With her father now out of the picture, Amanda’s boyfriend could move in. She was 14 years old with a home all to herself, a situation that her 39-year-old lover took full advantage of. Living together with the man “old enough to be her grandfather,” according to her parents, wasn’t as bad as they had made it out to be. Oftentimes she would cry internally, for they had never taken out the time to get to know him like she had done. He was caring; he was compassionate; he was a man of integrity. Of course, she was looking at her boyfriend from a child’s point of view. The derelictions her parents - who were far more seasoned in the game of life - had observed included his inappropriate contact with a minor; his abuse of alcohol; and, regardless of the fact that he himself was a grown man, his lack of respect for his elders. And those were the only negative traits that they had picked up on. The secrets of his life could easily make for a very intriguing exposé.
He had turned his back on wife and nine children for a young woman who hadn’t even yet seen her first period. His morals were misaligned. A man of few words, it was quite a task connecting with him on an emotional level, something his wife had managed to do for the past 20 years. She appreciated and loved everything about the man she wed. But, as is often the case, men tend to take a good woman for granted. He didn’t show much concern for his kids (who were between the ages of five and 17) either. He would leave home early and reach home late. The little time that he did share with them was spent disciplining them. He could care less about how their day had gone, how they were doing in school, or what basic necessities they needed on a day-to-day basis. It seemed as though all he wanted to do was beat. For a small, defenseless child, facing an enraged man who stood six feet, five inches tall and weighed a solid 289 pounds armed with any one of his several homemade beating apparatuses or the belt he wore to work was a daunting enough image to make their heart stop. More dreadful was the fact that he didn’t know when to quit his battery. He would strike them repeatedly to the point where they would have to be bedded for weeks following the ordeal. His wife was no exception. As beautiful and caring a woman as she was, still he would bearishly attack her. As ugly and callous a man as he was, he didn’t deserve her nor his kids. His departure from the household was actually the best move for all parties. A young, unsuspecting Amanda would now have to deal with his myriad of issues.
Once he had transferred all of his belongings over to his new home and had settled in, his change in personality came at the drop of a dime, just as Amanda’s late mother had previsioned. Amanda’s immaturity didn’t allow her to bond with the man she thought so highly of just a few weeks earlier. But, of course, this was of no fault of her own. The poor, young loverstruck girl really and truly had no idea who she had gotten herself involved with.
Frederickstein Sillow had been raised in a household with two gay parents. He wouldn’t understand the ramifications of his family makeup until he hit high school. Already much taller than the other students in his grade, overweight, clumsy, and goofy, his schoolmates further pulled down his self-esteem by labeling him gay solely based upon his biological father’s choice in a partner. As many of the senior males walked past him in the corridor, they would droop their wrists, sway their hips in an exaggerated motion, and laugh amongst one another; and he would hear the girls gossip about him behind his back. Full of emotion at that stage in his life, he would go home and disclose the events of the day to his parents in precise detail. Week after week, his description of his schoolmates’ troubling behavior became more licentious. Mindful of a child’s inability to know where to draw the line, the boy’s parents determined that they would have to step in in order to neutralize the matter at hand. Like any good parents would, his fathers went into the school to discuss the grave harassment issue with the principal in an attempt to extinguish their son’s increasing languish; but their plan backfired. Principal Marks promised Frederickstein’s parents that he would be vigilant of their son throughout the school week during the meeting, but as scorned students gathered around the trio, throwing jeers in their direction upon their exit from the office, all the principal could do was helplessly look on from behind his locked office door as the unruly mob voiced an invective protest against faggots. From that day on, Frederickstein never stepped foot in school again, nor did he ever look at his parents in the same way. The traumatic incident encouraged him to make a personal vow to be the toughest man ever born. With his hatred for both of his parents at an immeasurably high level and stress eating away at his brain, about a week after dropping out of school, he left his parents’ home late one night as they were busily engaged in anal intercourse and retreated to the wilderness. Almost immediately he was tempted to return home. For a domesticated teenage boy, living in the wild wasn’t the best fit for him. Coincidentally, he had learned in his health class several days before dropping out of school that humans are, in truth, creatures; so, he trained his mind to think in a feral manner. With endless daily practice, he developed into a superb hunter. His newest diet consisted of rabbit, white-tailed deer, locusts, perch, earthworms, pumpkinseed fish, wild berries, and nuts. Having found a way to master the art of survival, he had gained rather than lost weight living in the wild, moving up to 162 pounds from 144 in the space of three months. His weight gain would come in handy for the fast-approaching winter season, but it wouldn’t be enough to carry him through its entirety. Only an Eisenhower jacket, a bottle of whiskey he had stolen from the pantry before leaving the house, and a tattered wool blanket kept him alive during the beginning of the season. With the fatal possibility of hypothermia insistently racking his brain, instinct told him that it was time to find refuge indoors. His proclivity to live would lead him to make a decision that only the mind of a desperate man could contrive.