The Everglades - Chapter Twenty-Three

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Phillip Billie was fifteen years old. At a time when parents should be taking an active role in transitioning him into an adult, the boy’d never been more lost. His twenty-two year old brother already had two children by two different women. It was a situation of which the younger brother swore he’d never fall prey.

The youngest Billie developed the capacity for learning vicariously. Mistakes of others were recognized. Without a pure connection to God, lessons failed advancement toward a spiritual path. Nothing about the teenager’s world spoke of stability.

Victoria Northrup remained attractive as she eclipsed her fortieth year. She took great care to maintain beauty; exercising regularly and performing nightly ablutions. The woman stood nude in front of the mirror for an hour a day; examining any and all imperfections.

Several times throughout life, the boy innocently walked in on his mother. Invariably, they made eye contact in the mirror’s reflection. Modesty was never a consideration. The woman stood in the only glory she embraced. She never instilled the concept of boundaries in either son.

Physical worship choked nascent divinity in Phillip’s proverbial crib. The boy’s soul suffered an ethereal form of Munchausen by Proxy.

Repeated rapes by Marty Markham stoked desires to manipulate men. The paedophile worshipped and praised the little girl he abused. Skewed became her perspective toward relationships. Fate’s humor placed her in a family whereby she interacted with only men. She stoked each of them in unique ways; preventing them from creating ethereal bonds between themselves. Never would father or sons turn to one another for counsel. Absent connections with family members left each seeking purpose. The woman preferred destroying her family. It was the only manner in which she experienced ecstasy of purpose.

  Examples set by his mother hindered Phillip’s ability to seek life-connections. The boy was left seeking only physical beauty. It was all he knew.

Universal resonance fostered every soul’s understanding; one’s mother fashioned God's loving bond.

Emotion was completely absent the boy’s psyche. Just as Harry Northrup doomed his daughter to a life without meaning, so had mother-to-son.

Exacerbating isolation was the fact that that Phillip’s uncle usurped control over his mother’s marriage. The elder brother convinced his sister she needed to divorce Johnson Billie when her youngest son was in Middle School.

The brother insisted she attend university and seek a degree in Early Childhood Education. It was to be her way of gaining independence. For the third generation paedophile; Harry Northrup, III sought the most efficient manner of identifying children from wayward homes. The man was on the board of Child Protective Services. Many went missing in the coming decades.

Trey Northrup contributed to the fractured and unstable environment of the Billie home. The man existed above retribution. The emotional pot he stirred imbedded psychoses into children who were not his own.

Crimes against humanity became inter-generationally acceptable behavior.

Pure love almost completely derailed Trey Northrup’s plans. Victoria missed the only pure connection she’d ever experienced; that with her husband. The couple reunited in a second marriage.

Damage to her family proved irreparable. Victoria knew not how to reciprocate life’s purest emotion. She’d handicapped her son with vapidity. Phillip knew not how to seek ethereal human connections; focusing solely on physical expressions of attraction.

Darlene Mahoney, a pretty girl, garnered Phillip’s lust-driven attention. He knew not to look for quality within her soul. The girl possessed a spiritual connection to God, but Phillip’s family left him incapable of seeking piety first. There was an animal inside Phillip. He only knew to employ its ferocity through sex.

Only an awakening to the spiritual nature of humanity could shift perspective.

There remained a lot for the boy to learn.

At a time in Phillip’s life when older brother, and father, should have accepted role of mentor, neither offered lessons learned from life’s mistakes. Instead, Jacob’d look at his younger brother and remark, “I ain’t proud.” Words resonated repeatedly with the younger sibling; guaranteeing a life of equal misery.

Adult level hardship for the fifteen year old began with his relationship with Darlene. Ecstasy of ejaculation created faux spirituality. The young female neighbor was the first of many who’d imprint upon his wayward soul.

Victoria Billie had taken her son to art lessons every Saturday. The mother needed rid of him for selfish reasons. The second son was burdensome to a self-conception instilled in the woman at an early age.

Consequently, Phillip honed skills as an artist sketching Darlene’s pleasing countenance. The budding couple’s relationship never eclipsed depth beyond pages of his art-pad.

Darlene succumbed to royal propaganda. Girls fantasized about princes riding upon white steeds.

Phillip rode into her life, willing to take her places she’d never experienced. Desires resulted in maturation beyond the young couple’s status as minors.

The most egregious failure within the household Victoria Northrup Billie controlled, was that Phillip was never instilled with value of family. Children were treated as nuisances; discarded in favor of personal circumstances.

The young man, and budding father, didn’t understand Darlene and her offspring were to be protected at all costs. The mother’d rendered her son no more spiritual than a head of livestock; roaming about seeking only needs and desires.

The girl was pretty; maturing more quickly than other girls in their grade. Middle school brought about changes few boys ignored.

Testosterone flowed freely among male students. Boisterous activity eclipsed into fights between those seeking dominance. Possessing the spoils of battle centered on imaginary encounters with most beautiful girls.

Unlike most female classmates, Darlene’s breasts were full and round. Fantasies of pubescent boys often imagined nestling her bosoms into the palms of their hands.

Phillip was one such dreamer.

Without ground of a universal spirit, Phillip’s libido raged uncontrollably. Base were desires; offering the only bridge to spirituality he was capable of conceiving.

His desire became intensely focused upon longtime neighbor, Darlene. The boy was incapable of including her within a Godly sphere of protection. He was unaware of its existence.

Many afternoons were spent together ignoring schoolbooks, and lessons they espoused. Young, vibrant, throbbing, and fertile bodies eventually produced an embryo.

Darlene’s family exposed the girl to the concept of God. She’d been told on many occasions that children were a gift from God; a part of universal consciousness. Children were bestowed for a specific purpose.

Phillip embraced the notion that children were insignificant; demanding Darlene get an abortion. Personal omnipotence drove the teenage male; insisting he was right in demanding cessation of life.

Hours and days were spent by the young couple arguing the murder of a child they didn’t know.

Phillip’s insistence finally won the day.

Acquiescence, based in embarrassment, was accepted by the girl. She knew her parents couldn’t be burdened financially by the arrival of an unwanted grandchild.

Two fifteen year olds couldn’t care for a newborn.

One day, in the middle of the week, the teenagers rode bicycles through their community; into the commercial district of Kendall. On its outskirts sat an old Victorian home that’d been there nearly a century. A doctor performed abortions every Wednesday afternoon.

Inside the building was a grand Living Room. It served as the practice’s waiting room. Each week, the space was filled to capacity. Young girls occupied every sofa, seat, and chair. Many others sat criss-cross-applesauce on nearly every available floor space.

For all of his faults in life, Phillip was the only male who accompanied the mother of his child to the clinic. However noble, responsibility extended only so far.

An hour passed before Darlene was called back by the nurse. Phillip consumed time with idle chit-chat. A few girls expressed admiration for him accompanying Darlene to the clinic. Learned narcissism resonated within the boy. He felt different; superior to other boys his age.

When Darlene emerged post-procedure Phillip noticed her face appeared flushed. Adolescent naiveté felt his companion’s appearance was due to embarrassment of being laid bare during the procedure. Life perspective remained juvenile. After all he’d encountered, Phillip still couldn’t fathom stress associated with taking of a life embedded into Darlene’s womb.

Ignorance of the fragility of life offered its final lesson that day. Darlene was incapable of riding her bike back home. The couple walked slowly; stopping frequently for the girl to vomit; then sit and rest. Trauma sapped the girl of energy. Her only option was to continually move forward for fear of exposure.

Hours were spent moving ever-so-slowly back toward the comfort of home.

Once each child entered respective abodes, additional lies were required to explain late arrivals. Energy of deception possessed the potential of creating a swirling vortex; capable of consuming lives beyond that which was lost that day.

Harry Northrup’s legacy, burgeoned by delivering his daughter to a paedophile, resonated its effect across generations. Inability to conceive the beauty of God’s children cost another soul-laden embryo its opportunity for human existence and growth.

Abortion offered Phillip a sickening sense of control. Violence threatened to become his preferred method of eliminating obstacles; anything deemed threatening to self-deification. His psychosis had been passed inter-generationally.