How It All Started (My Very First Draft Of My OC Dante 'Tears Of A Wolf')

[BigBadWolf]

Born into a family that did not want him nor deserved him. Dante Octavio was the firstborn of both Amanda and John Octavio, his mother was a model who made it big recently in the business, while his father John was the local office manager, John was brought up in a very Christian environment while Amanda did not, despite this she would still attend the Sunday churches as she loved her husband so, Amanda would simply zone out each time. Neither of them had plans to have kids nor wanted any as they want to live a life of peace and quiet, but that soon changed when Amanda got a big hit by a new contractor that offered double her usual rates for becoming a fully-fledged fashion model that will appear on magazines, it was her dream as a little girl and the two celebrated the big news by drink and having some fun sex.

Amanda was only starting to get used to her new life when she started to feel ill, waking up in the morning with stomach pains and vomiting, her fears came to life as she found out the very same day she was pregnant, after confronting her husband, Amanda insisted that she would get an abortion so that she can retain her career as a model as having a child will ruin her life, as much as John did not want a child, he was still a very religious man and didn’t believe in abortion and even fought against such cruel acts against gods creations. Despite the arguments Amanda would eventually sink and agreed to not abort the child, considering she dreamt and thought about doing it being his back but she loved him too much to go against his wishes.

As she figured, Amanda life quickly down a spiral upon revealing she was pregnant, without hesitation, her contract ended and wasn’t even allowed to return to her old job as a regular model for photo shoots, despite trying to put forward ideas of pregnant women in background scenes for postcards, placeholder family frames and so on, rejected time and time again, it felt like she was being punished for something she could have easily have fixed, not even considering the situation was their fault as their wild night ended with the conception of her unborn child. Her husband banned alcohol in the house she was pregnant, fearing that she would take to the bottle, with her out of a job John had to work overtime to pay the bills, while the current money she had made allowed them to last for four months, she ran out and so John even tried to work extra hard in hopes of gaining promotion for a bigger paycheck, becoming a director of the office would put him near the top of the ladder.

Eight months have passed and Amanda was due during the week, John was depressed and stressed, his hair had gone grey as he worked eighty hours a week just to barely keep them afloat, and major cutbacks were made to help ease the bills, however, not a single thing was bought for the child, no pram, no clothing, no nothing the supplies they had was all gifts from friends, family, and even neighbors as they seemed to know their struggle and tried to help them out, everyone at this stage knew about the child and was delighted, this would be the child saving grace is the love of his parent's friends, family, and neighbors. John had failed interview after interview for the promotion, and it got to the point he was rejected based on the fact that he always looked like a mess, never presentable anymore, the stress and depression have made his outlook seem bleak. Despite his argument of being great at what he does and helping the company grow, they couldn’t trust him with such a responsibility with his current mental state, and simply offering a pay raise was barely a bonus considering it was only enough to cut down his hours seventy-five hours.

When the child was born, his parents did not have a name picked as they did not care, they were quick to try and put him up for adoption or even an orphanage, however, children being dumped at orphanages has made them full and with the economy gone to shit, no one was willing to adopt him, his name Dante Octavio was simply given because upon being asked for putting the baby on the birth cert they simply took the man who they spoke to as his name. 

The first year went by as Dante was spoiled by his extended family, neighbors, and parents' friends, it was the only reason he managed to live for long as they could, but a bunch of items that were gifted are sold off for extra cash at a pawn shop, baby monitors, blankets, clothing, the excuses were always the same. ‘It broke’, ‘It didn’t fit him anymore, ‘It was torn’ the only thing they kept for him was a small plushie of a white wolf, to which he clung to as his mother would not do either, Amanda ignored his cries when she was at home, she kept trying to return to modeling but the pregnancy has left her scarred and wrinkled which drove her to drink, Dante was mostly locked away in his room, no cries was answered with his mother's touch, fed only when his mother got a headache from listening to him scream and would shut him up, or when a neighbor teenager would babysit for free of course.

As Dante got older roughly around seven years of age, his mother came home one day as she went behind her husband's back to buy some items that will help with her aging body and scars all those years ago, John was still stock, managing to get a small raise every few years to help with expenses, the couple were now forced to buy food and clothing for Dante as friends, the family has started to stop, while he was neglected still, he was underweight and was barely fed enough, but he still had his little plushie who he called ‘Wolfie’ Dante would constantly talk to him as he considered him his only friend, even in preschool and kindergarten he never left home without him.

For the first time in his life, Dante saw his mother smile at him and seemed happy, she was going for an interview for her modeling career to get back on track, she was excited and still managed to fit into one of her old modeling outfits and pampered herself before heading out, while Dante remained at home alone, playing with Wolfie, napping with Wolfie, talking to about his favorite cartoon that he was able to watch from time to time. Dante was happy to see his mom happy, he never understood why she was never happy, he barely saw his dad, and when he got home he would eat, sit on the couch watch t.v then go to bed, he rarely saw him during the day except for Sundays

Amanda came home livid, she didn’t get the job, she was told then and there and what dug the knife even deeper and twisted it, was the fact she was told she was too wrinkly and old to fill the part. She was beyond livid, Dante remained out of her sight, fearing she might strike him again, she did so rarely when she was either heavily drunk or livid beyond reason. He stayed in his bedroom playing with Wolfie and being cheerful, not realizing his mother was peering at him through the slit in the door with a gaze that could kill, she stared at his happiness, and her thoughts went wild of how she wanted to end his life just like he did to hers, she was borderline psychotic, but kept herself cool and simply left with a sinister grin on her face. She simply….waited.

Dante had to leave his bedroom to go to the bathroom and that's when Amanda struck, she went into his bedroom and snagged wolfie and went outside and threw him in the dump with the binmen on the way. Dante returned to his bedroom to find Wolfie missing, he needed to go the bathroom and forgot to bring him to keep guard at the bathroom door for any monsters that tried to barge in. When he couldn’t find him, he began to panic, looking under his blanket and double-checking his bed before running out to the kitchen to see his mom walk back inside. 

“Mama! Wolfie is missing!” Sniffling with tears already running down his cheeks as his voice was almost broken with worry, the mother could not hold back the smile and simply pointed out the door, Dante looked out to see the garbage man tossing wolfie along with the trash into the truck, Dante screamed as he tried to run out, but his mother held the door shut smiling to herself while Dante tried to pull at the door, begging for her to open it, she eventually would and Dante ran out as the truck took off, Dante cried out for them to stop, yelling at the top of his lungs and went all his energy he ran as fast as his legs could carry him, his hand stretched out trying to catch the truck that drifted further and further away with each passing second, his cries could be heard throughout the neighborhood as his face was a mess as kept screaming at the top of his lungs nearly tearing his vocal cords

“WOLFIE!!!! COME BACK!!! WOLFIE!!!”

The truck was gone from sight and Dante would fall and tumble as his legs and arms are cut and bruised on the fall, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in his heart as he had lost the only ‘person’ who truly loved and cared for him, he laid on the ground in the middle of the road a sobbing mess and refused to move as the neighbors came to help the poor boy. As he was lifted and taken off the street Dante's vocal cords gave out as he could no longer speak he stared off into the distance to where the truck went as the void in his heart grew ever more the longer he came to understand that wolfie was gone forever.

[Azalyn]

My fucking heart, oh my god. I'm so angry and sad and..and..angry!

[BigBadWolf]

37 minutes ago, Azalyn said:

My fucking heart, oh my god. I'm so angry and sad and..and..angry!

I'm glad you enjoyed the read at least, I am sorry for breaking your heart like that