In the mind of a Monster

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(Andrew's P.O.V. + Flashbacks)

It was the beginning of the school year. My reputation in high school was one not to be played with. I had every girl in high school wanting me. Being the quarterback in high school had its perks. I could get away with whatever I wanted at school. Whether it was homework assignments or things I've done that teachers just couldn't believe. So, they let it slide. I had the whole school eating out of the palm of my hand. Even the principal believed I was a good kid. But, I was a good actor. After all, my father was an amazing actor and a great businessman. However, what my father did as work was very secretive and frowned upon.

My family grew up poor, very poor. My father turned to the drug business in order to get money. He started out small by selling small dimes of weed. However, he started to know the business, making deals and befriending other people to make those deals with. My father and some of his family got involved and started making big bucks. Everyone started to be consumed with money. People started to become greedy and if anyone touched my father's money...they were sure to die a painful death. He became one of the top drug lords in the country. However, my mother did not approve of the lifestyle and all the killings that were happening. When she found out that my father was going out sleeping with many women and getting people killed because they were either stealing his money or not cutting the amount he wanted; my mother fled and took me along.

I was very close to my father. He taught me everything on how to be a businessman at a very young age. He taught me greed and how to get your way by acting and playing by the rules of money making. He exposed me to that lifestyle at a young age and it was traumatic at first, but I got used to it. I got used to the killings, the harassment, the drugs, the assault of women and getting them to do whatever you wanted. I learned it all from my father and I hated my mother for taking me away from him. I loved him very much as he loved me. Because my father was a wanted criminal who just couldn't be caught, he was well known throughout other countries. Including the United States. As far as I know my father probably still resides in the country we grew up. Spain.

My mother forced me to change my name. My real name is Fransico Javier Esquilo, but because my mother is originally from the United States, she wanted a more of an American name for me. So, it was changed to Andrew Zimmerman while her name was changed to Christiana Zimmerman from Mariana Esquilo. My mother feared that my father would get his hitman to go and look for her. She was afraid she would get killed or brought back to Spain to deal with my father. She dreamed a better life for me, but I still had resentment. However, I did wonder if she really was trying to save me after all. But, that lifestyle didn't bother me. I only cared about the money the family had. No one had to struggle anymore, and the life of having to struggle was something I didn't want to go back to.

I remembered my father taught me to never take any shit from anyone. I was always to be the boss and never kiss ass. Women were only tools to bear children, harass if you wanted pleasure, and do all the other housework such as cooking and cleaning. I had witnessed my mother get beaten but the things she would say and call him. I thought she deserved it. Some may call my father a monster for all the terrible things he's done such as light someone on fire while they were in a hospital bed, recovering from what he did to them before. But, he was my father. I loved him.

High school was like my own trap house in a way. I had my so-called 'friends' who did my dirty work for me. Education was important to my mother but I knew my father wanted me to take over the business someday and the subjects in school weren't going to help. However, I didn't believe I wanted to do what he did. Football was more of my passion and I had gotten a scholarship that would give me a full ride to college. But it was all taken away because of a doctor who got in the way of my next dream. The girl who caught my eyes ever since I first laid them on her.

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