Chris wasn’t born a monster. Like everyone else, he was born with the promise of a new beginning, a reason to forget the past and turn the tide on the future. But like so many others, those promises faded when the rent came due and the need rested on the father to buy diapers, formula, and clothes. Inevitably, the father began to resent his family, remembering his dreams with an understanding of how far out of reach they’d become. Eventually, one night, he didn’t come home, and when he finally found the courage to offer his presence, he behaved godly and abusive. By now the baby had grown to a child, and the child saw the abuse and took some of his own. The child felt worthless, and he isolated himself. The hatred festered inside, but no one understood. He was ridiculed by peers on the playground. He only needed a friend.