McDaniel_Boy10
03-08-2009, 11:26 PM
An American family may be depicted as something special. It may be depicted as something that most would want. But these depictions couldn't be farther from the truth, especially in the case of Frank Kennedy. Frank was a family man, who used to live that happy go lucky lifestyle. Father of two young boys and husband to a beautiful wife, Franks life seemed a marvel. This is where we pick up on his story, where we find Frank in his life. Frank seemed like nothing would ever change his way of life. He was a perfect man, in a perfect relationship, in a perfect house, in a perfect town.
It was a Saturday afternoon in early August. Summer was winding down, school was about to start, and Frank was holding his annual "Back to School Barbeque" in his neighborhood. People were enjoying the atmosphere, and basking in the sun by Franks in ground pool. He had just gotten it installed, and prepared, just in time for the little shindig he was putting on. We catch up with Frank as he is explaining to some pals of his, how he got his pool installed in time.
"Well we weren't going to get the diving board for the deep end, but I told Maude, 'Listen honey, it's only 200 extra' so we went ahead and bought it." Frank said, almost bragging to his friends. "I like it. Don't think I'll use it too much, but I like it." he added, as he went back to flipping the burgers on his new grill.
"Katie's been bugging me about getting a pool," Larry said, a close friend of Franks, and business associate. "I told her, we don't have kids, I don't think we need a pool right now at this point ya know?" They continued talking as the night went on. Useless conversation about work, and their home lives. Larry tried to pencil in a game of bowling that was never completed a couple years back, but Frank didn't want to talk about it.
The party was over, people were headed home. Larry still tried to get Frank to talk about that bowling match, but Frank gently pushed him out the door. As soon as the door closed, Frank's eyes copied. He was exhausted, and ready to go to bed. He headed up his stairs with a pace that threw even the slowest of turtles off course. His house was designed in a more modern style, the stairs were wooden, and were spaced out, gaps between them. There was no rail on the wall, because it threw off the design, and the boys were old enough to be careful on the stairs. The maple floor expanded at the top of the stairs into a little well area. A small space that separated the stairs by a final step. A useless step, but when Frank was building the house, he thought that maybe it would be nice to have.
The boys were Grady, a seven year old, who was sharp as a tack, although not quite the athlete. Leroy, on the other hand, was twelve, and on his school's football team. Since Grady wasn't old enough, or man enough, to have his own room, the boys shared a bedroom. They had bunk beds, giving them plenty of space to play around, and have fun with friends in their room.
Frank undid the top buttons of his shirt, and headed into his bathroom. Maude, his wife of 13 years, passed him on his way in. "I'm going to put the boys to bed," she said to Frank, who nodded in agreement. She headed across the hallway to the boys' room, and knocked on the door. There was no answer from behind the barrier, but she entered anyways."Where, oh where, have my boys gone?" She said, snooping around the room trying to find her son's who were obviously hiding. "I guess you'll have to tuck yourselves in," she said to her children. Just then, one popped out from under the bed, and another climbed out of a laundry basket. She teased them a little about hiding from their mother, and how girls don't like that, which got the typical reaction from a young boy, of "yuck". She tucked them in, said goodnight, lit the night light, and finished off the procedure by closing the door on her way out, leaning her head back in to say "Go to bed." and then leaving a final time.
She entered her bedroom to see Frank sprawled out on his side of the bed reading a pretty thick book. "What are you reading?" Maude asked curiously.
"Eh, just something I picked up a couple of days ago," Frank answered, "Boys' in bed?" he returned the questioning.
"Just put them there myself." She replied, with a yawn to accompany it. "You know Frank, I really had fun tonight, I did. We should have more parties over the year." She tried to suggest, but Frank had already dosed off, reading glasses on, and book in hand. Maude reached over, took his glasses off and took the book from his hand so she could place them on the table. She couldn't help but notice the book in his hand, it had a strange title. She was so tired though, that she thought little of it, and went to sleep herself.
The sun rose, and light drifted into the room, over Frank's eyes, waking him before his alarm had time to do so. He shut off his alarm, woke up Maude, and hopped into the shower. After breakfast, the family headed off to their church, where Frank was given an award for renovating the back portion of the building. After that was done with, and the family was back home, they did their normal Sunday activities. Sundays in the Kennedy house were quiet for the most part, Maude normally went to a friend's house, the boys were outside, and Frank stayed home, and read.
That night, Maude was starting to wonder what the book Frank had been reading was about. "What are you reading?" she asked gingerly.
"I told you, I got it the other day." Frank replied, with a sarcastic chuckle to follow.
"Well, I know that," said Maude, "I just don't understand the title."
"What's not to understand?" Frank asked, "Murder: A Way To Do What Musn't Be Done. What's so hard to understand?"
"Why are you reading THAT?" She answered his question with another question.
"It's a novel, sweetie, it's about a murder." Frank said, convincing Maude to leave him alone about his book. He read for a couple minutes, and then went to sleep.
There was a bang, downstairs, that woke up Frank. Maude layed still, asleep. Frank tiptoed down into the lower level of his home, with his fists clenched. Peeking his head into the kitchen, he whispered, "Who's in there?!" with all intention of hearing nothing. And he got what he expected, nobody in the house. He was afraid for a moment, and then learned that the sound he heard, was just the refridgerator kicking on. He went upstairs but was the adreniline left him unable to sleep so he grabbed his book, and headed back downstairs. He was reading when he reached a certain chapter in his book that was different. "Chapter 13: Do what you shouldn't", Frank read aloud, as he did with all Chapter titles. This is the point in Frank's life that changed him forever. I mentioned before that he "used" to live a wonderful life. Well, used to indeed. Frank was stunned as he read, and was told how to do what he shouldn't do. He was reading and being told to do what he shouldn't and given the reasons. Not much explains why this book tells people to do what it does, after all, it was just a novel.
Frank ran outside to his shed, and grabbed the shovel. Next to his pool, he dug 3 large holes, with a speed that would make even the fastest of rabbits get thrown off course. Out of breath, and delerious, Frank did what he knew he had to do. He grabbed the shovel and headed for the house. It was his duty to do what he did. If it wasn't for the book, things wouldn't be this way.
He headed upstairs with a face that would make Frankenstein look bad. And Frank moved in comparison to Frankenstein; with an evil, and mindless presense. Maude was first, and she was easy. Two quick blows, and she was out for the count. As much as normal Frank wanted to stop, his extra persona propelled him to finish the job. He opened the door of his boys room, and said very quietly, "Where, oh where, have my boys gone?". An innocent giggle surrounded Frank, angering him, "Well I guess you'll just have to KILL yourselves!" he screamed, running toward the bed, and slamming his shovel into the bottom bunk. He had struck Grady. Grady, was gone. Completly disfigured from Frank's blow. Leroy, startled, but more present of mind, jumped off the top bunk, and headed for the stairs. He started to go down, but tripped on that well, and fell right down the stairs, with no railing to help guide him down. He wasn't hurt too bad, but the fear struck in his heart when he saw his father standing over him, at the top of the stairs, still send chills down his spine.
Leroy made it out alive, and moved in with a foster family. The screams of his were heard by his neighbor, and the police arrived, taking Frank into custody. Leroy's foster family try to convince him that everything will be alright. They buy him gifts, telling him that he shouldn't worry. They tell him that he will be great, and not to worry about anything anymore.
Leroy blew out the candles on his birthday cake, as he was now a thirteen year old teenage boy. His foster parents thought he was more of a man now than he would have been with his old family. They think he can start to handle rougher subjects, movies ,and such. As Leroy opened his presents, he was surprised to see what he had gotten. He got a bb gun, for play. He got a Horror Movie, because all thirteen year old boys love zombies. And his last present was still wrapped. His foster parents wanted him to enjoy his manhood, but also be an intellectual. They got him a new book for his birthday. A book, with a bit of a strange title.
It was a Saturday afternoon in early August. Summer was winding down, school was about to start, and Frank was holding his annual "Back to School Barbeque" in his neighborhood. People were enjoying the atmosphere, and basking in the sun by Franks in ground pool. He had just gotten it installed, and prepared, just in time for the little shindig he was putting on. We catch up with Frank as he is explaining to some pals of his, how he got his pool installed in time.
"Well we weren't going to get the diving board for the deep end, but I told Maude, 'Listen honey, it's only 200 extra' so we went ahead and bought it." Frank said, almost bragging to his friends. "I like it. Don't think I'll use it too much, but I like it." he added, as he went back to flipping the burgers on his new grill.
"Katie's been bugging me about getting a pool," Larry said, a close friend of Franks, and business associate. "I told her, we don't have kids, I don't think we need a pool right now at this point ya know?" They continued talking as the night went on. Useless conversation about work, and their home lives. Larry tried to pencil in a game of bowling that was never completed a couple years back, but Frank didn't want to talk about it.
The party was over, people were headed home. Larry still tried to get Frank to talk about that bowling match, but Frank gently pushed him out the door. As soon as the door closed, Frank's eyes copied. He was exhausted, and ready to go to bed. He headed up his stairs with a pace that threw even the slowest of turtles off course. His house was designed in a more modern style, the stairs were wooden, and were spaced out, gaps between them. There was no rail on the wall, because it threw off the design, and the boys were old enough to be careful on the stairs. The maple floor expanded at the top of the stairs into a little well area. A small space that separated the stairs by a final step. A useless step, but when Frank was building the house, he thought that maybe it would be nice to have.
The boys were Grady, a seven year old, who was sharp as a tack, although not quite the athlete. Leroy, on the other hand, was twelve, and on his school's football team. Since Grady wasn't old enough, or man enough, to have his own room, the boys shared a bedroom. They had bunk beds, giving them plenty of space to play around, and have fun with friends in their room.
Frank undid the top buttons of his shirt, and headed into his bathroom. Maude, his wife of 13 years, passed him on his way in. "I'm going to put the boys to bed," she said to Frank, who nodded in agreement. She headed across the hallway to the boys' room, and knocked on the door. There was no answer from behind the barrier, but she entered anyways."Where, oh where, have my boys gone?" She said, snooping around the room trying to find her son's who were obviously hiding. "I guess you'll have to tuck yourselves in," she said to her children. Just then, one popped out from under the bed, and another climbed out of a laundry basket. She teased them a little about hiding from their mother, and how girls don't like that, which got the typical reaction from a young boy, of "yuck". She tucked them in, said goodnight, lit the night light, and finished off the procedure by closing the door on her way out, leaning her head back in to say "Go to bed." and then leaving a final time.
She entered her bedroom to see Frank sprawled out on his side of the bed reading a pretty thick book. "What are you reading?" Maude asked curiously.
"Eh, just something I picked up a couple of days ago," Frank answered, "Boys' in bed?" he returned the questioning.
"Just put them there myself." She replied, with a yawn to accompany it. "You know Frank, I really had fun tonight, I did. We should have more parties over the year." She tried to suggest, but Frank had already dosed off, reading glasses on, and book in hand. Maude reached over, took his glasses off and took the book from his hand so she could place them on the table. She couldn't help but notice the book in his hand, it had a strange title. She was so tired though, that she thought little of it, and went to sleep herself.
The sun rose, and light drifted into the room, over Frank's eyes, waking him before his alarm had time to do so. He shut off his alarm, woke up Maude, and hopped into the shower. After breakfast, the family headed off to their church, where Frank was given an award for renovating the back portion of the building. After that was done with, and the family was back home, they did their normal Sunday activities. Sundays in the Kennedy house were quiet for the most part, Maude normally went to a friend's house, the boys were outside, and Frank stayed home, and read.
That night, Maude was starting to wonder what the book Frank had been reading was about. "What are you reading?" she asked gingerly.
"I told you, I got it the other day." Frank replied, with a sarcastic chuckle to follow.
"Well, I know that," said Maude, "I just don't understand the title."
"What's not to understand?" Frank asked, "Murder: A Way To Do What Musn't Be Done. What's so hard to understand?"
"Why are you reading THAT?" She answered his question with another question.
"It's a novel, sweetie, it's about a murder." Frank said, convincing Maude to leave him alone about his book. He read for a couple minutes, and then went to sleep.
There was a bang, downstairs, that woke up Frank. Maude layed still, asleep. Frank tiptoed down into the lower level of his home, with his fists clenched. Peeking his head into the kitchen, he whispered, "Who's in there?!" with all intention of hearing nothing. And he got what he expected, nobody in the house. He was afraid for a moment, and then learned that the sound he heard, was just the refridgerator kicking on. He went upstairs but was the adreniline left him unable to sleep so he grabbed his book, and headed back downstairs. He was reading when he reached a certain chapter in his book that was different. "Chapter 13: Do what you shouldn't", Frank read aloud, as he did with all Chapter titles. This is the point in Frank's life that changed him forever. I mentioned before that he "used" to live a wonderful life. Well, used to indeed. Frank was stunned as he read, and was told how to do what he shouldn't do. He was reading and being told to do what he shouldn't and given the reasons. Not much explains why this book tells people to do what it does, after all, it was just a novel.
Frank ran outside to his shed, and grabbed the shovel. Next to his pool, he dug 3 large holes, with a speed that would make even the fastest of rabbits get thrown off course. Out of breath, and delerious, Frank did what he knew he had to do. He grabbed the shovel and headed for the house. It was his duty to do what he did. If it wasn't for the book, things wouldn't be this way.
He headed upstairs with a face that would make Frankenstein look bad. And Frank moved in comparison to Frankenstein; with an evil, and mindless presense. Maude was first, and she was easy. Two quick blows, and she was out for the count. As much as normal Frank wanted to stop, his extra persona propelled him to finish the job. He opened the door of his boys room, and said very quietly, "Where, oh where, have my boys gone?". An innocent giggle surrounded Frank, angering him, "Well I guess you'll just have to KILL yourselves!" he screamed, running toward the bed, and slamming his shovel into the bottom bunk. He had struck Grady. Grady, was gone. Completly disfigured from Frank's blow. Leroy, startled, but more present of mind, jumped off the top bunk, and headed for the stairs. He started to go down, but tripped on that well, and fell right down the stairs, with no railing to help guide him down. He wasn't hurt too bad, but the fear struck in his heart when he saw his father standing over him, at the top of the stairs, still send chills down his spine.
Leroy made it out alive, and moved in with a foster family. The screams of his were heard by his neighbor, and the police arrived, taking Frank into custody. Leroy's foster family try to convince him that everything will be alright. They buy him gifts, telling him that he shouldn't worry. They tell him that he will be great, and not to worry about anything anymore.
Leroy blew out the candles on his birthday cake, as he was now a thirteen year old teenage boy. His foster parents thought he was more of a man now than he would have been with his old family. They think he can start to handle rougher subjects, movies ,and such. As Leroy opened his presents, he was surprised to see what he had gotten. He got a bb gun, for play. He got a Horror Movie, because all thirteen year old boys love zombies. And his last present was still wrapped. His foster parents wanted him to enjoy his manhood, but also be an intellectual. They got him a new book for his birthday. A book, with a bit of a strange title.