# Chapter One

#godfather

Author’s Note: This story is told from the point of views of the main characters. Ideologies/Mannerisms/Decisions are a result of their characterisation, and do not reflect my personal beliefs. I am not an adherent of the moral bankruptcy portrayed in this book. Please keep that in mind while you’re reading and be kind.

-VEA-

I was born out of rape.

My mother was a rather normal girl in the days of her youth. If you met her at a random bar, and chatted her up, not much of whatever left her mouth would make an impression. The only thing that would stand out to a person was how she seemed to have the personality of a washboard. The things she talked about were either repeats of whatever another person had just mentioned, or something uninspiring that was about her personal life. When it was your turn to talk, you could see her eyes glazing over, and tell that she was thinking about what she wanted to say instead of actually listening to what you were saying. And when it was her turn to talk, the topic would stray far off, and somehow find its way back to her.

She was boring.

But her utter lack of a personality didn’t really signify in her life, because she was like a empty box wrapped in golden wrappers. She could go to sleep on one night with hair that was unwashed for days and wake up like she had just come out of the hair salon. Her nails were naturally shaped like the press-on nails they sold at the mall, and her face was a combination of glorious features that came together in ultimate harmony. She was entertaining by no means, but the people around her swayed to her desires because their eyes loved what they were seeing.

She never did do well in school, and spent her time dating the boys instead. After some time, she eventually dropped out, and the professor told her that a pretty face would never amount to anything. Fortunately for her, her beauty only grew and she participated in many beauty pageants, and never failed to secure the top spot in any of them. Her fame spread across towns, and even celebrities crossed states to cast their eyes on her face.

There didn’t seem to be a lack of admirers. Every kind of man who loved a woman were enamoured by her, and she was receiving confessions on a regular basis. Famous actors wanted to be with her, and rich men also wanted to call her theirs. Her female friends envied that she commanded the interest of such powerful men, but there were instances where jealousy escaped them.

Along with the powerful men, there were also men who took an interest in her who didn’t appear to realise that she was not attainable to them. Men who were struggling from paycheck to paycheck, for example. Or men who only had flab on their bodies. There was even one man in particular who fell for her, and you did not need to spend five minutes with him before you forced your face not to frown. He was someone who walked funny, and behaved funny. He said stuff that you weren’t supposed to say, and he also said it a little too loudly. He wore his pants a little too high, and the stench of plaque drifted from his mouth to your nostrils. Unaware of himself, he confessed his love to my mother, and when her friend laughed out loud and told him in everybody’s presence that she was way out of his league, my mother only smiled, and never bothered to correct her friend.

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Soon, there came a time where the man my mother had been dreaming of came by. He was a man with an astute expression, and dressed like he had stepped out of a movie set. The townsfolk knew him as a billionaire’s son, and he was done for when he finally set his eyes on the famed beauty of the town. Without barely a month of dating, he proposed to her, but his proposal came with a condition.

She had to give his virginity to him.

The billionaire’s son did not want seconds. He wanted a pure, untouched woman on his bed on their wedding night, and it was not something that he was willing to compromise on. My mother promised that to him, but alas, she had just turned 20 and was in the cusp of youth. She got drunk at a bar one fateful night, with a handsome man who was incredibly funny. He had countless ways to make her laugh, and she ran out with him to the beach, found some rocks by the shore and gave her virginity to him. She thought she would never be discovered.

But they found out.

She lost the engagement, and the billionaire’s son packed up for another town, in search for a bride who was actually pure. My mother was distraught, but she recovered quickly. She told herself that she was still an unparalleled beauty, and there would be another good offer coming soon. She waited, and a year passed, before yet another year passed. She held out hope for another similarly good offer, until she went past her prime, and it hit her that she had lost her worth. So she married the next best thing - a business owner.

My mother assumed that although she would not have a luxurious life, at the very least, she would have a comfortable one. But she was foolish to think that, because even when she was past her prime, she still looked great. And that was a cause for jealousy for her husband. He hated the way his male friends let their eyes rove her body, and whenever she spoke to them, rage would fill him, and he’d think that she was going to leave him for them. When they were alone at home at night, he yanked her hair to him, and sent heavy slaps across her face so that the purple would hide her beauty. Life became hell for my mother, but she resigned to her fate, and chose to stay anyway, until one night.

Her husband brought home a funny man, and when she saw him, she hardly recognised him. But he was the man who behaved weirdly from her past, whom she thought was far out of her league. He was a friend of her hubby, and he reintroduced the two of them. The weird man had a yellowing white shirt on that was too short, and his stomach peeked out underneath, and his pants were loose on his waist. Her husband told her that his friend was already reaching his forties, and still hadn’t had sex yet.

“Will you marry him if he lost his virginity to you?” her husband had asked her.

My mother had rolled her eyes, and tried to leave. But they did not let her leave. Her husband could always overpower her, and that night, he held her down as he let his friend feel what it was like for the first time to be inside a woman. After he was done, he took his turn, before he went for a beer and let his friend pick up where he left off.

And that was the night I was conceived.

Things did not play out well after that. My parents fought constantly, and my father ended up shoving a rifle into his mouth and blowing his brains out. I was shocked when I saw sorrow overtake my mother, and she drank her liver away until she passed away. I was only a child then, and was left alone when none of my relatives wanted to step in to take care of me. I thought I would die soon, until one man showed up to take me under his wing.

My godfather, Ruthlow.