Hey lurkers, I've been asked to do Stockbridge Penitentiary, but I'm not going to. You have to understand, I had several unpublished stories, three of them were Stockbridge, including a new one based on an insane asylum.
They were ripped away from me, and I don't think I can bring myself to rewrite them. I will however write about new criminals as soon as the inspiration hits me.
Until then meet my new characters, an A-type named Oscar and a C-type named Brian.
I want to reintroduce the theme of A-types and C-types, to my readers who are familiar, I'm gonna introduce more ideas on what they are and what makes them different from regular men. ________________________________________________________________________________________
POV
Brian
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Hey, my name is Brian Frost, my father is the CEO of frost industries, he's uber rich, but his money isn't the focus of this story. The important thing is that he doesn't love me, sure he says he does, but I'm positive he doesn't, how do I know you're wondering?
The answer is simple, before he and my mom got divorced, I was the most important thing in his life. I guess I should explain more, I'm the son of an A-type and C-type, those classifications are used to describe two types of male.
A-types are men who are capable of impregnating not only women, but C-type men as well. C-types are submissive by nature, we're oddities, we weren't always known about, but some years before I was born, the world acknowledged my kind.
We were treated like less, at least C-types were, A-types were and are treated above the rest, they have good reason though, they make the best football players, cops, men of the army, and UFC fighters. With that being said, I'm a C-type.
My dad was at one point my best friend, but when he found out mom was having an affair, he changed, he started working more, a year ago they divorced, and things got worst.
I chose to live with dad, but going with mom and his new boyfriend, would have been better, at least than I could expect to be ignored. Hell some nights dad didn't even come home, so I changed, I use to get straight A's, I use to be shy and quiet, but that's changed, I guess losing my virginity also played a part of it.
I lost my V-card to some ass hat, he said I was special, and like some sad teenaged girl in a lifetime movie, I believed it. Once he got what he wanted, he made me out to be some cheap whore, who begged him to take my virginity.
Long story short, I got played. Trouble at home, plus trouble at school and my shit love life, all added up to make me a mean bitch. So me and my dad started to butt heads, we fought like we hated each other.
