Anthony was
a thirty year old man living alone in Westlake ,
Ohio Westlake Burneson Middle School
After many
visits to Burneson, he noticed that his attention always centered on one
girl. He pulled up next to her and said,
“Hi, little girl? What’s your name?”
The girl
was surprised by this comment but she responded, “umm Stella”
“That’s a
pretty name”
“Thank you”
“Are you
hungry?”
“A little”
“Do you
want to go get something to eat?”
“Where?”
“Wherever
you want”
“I don’t
care”
“How about
Red Robin?”
“That’s too
far”
“Not
really, here hop in, I’ll give you a ride”
“umm I’m
sorry, I don’t know you. I’m not going
to get in the car with you.”
“Smart
girl, alright tell you what, there’s a McDonalds near here, you want to just go
there, I’ll pay for you.”
Stella
shrugged her shoulders, “Okay.”
Anthony
parked his car, and walked with Stella.
He asked, “So how old are you?”
“13”
Anthony and
Stella made small talk until they got to McDonalds where they talked some
more. After they ate, Anthony left Stella
to walk home by herself. He had her go
by herself because he didn’t want her parents to see Stella walking up with a
strange person. He told Stella not to
tell her parents they ate together and just to say she went with some of her
friends.
Anthony and
Stella hung out frequently and Stella didn’t mind accepting rides from him
anymore. She was tired of walking home
from school, so a ride was nice. Both of Stella’s parents worked so nobody was
home when Anthony would drop her off. On
one Friday, Anthony said to Stella as he picked her up from school, “Hey, do
you want to come over for a sleepover today?”
Stella
said, “I don’t know if my mom would let me.”
“Well just
tell your mom you’re sleeping over a friend’s house. Is there anyone that your mom knows the
parents well enough that she won’t think to call to make sure?”
Stella did
know of such a friend and decided to go for it.
She liked spending time with Anthony, he was nice to her and he was very
smart. When they got back to Anthony’s
house they went inside. Anthony said,
“Have you ever kissed a boy?”
Stella
blushed and said, “No, I’ve always been kind of afraid.”
“Afraid of
what?”
“That I
wouldn’t be any good at it.”
“Nah,
nothing to worry about, you can practice with me if you’d like.”
“Alright,
just for practice”
Anthony
leaned over and kissed Stella on the lips slightly putting his tongue in her
mouth. He pulled back and said, “How did
that feel?”
Stella
smiled and said, “Really good.”
Anthony
then kissed her again and they began making out. Anthony then took off her shirt and unzipped
her pants. Stella enjoyed the attention
and let Anthony continue. She reasoned
that since he was older, she shouldn’t say no to him. Anthony led Stella into his bedroom and lied
her on her back on the bed. He removed
her shoes and socks and slid her pants off so that Stella was just in her
training bra and panties. He lied on top
of her and wrapped her legs around him thrusting his body against hers. He took off her training bra and rubbed her
chest. Stella said, “I know I don’t
really have boobs yet.”
Anthony
said, “No, don’t worry, they’re perfect, you’re beautiful and you’re doing
great.”
Anthony
eased off her and slid her panties off her body. He stood up and said, “Have you gotten your
period yet?”
Stella was
embarrassed and Anthony could tell so he continued, “it’s okay if you haven’t,
I’m just wondering.”
“No”
This
excited Anthony. He undressed himself and
grabbed a bottle of Vaseline and rubbed it on her dry vagina. As he eased his lubricated fingers in, he
went very slowly and kept asking Stella if she was okay. When he felt her vaginal walls were
lubricated enough, he got on top of her and stuck his penis into her while
wrapping her legs around him and rubbed them.
He started to kiss her neck as Stella groaned in pain. Anthony continued and Stella cried for him to
stop since it hurt. Anthony ignored her
pleas and kept thrusting himself into her.
Blood matriculated and dripped down Stella’s leg, and Stella started
crying. Anthony then pulled out of her
and sat down overlooking her. Stella sat
up and hugged Anthony crying on his shoulder.
She cried out, “I’m sorry, it just hurt too bad, don’t be mad at me.”
Anthony rubbed
her back and said, “Baby, I’m not mad at you, don’t cry, it’ll be okay.”
Anthony
convinced her to take a shower before going to bed. Anthony and her cuddled as
they went to sleep.
The next
day, Stella went home. Because she was
scared, she didn’t lead on that anything was wrong with Anthony. After Anthony took her home, she immediately
told her parents what happened. It
wasn’t hard to find Anthony since Anthony arranged to see Stella again the next
school day. The cops came and arrested Anthony.
Stella
testified and gave her recap of what happened the night she spent with Anthony. When the trial had concluded, Anthony was
found guilty and sentenced to 12 years in prison.
During his
12 years in prison, Anthony lost a lot of friends and his family didn’t want
anything to do with him anymore. He went
over his justifications over and over for what he did, but he couldn’t get over
that those justification landed him in prison.
When he was released, he found a place to live right across the street
from a grade school. He knew what it
looked like but Anthony no longer had any friends so he really didn’t care what
people thought of him anymore. He
decided that it wasn’t illegal to watch little kids play, so long as he didn’t
get involved. Immediately after he got
out of jail he started looking for a job.
The problem was that a simple background check not only saw that he was
a convicted felon but also a pedophile.
He was listed on the child predator list, which is public information so
anyone that wanted to know more about him, could easily do so. He knew that even if he got a job, he’d be
harassed because people would think it weird how he kept to himself. Really, he had just lost complete faith in
humanity given that none of his friends stuck around during his jail
sentence. So he spent his day watching
the little kids from across the street pondering what he was going to do with
his life.
One day, he
noticed a man parked out front the school at 1:00; two hours before school let
out. Immediately he knew the person was
suspicious because Anthony used to do the same thing. Day after day the man showed up never picking
up a kid, so Anthony confirmed his assumption that he wasn’t a parent. Then one day, he watched him walk out of the
car with a bag of candy showing it to a boy who had separated himself from the
crowd. Anthony remembered him 12 years
ago using the exact same strategy, go for the kids who are by themselves,
they’re more vulnerable and they probably have low self esteem so would love
some attention. Hemophilia grossed Anthony
out more than pedophilia so he didn’t feel hypocritical for feeling disgusted
with the man. The boy was denying his
advancements but the guy continued. As Anthony
lay there watching, he realized that the term, “sexual predator” isn’t too far
from the truth. A predator often picks off the weakest member of a herd or an
animal that has separated from the herd.
This was exactly what this man was doing with the boy. Anthony found himself putting his shoes on
and viewing the man from his car. As he
sat in the car, he kept asking himself why he was doing what he was. It didn’t make sense to him why he didn’t
sympathize with the man given Anthony’s history. He kept telling himself it was the hemophilia
aspect, but that justification didn’t make him feel any better.
The man was
still talking with the boy and then the boy got into the man’s car. Anthony’s eyes widened and he found himself
starting the car and driving after the man with his new victim. Anthony tried to keep a car in between
himself and the man’s car so as not to be too obvious he was following
him. After a few minutes, the man parked
his car in a driveway and exited the car with the boy. Anthony parked on the opposite side of the
street. He felt he was being obvious but
the man was too occupied with his victim to notice his surroundings. Anthony watched as the man entered the house
thinking what he should do. After
approximately five minutes, Anthony exited his car, and did the only thing that
he could think to do, and that was to just ring the doorbell. Anthony had a knife clipped to the lining of
his jeans. He never thought he’d use it,
but kept it around for defensive purposes given the harassment he had received
for being a sexual predator.
Meanwhile,
inside the house, the man had sat the boy down at a kitchen table. The boy was content with eating his
candy. The man started with simple small
talk questions that he only used to make the boy more comfortable with him. By the time the small talk was over, the boy
had finished his candy. The man led the
boy to his bedroom and told him to take off his clothes. He claimed he wanted to see how strong the
boy was. The boy started stripping and
the man became more excited. As he was
imagining the thing he was going to do to the boy, he jumped at the sound of a
doorbell interrupting his thoughts. He
immediately contemplated what to do. On
one hand, he could simply pretend nobody was home, but the car was in the
driveway. He thought maybe the person
would think the household had more than one car. He then thought that perhaps someone saw him
go inside. He had no idea who it could
be, but it was a quiet neighborhood, and burglars don’t normally ring the
doorbell. He decided to just answer it
thinking it was some Girl Scout selling cookies or something. He opened the door only to feel a punch in
the face. The assailant walked through
the door and closed it behind him. Anthony
shouted, “Where is he?”
“Who?”
There was
no need for the man to answer the question because the boy walked out
naked. Anthony said to the boy, “Put
your clothes on, we’re leaving”
“How dare
you try to take my kid away from me! The man said as he charged forward pinning
Anthony to the wall.”
Anthony
lifted his legs and kneed the man repeatedly in the solar plexus while holding
the man’s upper body with his arms. He
said to the boy, “Is this your father?”
The boy shook his head no, “Is he related to you in anyway?”
Anthony continued.
“No”
“Do you know him at all?
Is he a friend of the family?”
“No”
Anthony threw the man to the ground as the man grabbed his chest
and resorted to the fetal position due to the shots suffered to the chest. Anthony told the boy to go to the car so he
could take him home. As Anthony walked
behind the boy toward to door, the man rose to his feet and charged at Anthony
with a knife. Anthony heard him coming
and turned around instinctively putting his left hand up to block the hand
yielding a knife. With his right hand, Anthony
pulled out his own knife and slit the man’s throat. The man dropped his knife gripping is throat
and then fell to the ground. Anthony
told the boy to wait in the car, the boy readily listened as he was scared from
the blood. Anthony pulled a lighter out
of his pocket and lit the man’s shirt on fire.
He then ran to the blinds on the window, and lit the curtains on fire
and then ran out of the house.
Anthony ran
into the front yard to find the boy standing on the lawn. Anthony realized that the boy didn’t know
which car was his, so Anthony quickly led him to his car and told him to get
in. Anthony then drove toward the school
to have the boy direct him to his house.
Anthony got to the boy’s house and dropped him off, immediately the
parents came running out of the house.
They had been worried that their son had not come home from school. Anthony contemplated speeding off, but he figured
that would make him look guilty so he got out of the car. The father of the boy confronted Anthony and
said, “Who the hell are you?”
The only
thing Anthony could think was to tell him the truth. “I live near the school sir, I had noticed a
man hanging out there the last couple weeks never picking up a kid. Then today, he picked up your son, I followed
him to his house and when I got inside, I questioned your son and he told me
that he didn’t know the man.”
The father
lowered his eyes and shook his head, there were too many thoughts coming into
his head based on the information and he wasn’t sure how to respond. He looked up and said, “You stay here.”
Anthony
nodded and didn’t move. He kept telling
himself that he did a good deed so there was no harm in staying. The father told his wife to bring their son
inside and ask him what happened. The
mother did so. The father questioned Anthony
thoroughly about what happened and Anthony revealed the event of the day
excluding that he killed the man and set the house on fire. A little while later, the mother came out her
face white in shock. He walked up to Anthony
and said, “Thank you, do you want to come inside, have a drink or
something? What can I do to repay you?”
The father
looked at Anthony in a different way. The
father then asked Anthony to come inside for a beer. Anthony accepted. It had been a long time since someone had
looked at him favorably and thanked him for anything. He liked it and wanted to live in the moment. He went inside and accepted a beer. The father told the mother what Anthony had
told him and asked if their son had relayed the same information. The mother looked at Anthony and said, “You
left out the best part, you killed the son of the bitch.”
Anthony
just nodded his head. “Why the hell
didn’t you include that” the father asked.
Anthony
said rather submissively and quietly, “I didn’t want you to think ill of me for
being a killer.”
“A sick
fuck tried to rape my kid, you think I’m going to give a rat’s ass that you
kill him, fuck, I owe you a helluva lot more than a beer for that.”
“I
appreciate your kindness sir.” Anthony
said unable to withhold his smile.
“Listen, if
this goes to court, we’ll help you out with the case, we know some very good
lawyers, and we’re not going to leave you out to dry for this.”
“I burned
the house.”
“What?”
“I panicked
when I saw him dead, I tried to cover it up, so I burned the house.”
“That’s
fine, that’ll make it harder to draw finger prints and gather evidence.”
Anthony
didn’t say anything. He spent the day
with the family and was invited to dinner with them and then he went home. He had gotten their contact information in
case he was arrested. For the first time
since Anthony had gone to jail, he felt good about himself when he went to
sleep.
Anthony
decided that this is what he wanted to do with his life. He knew the pedophile mind because he was one
himself. Time went on, and nobody came
for an arrest. Anthony doubted it was
due to a lack of evidence, he just figured cops don’t care about
pedophiles. He looked at the registered
sex offenders and found the man he had killed.
This only confirmed his belief on the reasons he was never questioned
about the murder.
Not too
long after the incident, Anthony was in a park taking in the fresh air. A little girl sat next to him and he started
talking to her. He found out her name
was Amy. He felt the old feelings coming
back but he was determined to control them.
He did make a pass at Amy, but she turned him down. The odd thing about this rejection was the
reaction the girl had to it. It wasn’t
shock; it was fear, fear as if it’s happened before. Anthony immediately questioned her on if
someone had ever touched her inappropriately.
Amy was reluctant to let out the information, but Anthony finally got it
out of her that her father sexually abuses her.
The feelings of attraction toward Amy were replaced by anger for the
father. How could a father do that to
his own child? After more conversation, Amy
trusted Anthony enough to walk her home.
Anthony wanted to do this to find out where she lived.
The next
day, Anthony drove to Amy’s house. He
waited all day for Amy’s father to go somewhere alone. It was dark when it finally happened and Anthony
followed him. It turned out Amy’s father
went to the drug store to pick up some supplies. While he was inside, Anthony clogged the
exhaust pipe on his car with various things he had found in his car ranging
from clothing to food and drink wrappers.
When Amy’s father came back to his car and started it, the car quickly
filled with smoke and before he had the wherewithal to open the door or lower a
window, he was rendered unconscious. Anthony
had driven across the street so that he could make a more covert exit. He had the feeling that he did something
right again.
It didn’t
take long for the police to find out where the car was registered and who the
dead person was. When they questioned Amy’s
mother, she spoke of how relieved she was that he was out of the picture. What the police had discovered from her was
that Amy’s father threatened Amy’s mother that if she ever told anybody how he
treated Amy, he would kill her. Every
day, Amy’s mother lived in fear of her husband and had to live with the
knowledge of what he was doing to Amy.
It killed her inside and she felt relieved that someone had killed
him. Due to the family’s reaction, and
what the police found out about the man, they didn’t devote too much energy
into determining who the murderer was.
Over the
next few days, Anthony watched the school for anything abnormal. Before his killings, he felt disgusted with
himself that he was watching the little girls in the school yard, now he felt a
sense of purpose. He was protecting them
from people like he used to be. He found
an emotion to replace his sexual desire for little girls, and he enjoyed
this. Throughout the rest of his life, Anthony
killed anyone he noticed trying to sexually abuse children. With every murder, he felt better about
himself and felt closer to redemption and repaying his debt to society. His assumption that neither society nor the
police would devote much energy to find the killer of a pedophile was never
proven false. It wasn’t long until Anthony
had killed a man who tried to sexually abuse a little girl. After that kill, there was no more
justification besides him trying to redeem himself; for he had killed someone
exactly like him. After that, there was
no turning back for him; the predator had found a different prey.
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