. As he finally accepted his harsh reality, he began seeing his father in a different way recently. He would often stear at his father’s body, admiring his physical traits. His broad shoulders, his bulky biceps, his veiny forearms his spotless skin, and his towering height. Eric would stand for hours naked, stearing at himself in the mirror thinking, why can’t I be like him, why can’t everywhere I go people stear at me too, why is it always him and not me, what’s the differents between me and him, am I not his son. In frustration he would pull his belly rolls violently, until he just stopped and continue stearing at himself in the mirror until the maids called him for bed. Noticing Eric zoned out, his dad said, “That could never be me,” trying to get Eric to laugh. But Eric was used to these types of situation